#sun touched and sea kissed (niamh & varric)

[intothewildsea]

song: poet, bastille / template credit

for @dilffactory

[intothewildsea]

👀 what has our fave nb selkie pal thought about Varric hmmmm

What hasn’t she thought about Varric tbh.

Her favorite fantasy to think about is her riding him until he’s just an absolute mess beneath her. She wants him to say her name over and over until his voice is hoarse.

It isn’t anything wild but she’s a simple selkie with simple needs.

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They call dwarves like us Sun-Touched. It’s supposed to be an insult, but the way the sun glints in her eyes like fragmented light against the ocean– the REAL ocean, the nice stuff, not like the dingy depths of the Kirkwall docks– it doesn’t seem like an insult.

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Varric has been gone with Mithril and the others to the fallow mire for weeks when the flower shows up in Niamh’s room. It’s just a single bloom, in a drinking glass full of nasty bog water, but it glows faintly in the dark with soft light. Like a tiny piece of moonlight. (Please imagine Varric cussing as he stomps through bogs with undead in them, looking for something to bring back for Niamh)

By the time she gets to her room in the evening, she is utterly exhausted. It’s been a terrible day - it feels as if more and more people are dying, despite her efforts to help. She knows that it isn’t her fault, but it still rests heavily on her shoulders when someone dies in her care. It makes her heart ache. 

The sight of the flower on the small bedside table is a surprise. She reaches out, tracing her fingertip along one of the glowing petals. A soft smile tugs at her lips. Niamh doesn’t know who left the gift, but she has a sneaking suspicion about who would have.

It’s enough to help ease how much she hurts. She sits on the edge of her bed and looks at it for a few moments longer.

She’ll have to thank him tomorrow.

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[intothewildsea]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 for Varric uwu

unpack your heart - phillip phillips (bring your secrets / bring your scars)

stray italian greyhound - vienna teng (what do i do with a love that won't sit still?)

flaws - bastille (you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve / and i have always buried them deep beneath the ground)

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💋 varric here to kiss her cheek.

Niamh isn’t a morning person. She stays up late into the night, sleeps in well past the sunrise. Varric’s learned the hard way that waking her up too early results in having a grumpy selkie on his hands.

(Of course, she’s easily placated with breakfast, but it’s much more preferable to get kisses from her in the morning than a sour mood.)

The kiss to her cheek is soft, but it does little to entice her to leave the comfort of the warm bed. She grumbles, sticking her face beneath the blankets. Varric’s fingers comb through her hair as he chuckles.

She makes a noise and pulls the blanket entirely over her head.

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