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For Cowards [Melisande Trevelyan]
Title: For Cowards
Prompt: Fear
Player Character: Melisande Trevelyan
Universe: As Holy Does
Characters/Pairings: NA
Rating/Warnings: NA
Spoilers: NA
Summary: Brief one-shot featuring Melisande during my headcanoned attack on Ostwick. Bit of an exploratory fic as I still work out some details for that event and how it shaped her. Takes place approximately 12 years before DAI.
Hiding was for cowards.
Her mother had told her that once, when Melisande had scampered under the bed in a fit of anxious tears, sobbing at the mere idea of having her first confession at the Chantry. Embarrassment was the root of her jitters, making Melisande fretful of sharing her private thoughts with a stranger who dealt in anonymity and judgment.
Now, hidden in a closet with her guard captain and frozen by the violent clamoring filling the castle walls, it seemed an especially stupid thing to fear.
A vase crashed to the stone floor, scattering pieces of ceramic across the room. Melisande flinched as a few shards struck her bare feet, and she squinted through the panels of wood, scanning for the source. Only flutters of shadow and fire were visible through the cracks.
"My lady, we need to get you to the servants' passage." The guard's words were almost inaudible, little more than a breath against her ear.
"I need to get to the armory," she mumbled.
"My lady." This time the title came out a patronizing admonition. "It is my duty to escort you to safety. Let your soldiers defend the castle."
"I won't let these bastards claim my home," Melisande hissed, limbs still locked in horror. Hollow words, empty promises. Just like the assurance from her mother as she saddled up for the journey to Starkhaven. What if something happens? Melisande had asked. The Maker will watch over you, she had said.
"This fight isn't yours, Mel."
Why did the Prince want to meet with them anyway? What could teryns, unable to defend their meager borders and blindly devoted to a creator whose worship was built around the irrefutable truth that He abandoned them, offer anyone? They should have been in Ostwick. They should have guarded their territory. They should be fighting by her side.
She shook her head. "I have to--"
"You have to escape, find a place to hide until we can clear the keep."
"No," Melisande whispered, pressing her fingers against the door. "Hiding is for cowards."
Prompt: Fear
Player Character: Melisande Trevelyan
Universe: As Holy Does
Characters/Pairings: NA
Rating/Warnings: NA
Spoilers: NA
Summary: Brief one-shot featuring Melisande during my headcanoned attack on Ostwick. Bit of an exploratory fic as I still work out some details for that event and how it shaped her. Takes place approximately 12 years before DAI.
Hiding was for cowards.
Her mother had told her that once, when Melisande had scampered under the bed in a fit of anxious tears, sobbing at the mere idea of having her first confession at the Chantry. Embarrassment was the root of her jitters, making Melisande fretful of sharing her private thoughts with a stranger who dealt in anonymity and judgment.
Now, hidden in a closet with her guard captain and frozen by the violent clamoring filling the castle walls, it seemed an especially stupid thing to fear.
A vase crashed to the stone floor, scattering pieces of ceramic across the room. Melisande flinched as a few shards struck her bare feet, and she squinted through the panels of wood, scanning for the source. Only flutters of shadow and fire were visible through the cracks.
"My lady, we need to get you to the servants' passage." The guard's words were almost inaudible, little more than a breath against her ear.
"I need to get to the armory," she mumbled.
"My lady." This time the title came out a patronizing admonition. "It is my duty to escort you to safety. Let your soldiers defend the castle."
"I won't let these bastards claim my home," Melisande hissed, limbs still locked in horror. Hollow words, empty promises. Just like the assurance from her mother as she saddled up for the journey to Starkhaven. What if something happens? Melisande had asked. The Maker will watch over you, she had said.
"This fight isn't yours, Mel."
Why did the Prince want to meet with them anyway? What could teryns, unable to defend their meager borders and blindly devoted to a creator whose worship was built around the irrefutable truth that He abandoned them, offer anyone? They should have been in Ostwick. They should have guarded their territory. They should be fighting by her side.
She shook her head. "I have to--"
"You have to escape, find a place to hide until we can clear the keep."
"No," Melisande whispered, pressing her fingers against the door. "Hiding is for cowards."
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The guard captain is concerned about her safety, insistent and familiar, but doesn't seem overly worried just yet. I anticipate things escalate pretty quickly?