So officialvarrictethras asked if I’d maybe write a little bit of smut. Something with Varric and maybe Lady Adaar, something about springs under skyhold and bathing. I’m going to admit now that I’ve never written smut as a prompt and this is a bit fluffy and perhaps a bit vanilla but I’m outta my comfort zone and writing Varric is hard, ahem.
Anyway, Aysunn x Varric fluffy smut. Hope it’s what you were after lovely.
Fighting was filthy work. It wasn’t just the guilt and the anger that clung for days on end, it was filth, dirt, blood plastered to skin and leaving you unable to breathe. When they’d stumbled across the echoing caverns boasting warm, fresh springs under the menacing Skyhold Varric had mentally thanked the ancestors, the maker and even the bloody nugs for the hot streams of fresh, crystal clean water that flowed and billowed up over clean cool rocks. Slowly pulling off the glove from his hand, he’d dipped his fingers into the blue and hissed through his teeth as it lapped at his fingers. Dying could wait till tomorrow, tonight he would bathe like a king.