( sara doesn't know what's more surprising — the fact that leliana brought her a rose, or the fact that leliana is apologizing for the quality of the rose, which sara can't for the life of her figure out even as her gaze skirts along its petals, brilliantly white.
she is, very truthfully, a little flabbergasted. nobody's ever gotten her flowers before — probably because of all her boyfriends in high school were all pretty much loser-y criminals-in-training, or straight up playboy party boys like ollie. and, well, there aren't a whole lot of floral shops on nanda parbat.
sara will be plucking said rose right out of leliana's hands, thank you very much. )
White's my color — how'd you know? ( a little deadpan, a lot rhetorical, but only to hide the warm, happy glow that seems to be emanating from her. and, as she turns away to hide it a little better and to enter the kitchen to find an appropriate vessel for her gift, she'll urge, ) C'mon in.
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she is, very truthfully, a little flabbergasted. nobody's ever gotten her flowers before — probably because of all her boyfriends in high school were all pretty much loser-y criminals-in-training, or straight up playboy party boys like ollie. and, well, there aren't a whole lot of floral shops on nanda parbat.
sara will be plucking said rose right out of leliana's hands, thank you very much. )
White's my color — how'd you know? ( a little deadpan, a lot rhetorical, but only to hide the warm, happy glow that seems to be emanating from her. and, as she turns away to hide it a little better and to enter the kitchen to find an appropriate vessel for her gift, she'll urge, ) C'mon in.