Hi!!! Happy Thedas Weekend!! How about “Rook trying to impress someone.” from the story time prompts, for Mel Mercar?
I need you to know this prompt gave me one of the biggest breakthroughs on Mel's character I've had so far! you have both my heart and my sincerest thanks !!!! hope you enjoy this little blurb, and tysm for prompting for @thedasweekend <3
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"You're sweet." Neve said. Two words, spoken casually over her shoulder as she climbed the staircase ahead. Just two words and Mel Mercar knew she was utterly lost, stumbling a step in her haste to follow.
'Sweet.' Later, the word clattered around in her mind, even as she explored their strange new landing spot. The Lighthouse thrummed with strange magic, making Mel's skin tingle, though not nearly as much as it did when Neve looked at her.
'Sweet.' No one had ever called Mel that before and she'd been called a lot of things. Harsh, sure. Brusque, off-putting. Brutish, on occasion. Lots of expletives, now that she thought about it. But never sweet.
She felt powerfully now the impulse to be sweet. Ignoring the nagging feeling that she'd somehow tricked Neve (she couldn't—Neve was far too clever), Mel began finding reasons to stop in to Neve's office. Often, she was bearing gifts. Or, coffee she learned to brew herself, following carefully Lucanis' instruction. Dinner, if Neve didn't make it out to eat with everyone, her attention snagged on one case or another.
If she ever went on a mission without Neve at her side, she'd bring any trinket that caught her eye, or books, newspapers, a nice journal or feathered quill. Once, notably, a beautifully handmade magnifying glass. Mel had thought herself particularly clever for that one.
Each time she was rewarded with some version of 'you're sweet' and that world-shattering smile, Mel believed it a little more. She could be sweet, for Neve. She could be anything.