the lie upon your sleep [2/5]
Warrior Nun, Dragon Age AU, Ava/Beatrice
Summary:
As a member of the Orlesian Chantry, Beatrice's duty is to the Maker. That means protecting all of His creations, regardless of her own desires.
It's been a very long time since she wanted something for herself, not only as an extension of duty.
It's hard to remember what it should even feel like, but so much of Ava is confusing (and abrasive) that this uncertainty seems only fitting.
Chapter Word Count: 11,665
Preview:
“I chose the Chantry, actually.” The answer starts and Ava’s eyes are back on Beatrice’s face, instead of the slow (distracting) movements of her hands. “But a simple priesthood wasn’t enough for my parents.” There’s a quiet longing in her voice that makes it so easy to imagine. Ava doesn’t know a lot about the life Beatrice has — on the road with Lilith, hunting down rogue mages and possibly putting them to the sword — but the details of this other imagined life sketch themselves in so quickly. She can picture her in a small village, giving comfort to the people there. Strangers who become something more, closer to family, turning to her in times of need. Love for all the Maker’s creations would actually fit into a life like that so easily. The path from there to here, from then to now, is harder to imagine. There’s so much of that version of Beatrice that had to be sanded down, stripped away, that the process can only feel violent. Ava frowns, because it’s so sad. Because she doesn’t think anyone else is going to mourn that little girl with a dream, especially not the woman herself. “So your parents chose Seeker.” “I am happy in my role,” Beatrice says firmly. Maybe she can see all that on Ava’s face, or maybe the topic is enough to make her grow cold.