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Canary - Chapter 2 [Cole/F!Trevelyan]

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Chapter 2: I Understand

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Josie,” Leliana walked into Josephine's office, a sealed scroll in her hand and a grim look on her face, “The Inquisitor seems to have just received a letter from her family.”

Josephine looked up from her papers, a confused look on her face, “So? We have received plenty of letters—”

Not directly from her parents.” Leliana cut Josephine off, looking down at the scroll, “She's sent letter after letter to them after the Circles dissolved, never receiving a word back, she assumed it was because she allied with the Rebel Mages, but even after being announced as the Herald of Andraste or even after she officially became Inquisitor she never received a letter. Why now?”

Maybe they finally see what good the Inquisition is doing after Halamshiral? Word has had to have reached them by now about how she saved Empress Celene, even made all three parties work together to make Orlais a better nation?” Josephine offered, shrugging.

No.” Leliana shook her head, “I've had my own scouts personally send messages from me, as the Left hand of the Divine, and they have always replied, on time. This...”

Then what is your point, Leliana?” Josephine leaned her elbows onto her table, intertwining her fingers as she stared intently at Leliana.

I did some digging and it seems our Commander had sent a letter to the Inquisitors parents a few days after our return from Adamant fortress. Specifically three days before he broke it off with the Inquisitor.” Leliana crossed her arms, furrowing her brows.

Oh, dear.” Josephine tilted her head down, letting out a sigh, “Do you know what he sent, by any chance?”

No, but it seems her parents sent something back to him, making him break it off with Trevelyan.” Leliana sighed, “But right now, we need to give this to the Inquisitor. I don't have a good feeling about this.”

W—We?” Josephine squeaked, standing up.

Yes. Someone will need to hold her back while the other tries to talk some sense into her.” Leliana and Josephine walked out of her office.

I hope I will be the one talking sense into her.” Josephine mumbled, pulling on her sleeve.

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Inquisitor.” Leliana walked into the tavern, Josephine quietly followed in behind her. Trevelyan sat at one of the tables in the bar with Cole, who was quietly sitting across from Trevelyan thumbing a dying flower, Varric and Dorian, who were debating with Trevelyan about her new found love for killing dragon's. Cullen and his some of his troops sat in the table behind Trevelyan, her and Cullen sat back to back, only a foot apart.

Who died?” Trevelyan joked, seeing the grim look on her advisors faces. Leliana and Josephine glanced at each other. Josephine narrowed her eyes and motioned her head to Trevelyan, “Tell her.”

It seems that you've received a letter from your parents.” Leliana held the scroll out, her gaze falling onto Cullen as his head snapped towards the three women.

Really?” Trevelyan took the scroll and hastily pealed the seal, in disbelief and excitement. Varric chuckled next to her, “Don't ripe the letter, Inquisitor.” Trevelyan hushed Varric, unwinding the scroll and started to read it.

Modest in temper, bold in deed. Trevelyan smiled, seeing her family motto written across the top of the letter. She had hoped that her parents would reply to her letters one day, she hadn't spoken to them since her fifteenth birthday.

Canary—” Trevelyan breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening as she re-read the word in her head, “N—No...”

Canary,

It is my duty to inform you, Ailla Trevelyan, that you are no longer a member of the Trevelyan Household. Since the Commander of your Inquisition decided to inform our parents about the...events that happened at the Circle Tower, they believe you to be a liar, looking for pity because you very well know that you are not the Herald of Andraste and are not fit for being the Inquisitor. A mage—a lying, worthless mage—would not be Andraste's chosen and is a disgrace to Thedas, and to this family, for being named Inquisitor. My father asked me to—

Trevelyan shut her eyes, her shoulders shaking with rage. She quickly stood, the chair skidding across the ground, and twirled around to Cullen's table. The troops moved away just in time for Trevelyan to slam her hand down in front of Cullen, the wooden table creaking as she did so. The letter was wrinkled under her hand, her arm shaking as she glared down at Cullen.

What. Did. You. Do.” Trevelyan hissed, her teeth grinding together as she spoke.

I—”

How dare you tell my parents—my parents about what my brother did.”

I didn't mean—”

You have lost any right to involve yourself in my personal affairs since telling me you didn't love me—since shutting me out of your life after Adamant.” Trevelyan swore she could hear her teeth cracking as her jaw clenched. She was hissing through her teeth, her jaw already starting to feel sore from the pressure. She knew her voice was venom, seeing even her closest companions cower behind the table she once sat at.

We should speak privately.” Cullen stood, leaning his hands forward against the table.

No.” Trevelyan leaned forward, her voice low, “We will never speak again...You are lucky that I can't fire you, Commander. But know that I will make your life a living hell for doing what you have just done to me!” Trevelyan kicked a chair out of her way, storming out of the tavern. The foundation shook as she slammed the door behind her, burn marks left behind where her hands once were on the table, the letter untouched by her magic. Cullen stared down at the letter, Trevelyan's companions, save for Cole, quickly moving around Cullen to peer down at the letter as well.

Canary...” Cole spoke softly, staring down at the flower he was thumbing, “It makes sense now.”

They...disowned her.” Dorian picked up the letter, his eyebrows raised in shock as he continued reading the letter.

They can do that? Can they do that?” Varric asked, shocked as well, tilting Dorian's hand down so he could read the letter as well, “Oh...shit. Isn't that—?”

Damien Trevelyan,” Cullen hissed out, leaning his palms back on the table. Cullen hung his head down, ashamed, "...Her brother."

The one who hurt her.” Cole spoke, his voice shook a little, “I—I need to find her, to—”

Stay away from her,” Cullen quickly turned around, finger pointed and glaring at Cole. “She isn't one of your experiments.”

Hey!” Varric glared up at Cullen, “The Inquisitor is Cole's friend, and he is hers—if he feels the need to see if she is okay, he can very well go see her.”

He is—”

None of your damn concern anymore, Curly.” Varric growled, “He is the Inquisitor's friend and he can very well go check on her if he thinks she needs it.”

Cullen's fingers wrapped around the pommel of his sword, snarling. Varric looked and Cole and motioned to the door, “Go check on her, Kid.”

Thank you, Varric.” Cole quickly walked out, the flower he once held falling onto the ground of the tavern.

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Cole walked up the stairs into Trevelyan's quarters, hearing the swishing metal daggers made while spinning through air. He saw Trevelyan standing on top of the railing of the balcony, staring off into the mountains, the dagger he heard while coming up was being thrown through the air, Trevelyan catching it even if it was the bladed side. He could see some blood on the dagger, a small amount dripping from her palm. She never flinched, cringed, or make any noise as the blade cut against her skin, again and again. But silent tears fell down her cheeks, hatred and betrayal burned in her eyes, the brightness that Trevelyan showed to him was gone—the darkness with the flock of Canary that bore into his mind returned. The anchor showed no light in the tunnel, now the burden brought darkness, hatred, guilt.

You know,” Trevelyan caught the hilt of the dagger, looking down at the empty cold fog from the mountain below her, “I was the favorite child before my magic manifested, my siblings knew it—I knew it, and because of it I thought I would always be untouchable. I was skilled was throwing daggers and using a sword at the age of eight. Then, on my ninth birthday, one of my cousins felt the need to prove I wasn't skilled, challenged me, a nine-fucking-year-old, to a duel...I killed her, completely by accident, but it wasn't even with my sword. My hand slipped on a dagger, she had cut my arm and blood was everywhere, and a bolt of lightning shot out from my palm and...the bolt of lightning went straight through her body...right through her heart.

I was scared, terrified, confused...so many things went through my mind in a single moment and the next thing I knew, my older brother had me in chains and taken to the Circle...'You are no longer untouchable, sister. Prepare to be broken.' This wasn't the same brother that did...everything to me. This brother was actually killed by another mage, one he was hunting down soon after I arrived at the Ostwick Circle. The brother who hurt me, Damien...He started working at my Circle when I turned sixteen.” Trevelyan looked down at the dagger and seeing the blood that dripped from the side of her palm. She looked back down at the fog and stretched her hand forward, letting the dagger drop into the abyss.

I know you aren't going to jump,” Cole's voice shook, “But can you please get down from the ledge?”

If you know I'm not going to jump, why—” Trevelyan stopped speaking when she saw the frightened look on Cole's face. She quickly turned around and jumped onto the balcony. She stretched a hand out to Cole, quickly pulling it back before moving past him and into her room. She grabbed a cloth off of her desk and wrapped it around her bloodied palm. Cole silently followed her, standing in front of her as she turned around. The tears were now gone, only dried up streaks on her face showed that she had ever cried. Her face was reading his, even through the hair and the hat. She tried countless times to figure him out, what he wanted, why he helped. She understood wanting to help other people, letting them forget on both his and their parts.

I find people when their pain leaves them open. I ease the pain. I leave. They forget...That was enough for me.

Cole had told her and Varric, explained why he needed the people he helped to forget—how it helped the person heal and kept him save. But why hasn't he made her forget with him? He has never tried, not really. When he kissed her scars, he somehow lead Cullen to the room—made it look like Cullen was the one helping and not him. He never wanted her to forget, or maybe he did but...

Why?” She stared up at him, her brows furrowed. “Why do you care so much about me? About what has happened to me? What might happen to me? Why haven't you made me forget?”

Cole locked his gaze with her own, his head tilted down to look at her, “I care about you.”

Why check up on me? Help me? Over and over? You tried making it look like Cullen helped me, after Haven...but you didn't wipe my memory clean—you made sure I remembered it was you who helped me.”

I care about you.” He repeated.

Almost all of my companions do but you're the only one who ever makes sure I'm okay.”

Blackwall checks on you.” Cole pointed out.

Not since I found out about his secret.” Trevelyan crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side. Cole remained silent, pondering about who else checks up on her. The only other option he could think of was Cullen, but he only cared to check up on her, ask her how she was doing, when they were romantically involved. She admitted to liking Blackwall before the truth about him came to light. Did Blackwall only check up on her because he was interested in her as well?

I...” Cole averted his gaze, his brows knotting together behind his bangs. Did he care for Trevelyan like Cullen and Blackwall once did? How would he even realize it? Do people realize it when they meet? When they get to know each other? Did he—

Cole?” Trevelyan placed the non-wounded hand on his cheek, a worried expression on her face. She was worried, about him, again. She had a million things to be angry at, to be worrying about, yet she was worried about him. He should be worrying about her right now, not the other way around. A faint smile found it's way onto Cole's lips, placing his hand over Trevelyan's.

I care about you.”

You've said that already, Cole.” Trevelyan averted her gaze, a faint blush creeping on her cheek as Cole rubbed his thumb against her knuckles.

I care about you, but, not like I did before, in the beginning. I care more than I should, am allowed to. I shouldn't care this way, but I do. I—” Trevelyan stood on her tiptoes and lightly pressed her lips against Cole's, silencing him.

I understand.” Was all she said, a smile on her face as she left her quarters.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

Didn't want to wait any longer so...yeah, here's chap 2.
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Title: Canary
Author: CommanderLavellan
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Main Characters: Cole, Cullen, Inquisitor Trevelyan, Josie, Leliana, Varric, Dorian
Disclaimer: In no way-shape-or-form do I own any of these characters.
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dodo44554's avatar
she should send a very sarcastic letter back saying that they will never help them (cause face it the fade will eat them up) and send some of leliannas spys to mess with them :)