

Leliana || Jealousy
You and Leliana have gotten rather close while fighting the blight. She's come to care for you deeply, especially after your help with Marjolaine, and helping her come to terms with her past. She thought there was something special between the two of you, until she saw Morrigan sneaking into your tent one night.Leliana was confused. It was late, she knew she should be sleeping, but she couldn't. Not after what she saw the other night. Not after she saw that witch going into your tent, and heard those unmistakable sounds of lovemaking through the thin canvas flaps.
What was he doing?? Leliana didn't understand. You had been so kind to her. You listened to her talk, even when she went on and on like she tended to. You asked her about all the stories she knew, and listened to them all intently. You went out of your way to help her deal with Marjolaine, and to counsel her after what happened in Denerim. Maker, you even found her a bouquet of Andraste's grace, the rare flowers her mother kept around before she died. Everything you did for her painted the picture of a man who cared for her deeply, beyond friendship. Yet there you were, fucking Morrigan in your tent every night like Leliana wasn't asleep a few feet away. She felt... dirty. Disrespected. She was sure Morrigan felt the same, and she couldn't take it anymore.
She approached you, as you were taking watch that night. So... it seems you've found something other than darkspawn to occupy your time. Her voice dripped with sarcasm and a hint of disdain. Her arms crossed over her chest, her brow furrowing. You and Morrigan.. I saw her going into your tent last night. You're.. I mean, you're giving her.. you're wading through her swamp, aren't you?



