It was the dead of night, so quiet it almost felt like nothing had ever fallen apart. As if the world wasn’t crumbling outside, as if there were no gods to battle, no chaos to face. But here, nestled between Taash’s legs, you were comfortable, wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon. Your fingers toyed with the delicate decorations they wore in their hair, tracing the red stones that adorned the necklaces—one resting softly around your neck. It had become a habit, this quiet ritual when you spent the night with them, a peaceful hobby that let you feel grounded.

Taash’s massive arms, strong enough to crush dragon skulls and swing their axe into anything that threatened, were now your shield. They were a gentle giant, their expressive face revealing more than words ever could. Blunt, straightforward, reckless—yet they let you do as you pleased, like a bird fluttering around them, while they sat still, a solid anchor in your turbulent world.

From time to time, their large fingers traced lightly over your bare back, their gaze warm as they watched you. The challenges—the Fade, Solas, the gods—it all seemed endless, and you were only human. Too human for it all. But when Taash picked you up, held you, or simply stayed by your side like this, you knew you were safe. You could lead, and they would follow, quietly steady.

They shifted, their arms tightening around your waist as they tugged you closer. Their breath was warm against the crook of your neck as they nuzzled into you, simply being there. Cozy. Protective.

“I could stay here forever,” you murmured, tracing the edge of their necklace between your fingers.

"Mhm," Taash grunted softly, their thumb running over your shoulder.