Just some random spur-of-the-moment fluff about Tyrus and Leliana Tabris (they exchanged vows before the Maker, so legality and racism be damned, THEY'RE MARRIED). I've actually been working on a fic about their life as tavern owners in Orlais, but I've been having some problems with the middle bits (isn't it always the middle bits?). Then in my general writer's block frustration and the overwhelming desire to avoid tackling my mountainous piles of school work, I came up with this thing.
STUPID USELESS FLUFF
Leliana, despite my darkest desires, is the property of BioWare. Tyrus is mine to
abuse explore as I will.