Face down a horde of demons to close a rift? Sure. Foil an ancient Magister’s plans at every turn? Easy. Find and slay three High Dragons in a single afternoon? Child’s play. Flirt with an adorable woman with an accent that sounds like how honey tastes? Now that’s just impossible. At least it is for Ellana Lavellan. Just the thought of the ambassador brought a blush to the typically collected Elf’s face. Talking to her like a normal person was fine, but when she opened her mouth to say something romantic, and all that would come out would be a jumbled mesh of Elvish and the Common Tongue. She wanted to be with her more than anything, but the only way she could show her affection was by, well, not being anywhere near her. Whenever she had the chance, Ellana would sneak into Josephine’s office and leave gifts for her. However, though she didn’t what they did like, she did know that a Human would like what the Dalish would consider a gift. So, she went with the only thing she knew Josephine did like: sweets.
In fact, Ellana is leaving another one of these treats for Josephine on her desk while she spoke with the other advisors at this very moment. Until she hears footsteps coming from the war room, that is. Panicking, Ellana drops the basket of decedent pastries and bolts for the main hall, chastising herself for her cowardice as she runs.
When Josephine enters to see the basket on the floor with the red ribbon her secret admire tied to gifts they left, the Antivan woman can’t help but sigh. One hand goes to her stomach as she picks up the basket. Though her stomach had never been rock hard like Cassandra or Lelliana’s, it had also never been as soft as it was now, either. The once flat, smooth surface marred only by the scar of her navel is now a round, squishy orb with stretch marks caused by its rapid growth. The rest of her body had softened considerably (her thighs are so close to touching, now…) it was her stomach that was expanding fastest, likely due to her stuffing it full of sugary treats so often. The damage is far from irreversible at this point. A few weeks exercise would have her back down to size in just a few weeks. Provided she lay off the sweets, that is.
Placing the basket down on her desk, Josephine inspects the pastries inside. They look to be largely undamaged…perfectly fit for consumption…
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