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Varric sat on the porch swing, writing in the crisp, fall air, when he spotted his wife approaching in the distance. He was conflicted. He adored Malika, but her brand of excitement didn’t really fit with the peace he’d sought when he’d had the cabin built in the ass end of nowhere.
“Here to cause trouble?” he asked, with a warm sigh and a knowing smile, as she pulled up the lane-way.
“Not today,” Trouble answered, setting aside his writing and nudging her way under his arm, melting into the peace with him. “Today, I just wanted to come home.”