Blue Skies Prompt #2: Light in Dark Places (Dragon Age)
Title: Light in Dark Places
Author: fifmeister
Prompt: #2 - picture of fireworks
Fandom: Dragon Age
Character(s)/Pairing(s): f!Hawke/Anders
Genre: General, with a bit of angst
Rating & Warnings: PG for a bit of post-sexytimes snuggling
Word Count: 715
Summary: Hawke talks of old memories, while Anders thinks of creating new ones.
"Well, this won't do."
Hawke's eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, rousing herself from her thoughts with an effort. With a start, she realized the fire had burned low across the hearth, deepening the room's shadows, and she wondered how long she had been lost in the quagmire that was her mind of late.
She hoisted herself up on one elbow and turned onto her side, raising an eyebrow at her lover. "What won't do?"
Anders favored her with a rare teasing grin, and she felt her heart skip a beat in spite of the lingering darkness. "You staring off into space all pensive and brooding," he said. "And me trying to get you to talk. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"
She laughed, reaching out to let her fingers wind a path over his shoulder and down his chest. It was true: he'd been in an unusually good mood tonight, as though he had rid himself of a heavy burden. Normally she had to use every last feminine wile she possessed to tempt him away from his manifestos and his rantings on injustice, but tonight his attentions had been...enthusiastic.
It was a pleasant change, to be sure. She gave an apologetic smile.
"I was just thinking of-"
He held a finger to her lips. "I could tell what you were thinking. Not tonight, love. Believe it or not, if you utter the words 'Meredith' or 'templar' or 'Circle' I might scream, and then Justice will come out and it won't be pretty."
His tone was light, but she could tell he was only half-joking. She settled herself further down among the scattered quilts and pillows, raising an eyebrow at him. "Very well, then. What would you like to talk about?"
For a moment his eyes were faraway, and then they cleared, focusing on her face. "Tell me a happy childhood memory."
Hawke tilted her head as she thought, sucking her lower lip into her mouth in the way she knew he liked. "When I was little, sometimes on very rare and special occasions Father would use his magic to perform little tricks and shows for us. It was always such a delight to see all those funny lights and colors coming from his hands." She chuckled. "Bethany and I would squeal like newborn mabari, and Mother would lean in the doorway and laugh and smile. Carver would cross his arms and act sullen, but we all knew he enjoyed them as much as any of us."
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, her face softening with nostalgia. "Looking back, I'm sure his displays couldn't have been all that big-he wouldn't risk templars' discovery just to give his children a few moments' amusement-but to a little girl's eyes, it seemed like he could make the entire night sky come alive with light and color."
She watched as Anders smiled and held out his hand, calling up a pulse of light between his fingers, the mingled blues and purples chasing away the shadows. "We mages are good for lighting up dark spaces," he said, amusement tinging his tone.
The light disappeared, and his eyes grew thoughtful. "You said your father only did this on special occasions?"
She nodded. "Birthdays, usually. Or festival days, or at the start of a new year."
"Mmm." She could see him beginning to sink back into his own thoughts, though a furtive little smile still played around his lips. "It sounds like your father and I had something in common, then."
Hawke screwed up her face in mixed puzzlement and annoyance, reaching over to give his shoulder a light swat. "There you go with your cryptic talk again. What do you mean?"
His expression cleared, and he leaned forward to give her a quick kiss. "Don't trouble your thoughts with it, love. I only meant I would agree that new beginnings are best celebrated with enough light and color to brighten the night sky."
She sighed and shook her head, leaning into his kiss and pushing away the prickles of disquiet that tingled at the back of her mind. He was in a good mood tonight. She wouldn't ruin it by pressing him.
She would enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
Author: fifmeister
Prompt: #2 - picture of fireworks
Fandom: Dragon Age
Character(s)/Pairing(s): f!Hawke/Anders
Genre: General, with a bit of angst
Rating & Warnings: PG for a bit of post-sexytimes snuggling
Word Count: 715
Summary: Hawke talks of old memories, while Anders thinks of creating new ones.
"Well, this won't do."
Hawke's eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, rousing herself from her thoughts with an effort. With a start, she realized the fire had burned low across the hearth, deepening the room's shadows, and she wondered how long she had been lost in the quagmire that was her mind of late.
She hoisted herself up on one elbow and turned onto her side, raising an eyebrow at her lover. "What won't do?"
Anders favored her with a rare teasing grin, and she felt her heart skip a beat in spite of the lingering darkness. "You staring off into space all pensive and brooding," he said. "And me trying to get you to talk. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"
She laughed, reaching out to let her fingers wind a path over his shoulder and down his chest. It was true: he'd been in an unusually good mood tonight, as though he had rid himself of a heavy burden. Normally she had to use every last feminine wile she possessed to tempt him away from his manifestos and his rantings on injustice, but tonight his attentions had been...enthusiastic.
It was a pleasant change, to be sure. She gave an apologetic smile.
"I was just thinking of-"
He held a finger to her lips. "I could tell what you were thinking. Not tonight, love. Believe it or not, if you utter the words 'Meredith' or 'templar' or 'Circle' I might scream, and then Justice will come out and it won't be pretty."
His tone was light, but she could tell he was only half-joking. She settled herself further down among the scattered quilts and pillows, raising an eyebrow at him. "Very well, then. What would you like to talk about?"
For a moment his eyes were faraway, and then they cleared, focusing on her face. "Tell me a happy childhood memory."
Hawke tilted her head as she thought, sucking her lower lip into her mouth in the way she knew he liked. "When I was little, sometimes on very rare and special occasions Father would use his magic to perform little tricks and shows for us. It was always such a delight to see all those funny lights and colors coming from his hands." She chuckled. "Bethany and I would squeal like newborn mabari, and Mother would lean in the doorway and laugh and smile. Carver would cross his arms and act sullen, but we all knew he enjoyed them as much as any of us."
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, her face softening with nostalgia. "Looking back, I'm sure his displays couldn't have been all that big-he wouldn't risk templars' discovery just to give his children a few moments' amusement-but to a little girl's eyes, it seemed like he could make the entire night sky come alive with light and color."
She watched as Anders smiled and held out his hand, calling up a pulse of light between his fingers, the mingled blues and purples chasing away the shadows. "We mages are good for lighting up dark spaces," he said, amusement tinging his tone.
The light disappeared, and his eyes grew thoughtful. "You said your father only did this on special occasions?"
She nodded. "Birthdays, usually. Or festival days, or at the start of a new year."
"Mmm." She could see him beginning to sink back into his own thoughts, though a furtive little smile still played around his lips. "It sounds like your father and I had something in common, then."
Hawke screwed up her face in mixed puzzlement and annoyance, reaching over to give his shoulder a light swat. "There you go with your cryptic talk again. What do you mean?"
His expression cleared, and he leaned forward to give her a quick kiss. "Don't trouble your thoughts with it, love. I only meant I would agree that new beginnings are best celebrated with enough light and color to brighten the night sky."
She sighed and shook her head, leaning into his kiss and pushing away the prickles of disquiet that tingled at the back of her mind. He was in a good mood tonight. She wouldn't ruin it by pressing him.
She would enjoy it for as long as it lasted.