Tuesday prompt fest over @ dragon_age 05.31.11
So I finally got involved, and it really is like crack. A good way to fritter the day away, and feel mildly productive afterward. Eee. These were all written off the cuff, with little to no planning, proofreading, editing, or plotting of any kind. Just, BAM, written as they came at me. I seriously spent more time coming up with prompts for other people, I swear.
6 Drabbles, all about 100 words each. Encompassing all games.
Characters/Pairings: f!Hawke & Cullen, f!Warden & the companions of 'Awakening', f!Hawke/Fenris, f!Tabris/Nathaniel, f!Hawke/Sebastian, Carver
Rating: G & R
what do you want from me
Characters: f!Hawke & Cullen
Words: 111
Rating: G
Hawke met the steady gaze of the Templar before her.
"I knew an Amell once. She was a special woman..." His voice trailed off and his eyes moved, gazing off into nothing. He shook himself, looking back at her again, his eyes becoming fervent. He seemed to be searching her robed form for something.
Hawke resisted the impulse to snatch the staff from her back, thinking to ward him off.
Strange, that despite all the people who seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she was a mage, that the Knight-Captain would be the one to give her a second look.
This guy was intense. And possibly a bit crazy?
No air
Characters: f!Warden & the companions of 'Awakening'
Words: 128
Rating: G
The first sensation she notices is how breathless she is. It's like being in a vacuum, the wind knocked from her chest as she exhales and exhales without end.
She'd chosen to save the City, she'd done the right thing, she knows it, but the news of the Vigil... complete destruction. She looked to Justice, Sigrun, and Velanna, seeing the faces of those she left behind. Anders, Oghren, and Nathaniel...
Maker, if only she could have been in two places at once. If only she'd known, she'd have told them how she felt.
Swallowing her feelings, she got her first gasping breath of air. Putting her grief away to examine later, she gripped her blades with renewed purpose. She needed to focus. There was much yet to do.
I think we did this before
Pairing: f!Hawke/Fenris
Words: 95
Rating: R
She'd missed him. The memories of their first time together had faded, so that it felt brand new.
They hadn't made it past the staircase before. It had been a frantic, frenzied joining of flesh. A race to see who could undress faster.
Now it was slow and easy, his every kiss an apology. Feelings of nostalgia mixed with the excitement of the moment, sweeping hands on his markings, bites on his neck and shoulders and he caressed her with lips and tongue. Déjà vu and novelty as she learned his body all over again.
Look at me
Pairing: f!Tabris/Nathaniel
Words: 133
Rating: G
She listens as he flirts with her elven friend, the Dalish outcast, the one who is rude and confused by turns.
Hair black as midnight, with piercing grey eyes. He is gruff and angry inside, but a contradiction. He'd tracked her down, asked to take the Joining. He needed this, needed to clear his name, and be a part of something greater. Despite the disapproval of Anders and Oghren, she'd welcomed him, forgiving him the sins of the father.
Time passes and he seems to calm, joking with those she travels with, but never getting too personal.
In combat, he's like a shadow, flittering in and out of sight, often claiming the biggest kills.
Does he really have a thing for elves? If so, why couldn't she feel his eyes rest upon her?
I told you not to touch that!
Pairing: f!Hawke/Sebastian
Words: 114
Rating: G
She liked to tease him. Because she could.
It wasn't that she didn't admire his devotion. His morals. His accent. It was more in that forbidden fruit was ever-so tempting. And he was handsome and dependable and selfless.
She liked his outraged protests, as she questioned everything regarding the Faith, as if they hadn't all grown up believing it. Wide-eyed questions about candles and incense, thumbing disinterestedly through a holy tome each time she visited him at the Chantry.
But the most fascinating piece of Chantry memorabilia he carried on his person. As a warning? A reminder? Hawke grappled for his belt buckle, unable to make herself heed her inner voices that screamed "don't!"
going back to Lothering
Characters: Carver
Words: 113
Rating: G
Carver pushed the hair back from his eyes with his forearm, hefting his sword before him as he entered Lothering at last.
He was numb and panicked, knowing only that King Cailan's army had been lost, and that he needed to return, now, to find his family, and get them out of the path of what was headed this way even now.
He didn't have time for frustrated anger, to wonder how this had happened with the fabled strategist leading their forces. He only had time to see the last of the people he'd grown up with flee their homes in terror, as the sky turned red and the ground trembled beneath him.
6 Drabbles, all about 100 words each. Encompassing all games.
Characters/Pairings: f!Hawke & Cullen, f!Warden & the companions of 'Awakening', f!Hawke/Fenris, f!Tabris/Nathaniel, f!Hawke/Sebastian, Carver
Rating: G & R
what do you want from me
Characters: f!Hawke & Cullen
Words: 111
Rating: G
Hawke met the steady gaze of the Templar before her.
"I knew an Amell once. She was a special woman..." His voice trailed off and his eyes moved, gazing off into nothing. He shook himself, looking back at her again, his eyes becoming fervent. He seemed to be searching her robed form for something.
Hawke resisted the impulse to snatch the staff from her back, thinking to ward him off.
Strange, that despite all the people who seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she was a mage, that the Knight-Captain would be the one to give her a second look.
This guy was intense. And possibly a bit crazy?
No air
Characters: f!Warden & the companions of 'Awakening'
Words: 128
Rating: G
The first sensation she notices is how breathless she is. It's like being in a vacuum, the wind knocked from her chest as she exhales and exhales without end.
She'd chosen to save the City, she'd done the right thing, she knows it, but the news of the Vigil... complete destruction. She looked to Justice, Sigrun, and Velanna, seeing the faces of those she left behind. Anders, Oghren, and Nathaniel...
Maker, if only she could have been in two places at once. If only she'd known, she'd have told them how she felt.
Swallowing her feelings, she got her first gasping breath of air. Putting her grief away to examine later, she gripped her blades with renewed purpose. She needed to focus. There was much yet to do.
I think we did this before
Pairing: f!Hawke/Fenris
Words: 95
Rating: R
She'd missed him. The memories of their first time together had faded, so that it felt brand new.
They hadn't made it past the staircase before. It had been a frantic, frenzied joining of flesh. A race to see who could undress faster.
Now it was slow and easy, his every kiss an apology. Feelings of nostalgia mixed with the excitement of the moment, sweeping hands on his markings, bites on his neck and shoulders and he caressed her with lips and tongue. Déjà vu and novelty as she learned his body all over again.
Look at me
Pairing: f!Tabris/Nathaniel
Words: 133
Rating: G
She listens as he flirts with her elven friend, the Dalish outcast, the one who is rude and confused by turns.
Hair black as midnight, with piercing grey eyes. He is gruff and angry inside, but a contradiction. He'd tracked her down, asked to take the Joining. He needed this, needed to clear his name, and be a part of something greater. Despite the disapproval of Anders and Oghren, she'd welcomed him, forgiving him the sins of the father.
Time passes and he seems to calm, joking with those she travels with, but never getting too personal.
In combat, he's like a shadow, flittering in and out of sight, often claiming the biggest kills.
Does he really have a thing for elves? If so, why couldn't she feel his eyes rest upon her?
I told you not to touch that!
Pairing: f!Hawke/Sebastian
Words: 114
Rating: G
She liked to tease him. Because she could.
It wasn't that she didn't admire his devotion. His morals. His accent. It was more in that forbidden fruit was ever-so tempting. And he was handsome and dependable and selfless.
She liked his outraged protests, as she questioned everything regarding the Faith, as if they hadn't all grown up believing it. Wide-eyed questions about candles and incense, thumbing disinterestedly through a holy tome each time she visited him at the Chantry.
But the most fascinating piece of Chantry memorabilia he carried on his person. As a warning? A reminder? Hawke grappled for his belt buckle, unable to make herself heed her inner voices that screamed "don't!"
going back to Lothering
Characters: Carver
Words: 113
Rating: G
Carver pushed the hair back from his eyes with his forearm, hefting his sword before him as he entered Lothering at last.
He was numb and panicked, knowing only that King Cailan's army had been lost, and that he needed to return, now, to find his family, and get them out of the path of what was headed this way even now.
He didn't have time for frustrated anger, to wonder how this had happened with the fabled strategist leading their forces. He only had time to see the last of the people he'd grown up with flee their homes in terror, as the sky turned red and the ground trembled beneath him.