Tuesday prompt fest over @ dragon_age 06.07.11
Number two. Hopefully this just becomes habit because this week was even more fun than the last.
7 Drabbles, all about 100 words each. Encompassing all games.
Characters/Pairings: Sebastian & Hawke, f!Hawke/Anders & f!Hawke/Fenris, f!Hawke & Carver, Isabela/Carver, Greagoir & Cullen, Nathaniel & Athenril, Orsino & Meredith
Rating: G & T
Bear Trap
Characters: f!Hawke & Sebastian
Words: 160
Rating: G
"Are you going to tell me before I step on these things or what? Honestly, if you're not going to point out traps, what did I even bring you along for?"
Sebastian fumbled for an apology as Hawke pried her leg loose. Her healing skills were minimal, but she was able to stem the bleeding, at least.
He was the one who'd wanted to come to this freaky possessed mansion in the first place, with its debauched drunken nobles and crumbling ruins under the cellar that led to Maker-knows-what.
She'd just been starting to like him, too. Witnessing the punch he'd thrown in the room filled with gold, his outraged embarrassment over "exposing her to such things" when they'd walked in on Lord Harriman The 'Prude' in a compromising postition.
He was easy on the eyes, his brogue a thing of fascination, and deadly with a bow. But if this was the extent of his tinkering skillset, who needed him?
I'll wait for you
Pairings: f!Hawke/Anders & f!Hawke/Fenris
Words: 104
Rating: G
Hawke shied away from the soft palm of the mage before her.
"What's wrong? I know that you had something with Fenris. But it's over now, right? You should move on. Try to be happy." His voice was soft and wonderful, and her skin buzzed with the need to feel the warmth of his hand.
She was lonely, aching for contact, and maybe losing herself in something physical wasn't a terrible idea. He'd left. And looking at the man before her now, she felt her chest ache with want.
But she couldn't.
Taking a step back, she gave Anders a sad smile. "I'm sorry."
F*ck you very much
Characters: f!Hawke & Carver
Words: 122
Rating: G
"You're joking, right?"
But he wasn't. He'd wanted to go with them on the expedition, but Hawke had heeded her mother's pleas. He was her baby brother, and despite his incessant need to pick fights with her over every little thing he meant the world to her.
She'd returned, had won glory and treasure, and was met at the door to Gamlen's hovel by Carver, dressed in full templar armor. She felt like she'd been punched, bile filling her mouth, words elusive as lightheadedness descended, black dots dancing in her vision.
She wanted to rage, to scream that she'd only left him because she loved him, but "love" was something they'd never admitted to. And there was nothing else she could say.
Strawberries
Pairing: Isabela/Carver
Words: 148
Rating: G
"Where did you get those?" Carver asked in wonder.
Isabela clutched the precious pieces of ripe fruit to her chest. "I packed them, of course." She glanced up, seeing the young pup lick his lips hungrily.
They'd been trapped below ground for days, living off of skins of wine and water, with dried meat and hard bread. The ceilings were vaulted, it wasn't that she felt claustrophobic, precisely, it was more that she missed the sun, the smell of plants, and the air coming off the sea.
She glanced across the fire to where Hawke and Varric slept, then back to the eager young man who knelt beside her bedroll, thinking of just the diversion to take her mind from their unpleasant surroundings.
A wicked grin split her face as she held some of the berries aloft. "If I should choose to share... what will you give me?"
Doing it wrong
Characters: Greagoir & Cullen
Words: 120
Rating: G
Greagoir sighed in exasperation as he watched the templar stutter his way through introductions with the Grey Warden. He'd come seeking mages to set loose upon the world, foolishly thinking he could control them as he did the blades strapped to his back.
The young templar was still so very green, protesting when he'd been asked to preside over the harrowing of the very mage the Warden Leader looked to take from here.
They'd all seen the the way he followed her with his eyes, taking the post outside her room now that she'd been moved up to their floor, his feelings obvious and embarrassing, a mark of shame that the man would be better off outgrowing sooner than later.
We're going to have to cut off your hair
Characters: Nathanel Howe & Athenril
Words: 94
Rating: T
"What? Why?"
"You can't have long hair like that if you're going to train as an assassin. Too easy to bring a knife 'round your throat."
"Bullshit," he said sullenly. He didn't care what she said, he wasn't going to do it. He'd taken everything she had to teach as gospel so far, but this was the very end of it.
Athenril blew her breath out on a sigh. "Fine. But you need to pull it back or something. It's not going to help anything for it to be constantly hanging in your eyes."
My sister was crazy.
Characters: Orsino & Meredith
Words: 106
Rating: G
Excuses, excuses. The First Enchanter shook his head as he stalked from the sight of the Knight Commander.
Whatever helped that woman sleep at night. You could justify the things you did with past events, explanations for ingrained beliefs, the prejudices that took years and years of practice, or you could man up and accept that sometimes you simply did what you wanted, whether that was unquestionable studies into forbidden knowledge or punishing people for what you thought they might do in the future.
He didn't care about what Meredith clung to in her search for absolution. Her failing was that she thought she needed it.
7 Drabbles, all about 100 words each. Encompassing all games.
Characters/Pairings: Sebastian & Hawke, f!Hawke/Anders & f!Hawke/Fenris, f!Hawke & Carver, Isabela/Carver, Greagoir & Cullen, Nathaniel & Athenril, Orsino & Meredith
Rating: G & T
Bear Trap
Characters: f!Hawke & Sebastian
Words: 160
Rating: G
"Are you going to tell me before I step on these things or what? Honestly, if you're not going to point out traps, what did I even bring you along for?"
Sebastian fumbled for an apology as Hawke pried her leg loose. Her healing skills were minimal, but she was able to stem the bleeding, at least.
He was the one who'd wanted to come to this freaky possessed mansion in the first place, with its debauched drunken nobles and crumbling ruins under the cellar that led to Maker-knows-what.
She'd just been starting to like him, too. Witnessing the punch he'd thrown in the room filled with gold, his outraged embarrassment over "exposing her to such things" when they'd walked in on Lord Harriman The 'Prude' in a compromising postition.
He was easy on the eyes, his brogue a thing of fascination, and deadly with a bow. But if this was the extent of his tinkering skillset, who needed him?
I'll wait for you
Pairings: f!Hawke/Anders & f!Hawke/Fenris
Words: 104
Rating: G
Hawke shied away from the soft palm of the mage before her.
"What's wrong? I know that you had something with Fenris. But it's over now, right? You should move on. Try to be happy." His voice was soft and wonderful, and her skin buzzed with the need to feel the warmth of his hand.
She was lonely, aching for contact, and maybe losing herself in something physical wasn't a terrible idea. He'd left. And looking at the man before her now, she felt her chest ache with want.
But she couldn't.
Taking a step back, she gave Anders a sad smile. "I'm sorry."
F*ck you very much
Characters: f!Hawke & Carver
Words: 122
Rating: G
"You're joking, right?"
But he wasn't. He'd wanted to go with them on the expedition, but Hawke had heeded her mother's pleas. He was her baby brother, and despite his incessant need to pick fights with her over every little thing he meant the world to her.
She'd returned, had won glory and treasure, and was met at the door to Gamlen's hovel by Carver, dressed in full templar armor. She felt like she'd been punched, bile filling her mouth, words elusive as lightheadedness descended, black dots dancing in her vision.
She wanted to rage, to scream that she'd only left him because she loved him, but "love" was something they'd never admitted to. And there was nothing else she could say.
Strawberries
Pairing: Isabela/Carver
Words: 148
Rating: G
"Where did you get those?" Carver asked in wonder.
Isabela clutched the precious pieces of ripe fruit to her chest. "I packed them, of course." She glanced up, seeing the young pup lick his lips hungrily.
They'd been trapped below ground for days, living off of skins of wine and water, with dried meat and hard bread. The ceilings were vaulted, it wasn't that she felt claustrophobic, precisely, it was more that she missed the sun, the smell of plants, and the air coming off the sea.
She glanced across the fire to where Hawke and Varric slept, then back to the eager young man who knelt beside her bedroll, thinking of just the diversion to take her mind from their unpleasant surroundings.
A wicked grin split her face as she held some of the berries aloft. "If I should choose to share... what will you give me?"
Doing it wrong
Characters: Greagoir & Cullen
Words: 120
Rating: G
Greagoir sighed in exasperation as he watched the templar stutter his way through introductions with the Grey Warden. He'd come seeking mages to set loose upon the world, foolishly thinking he could control them as he did the blades strapped to his back.
The young templar was still so very green, protesting when he'd been asked to preside over the harrowing of the very mage the Warden Leader looked to take from here.
They'd all seen the the way he followed her with his eyes, taking the post outside her room now that she'd been moved up to their floor, his feelings obvious and embarrassing, a mark of shame that the man would be better off outgrowing sooner than later.
We're going to have to cut off your hair
Characters: Nathanel Howe & Athenril
Words: 94
Rating: T
"What? Why?"
"You can't have long hair like that if you're going to train as an assassin. Too easy to bring a knife 'round your throat."
"Bullshit," he said sullenly. He didn't care what she said, he wasn't going to do it. He'd taken everything she had to teach as gospel so far, but this was the very end of it.
Athenril blew her breath out on a sigh. "Fine. But you need to pull it back or something. It's not going to help anything for it to be constantly hanging in your eyes."
My sister was crazy.
Characters: Orsino & Meredith
Words: 106
Rating: G
Excuses, excuses. The First Enchanter shook his head as he stalked from the sight of the Knight Commander.
Whatever helped that woman sleep at night. You could justify the things you did with past events, explanations for ingrained beliefs, the prejudices that took years and years of practice, or you could man up and accept that sometimes you simply did what you wanted, whether that was unquestionable studies into forbidden knowledge or punishing people for what you thought they might do in the future.
He didn't care about what Meredith clung to in her search for absolution. Her failing was that she thought she needed it.