Tuesday prompt fest over @ dragon_age 06.14.11
8 Drabbles, all about 100 words each. Encompassing all games.
Characters/Pairings: f!Hawke, Carver/Merrill, f!Hawke, Isabela, & Varric, f!Hawke/Sebastian, Cullen, Bethany, and f!Hawke, f!Surana/Nathaniel, f!Cousland & Carver, f!Hawke/Fenris
Rating: G
Insomnia
Characters: f!Hawke
Words: 108
Rating: G
Everyone sleeps on the ship ride over, as they sail into the unknown. Mother and Carver, the stooped old woman who'd given her wedding band to afford her fare. Everyone except Hawke.
So few possessions, not even a blanket, a bundle of clothing to pillow Leandra's head.
If she closes her eyes, twisted faces reach through the darkness to touch her. Bethany's scream, her mother's wail, grunts and gargles of tainted creatures.
It will be weeks before they meet what lies ahead. She should be gathering her strength. But if the black's embrace is all she has to occupy the time, she'd rather just sit, numb and awake.
Half a pint and giggling
Pairing: Carver/Merrill
Words: 167
Rating: G
Carver's never seen such a lightweight in his entire life.
His conscience was beginning to pique him. He'd only wanted to take Merrill out to show her a bit of a good time. When she'd remarked upon how pretty the frothing ale looked, he'd never assumed the remark to mean she hadn't had any before. But if that were true... And she was such a tiny little thing...
"You're pretty different from the other girls I've known. You know that, right?"
"Am I?" she laughed, taking his remark as a compliment, for once. "And you're pretty... pretty," she said, leaning across the table toward him. Her hand slid through his hair, coming to rest behind his head. She leaned close, her gaze intent on his lips.
Moving to meet her half-way, Carver watched as Merrill continued bending toward him, anticipation curling in his belly. She kept coming, off balance, but before he could feel her lips against his, she fell from her stool and onto the floor.
The Hero of Kirkwall, the man (or woman) they call Hawke
Characters: f!Hawke, Isabela, & Varric
Words: 129
Rating: G
"We should make a bawdy drinking song. You know, for Hawke. Mark the occasion."
Hawke was horrified to realize a blush was spreading across her face at Isabela's words. "Please don't."
"Oh! Good idea!" Varric said, rubbing his gloved hands together before reaching for parchment and quill.
"We'll collaborate," Isabela said decisively, moving her chair closer to the dwarf's. "Imagine... we'll spread the words, far and wide, and greet her with it each time we see her. Something simple, I think, easy to remember. It should be raunchy, but believable, with a catchy tune."
Unable to choose between melting into a puddle where she sat or setting the pair on fire, Hawke just sighed, a feeling of inevitability washing away her concern. "I hate you both," she muttered sullenly.
You're going to do pushups until I get tired
Pairing: f!Hawke/Sebastian
Words: 148
Rating: G
"You know, you've got a lot of rippling muscles for a Chantry brother," Hawke said, letting her interest creep in to color her words.
Sebastian's brows rose in response. "Well, uh, thanks for noticing. I do try to remember that my body's a gift from the Maker."
Ain't that the truth. Hawke thought, allowing her eyes to linger on well-formed arms and thighs.
"Keeping myself fit goes right along with my life of service in His name."
"It's a wonder you haven't gone soft, though, with all that kneeling and prayer," Hawke pushed, still eating him up with her eyes.
"I've got a daily routine I follow. Would you care to watch me as I run through my workout?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, I think I would." Hawke said with a mischievous grin. The thought of getting her own workout just watching him caused her belly to tighten.
Protection & Control
Characters: Cullen, Bethany, and f!Hawke
Words: 143
Rating: G
Cullen directed his newest charge into the Gallows, ignoring the raised brows he encountered from those they passed. He registered her name with the clerk, a tranquil woman who would have been attractive if not for her soulless eyes.
The mage beside him walked with slumped shoulders, a defeated demeanor he'd seen time and time again from those who'd been rounded up after tasting freedom.
She'd taken nothing with her, silent and excepting, the very opposite of her wailing mother and the fierce eyes her older sister had flashed his way.
"This is only temporary, templar," she'd said.
"For her sake, you'd better hope that isn't the case," he'd returned.
The mage had been compliant, following Cullen without fuss or complaint. Her sister, however, had needed to be restrained. They were deceptive, outward appearances. Who was the danger and who were they protecting?
Cover me
Pairing: f!Surana/Nathaniel Howe
Words: 149
Rating: G
The two words the Warden-Commander uses the most with Nathaniel. They compliment each other in combat, him laying circles of arrows between her and anything that should choose to charge while she casts, her small frame bowing, hands above her head as she rains fireballs down upon those he's stunned with flasks of smoke and poison.
She says them as they rush packs of 'spawn, as they run head on into dragons and ogres.
She says them as she enters a room packed with nobles, still so inexperienced with the intrigue of fancy dresses and dictating policy.
She says them, her small hand gripping his, before she steps forward to greet Ferelden's King, who stares back at her intensely, even as she avoids meeting his eyes.
But the best is when she says them as she lays back, gripping his leathers in a fist, her hot mouth seeking his.
Bread and butter
Characters: f!Cousland & Carver
Words: 157
Rating: G
A/N: A sequel to Insomnia by tersa.
They started bumping into each other almost every night. Shared nightmares falling into hilarity as Carver began to feel the beginnings of other side effects from the joining. Most often she'd find him hunting for bread, scraps from the evening meal, anything to assuage his hunger.
"I'm starving to death. Really. My belly feels like it's eating me up from the inside," he complained, his voice ringing with the truth of it.
There weren't a lot of new recruits at the moment, so he would have faced the changes alone, but she was happy to be there for him. She smiled through wistful thoughts of the man who'd helped her through her own time.
She liked to have things waiting for him, a cluster of grapes, rolls with butter and fresh preserves. His enthusiasm was infectious, his exclamations of grateful surprise at such simple gestures, his happiness attesting to the treasure he thought each offering to be.
But the shoes!
Pairing: f!Hawke/Fenris
Words: 176
Rating: G
Hawke had found these amazing boots (along with an interesting recipe for an aphrodisiac potion) at the Black Emporium today that left her toes bare. Embracing her inner elf, she'd thought them just the thing, not even stopping to mark the cost (which happened to be dear). Getting used to the fit might take some time, and avoiding all those sharp rocks and the hot pavement would require skill to master, but she was absolutely up for the challenge.
They gathered 'round the table at an inn that evening, and a thrill shot through her as she discovered an interesting perk to her new footwear. Sliding bare toes up Fenris's shin under the table, she grinned wickedly as he shot a questioning glance her way. Her foot coasted down, rubbing against his, feeling his toes curl as she wrapped hers around them. Her blood began to heat and her breath quickened at the sensation of bare skin on lyrium-runed skin.
If ever there'd been a man born to play footsie with, the magical-fisting elf was he.
Characters/Pairings: f!Hawke, Carver/Merrill, f!Hawke, Isabela, & Varric, f!Hawke/Sebastian, Cullen, Bethany, and f!Hawke, f!Surana/Nathaniel, f!Cousland & Carver, f!Hawke/Fenris
Rating: G
Insomnia
Characters: f!Hawke
Words: 108
Rating: G
Everyone sleeps on the ship ride over, as they sail into the unknown. Mother and Carver, the stooped old woman who'd given her wedding band to afford her fare. Everyone except Hawke.
So few possessions, not even a blanket, a bundle of clothing to pillow Leandra's head.
If she closes her eyes, twisted faces reach through the darkness to touch her. Bethany's scream, her mother's wail, grunts and gargles of tainted creatures.
It will be weeks before they meet what lies ahead. She should be gathering her strength. But if the black's embrace is all she has to occupy the time, she'd rather just sit, numb and awake.
Half a pint and giggling
Pairing: Carver/Merrill
Words: 167
Rating: G
Carver's never seen such a lightweight in his entire life.
His conscience was beginning to pique him. He'd only wanted to take Merrill out to show her a bit of a good time. When she'd remarked upon how pretty the frothing ale looked, he'd never assumed the remark to mean she hadn't had any before. But if that were true... And she was such a tiny little thing...
"You're pretty different from the other girls I've known. You know that, right?"
"Am I?" she laughed, taking his remark as a compliment, for once. "And you're pretty... pretty," she said, leaning across the table toward him. Her hand slid through his hair, coming to rest behind his head. She leaned close, her gaze intent on his lips.
Moving to meet her half-way, Carver watched as Merrill continued bending toward him, anticipation curling in his belly. She kept coming, off balance, but before he could feel her lips against his, she fell from her stool and onto the floor.
The Hero of Kirkwall, the man (or woman) they call Hawke
Characters: f!Hawke, Isabela, & Varric
Words: 129
Rating: G
"We should make a bawdy drinking song. You know, for Hawke. Mark the occasion."
Hawke was horrified to realize a blush was spreading across her face at Isabela's words. "Please don't."
"Oh! Good idea!" Varric said, rubbing his gloved hands together before reaching for parchment and quill.
"We'll collaborate," Isabela said decisively, moving her chair closer to the dwarf's. "Imagine... we'll spread the words, far and wide, and greet her with it each time we see her. Something simple, I think, easy to remember. It should be raunchy, but believable, with a catchy tune."
Unable to choose between melting into a puddle where she sat or setting the pair on fire, Hawke just sighed, a feeling of inevitability washing away her concern. "I hate you both," she muttered sullenly.
You're going to do pushups until I get tired
Pairing: f!Hawke/Sebastian
Words: 148
Rating: G
"You know, you've got a lot of rippling muscles for a Chantry brother," Hawke said, letting her interest creep in to color her words.
Sebastian's brows rose in response. "Well, uh, thanks for noticing. I do try to remember that my body's a gift from the Maker."
Ain't that the truth. Hawke thought, allowing her eyes to linger on well-formed arms and thighs.
"Keeping myself fit goes right along with my life of service in His name."
"It's a wonder you haven't gone soft, though, with all that kneeling and prayer," Hawke pushed, still eating him up with her eyes.
"I've got a daily routine I follow. Would you care to watch me as I run through my workout?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, I think I would." Hawke said with a mischievous grin. The thought of getting her own workout just watching him caused her belly to tighten.
Protection & Control
Characters: Cullen, Bethany, and f!Hawke
Words: 143
Rating: G
Cullen directed his newest charge into the Gallows, ignoring the raised brows he encountered from those they passed. He registered her name with the clerk, a tranquil woman who would have been attractive if not for her soulless eyes.
The mage beside him walked with slumped shoulders, a defeated demeanor he'd seen time and time again from those who'd been rounded up after tasting freedom.
She'd taken nothing with her, silent and excepting, the very opposite of her wailing mother and the fierce eyes her older sister had flashed his way.
"This is only temporary, templar," she'd said.
"For her sake, you'd better hope that isn't the case," he'd returned.
The mage had been compliant, following Cullen without fuss or complaint. Her sister, however, had needed to be restrained. They were deceptive, outward appearances. Who was the danger and who were they protecting?
Cover me
Pairing: f!Surana/Nathaniel Howe
Words: 149
Rating: G
The two words the Warden-Commander uses the most with Nathaniel. They compliment each other in combat, him laying circles of arrows between her and anything that should choose to charge while she casts, her small frame bowing, hands above her head as she rains fireballs down upon those he's stunned with flasks of smoke and poison.
She says them as they rush packs of 'spawn, as they run head on into dragons and ogres.
She says them as she enters a room packed with nobles, still so inexperienced with the intrigue of fancy dresses and dictating policy.
She says them, her small hand gripping his, before she steps forward to greet Ferelden's King, who stares back at her intensely, even as she avoids meeting his eyes.
But the best is when she says them as she lays back, gripping his leathers in a fist, her hot mouth seeking his.
Bread and butter
Characters: f!Cousland & Carver
Words: 157
Rating: G
A/N: A sequel to Insomnia by tersa.
They started bumping into each other almost every night. Shared nightmares falling into hilarity as Carver began to feel the beginnings of other side effects from the joining. Most often she'd find him hunting for bread, scraps from the evening meal, anything to assuage his hunger.
"I'm starving to death. Really. My belly feels like it's eating me up from the inside," he complained, his voice ringing with the truth of it.
There weren't a lot of new recruits at the moment, so he would have faced the changes alone, but she was happy to be there for him. She smiled through wistful thoughts of the man who'd helped her through her own time.
She liked to have things waiting for him, a cluster of grapes, rolls with butter and fresh preserves. His enthusiasm was infectious, his exclamations of grateful surprise at such simple gestures, his happiness attesting to the treasure he thought each offering to be.
But the shoes!
Pairing: f!Hawke/Fenris
Words: 176
Rating: G
Hawke had found these amazing boots (along with an interesting recipe for an aphrodisiac potion) at the Black Emporium today that left her toes bare. Embracing her inner elf, she'd thought them just the thing, not even stopping to mark the cost (which happened to be dear). Getting used to the fit might take some time, and avoiding all those sharp rocks and the hot pavement would require skill to master, but she was absolutely up for the challenge.
They gathered 'round the table at an inn that evening, and a thrill shot through her as she discovered an interesting perk to her new footwear. Sliding bare toes up Fenris's shin under the table, she grinned wickedly as he shot a questioning glance her way. Her foot coasted down, rubbing against his, feeling his toes curl as she wrapped hers around them. Her blood began to heat and her breath quickened at the sensation of bare skin on lyrium-runed skin.
If ever there'd been a man born to play footsie with, the magical-fisting elf was he.