A fool of fools
Title: A fool of fools
Summary: Morrigan muses over the fools she surrounds herself with, and is very much disappointed.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 297
Notes: Another drabble from my soft and squishy 'verse. Character profile will be up soon, for now have some Morrigan ;)
Morrigan had to wonder who the biggest fool was, usually she’d have no doubt that the role easily belonged to Alistair, who perpetually had a doleful look on his face in mourning. Now though she really had to wonder whether their ‘leader’ was an even greater fool.
She often had this question when a new member was recruited and pulled themselves up to the campfire.
However allowing the elven assassin into their midst was just asking for trouble. And it seemed that everyone but the small dalish elf saw that.
As it was Alistair was glaring at the assassin, as he stirred the cookpot over the fire, Leliana hid her stares as she darned a few socks. Ariane seemed unaffected as she sat cross legged across from the man, chin propped on one hand as she chatted away. Of what, Morrigan hadn’t the faintest notion.
The crow seemed unperturbed, answering her questions, deftly grinning lecherously at her every so often, making Morrigan all the more willing to throttle the man. It was very obvious the Dalish warden was inexperienced in the supposed ‘charms’ of men. However, it would be great fun to see how well the assassin would react when faced with an arrow pressed to his throat should he try anything.
Undoubtedly, Ariane was giving the imbecile the benefit of the doubt, but once he proved himself unworthy it would be far too late.
An arrow and poison would already be working their ways through his system. He’d be lucky if he
Ah, they’d finished speaking, at least it appeared so, as the red-haired Dalish got to her feet, smoothed out her leather skirt and made her way towards Sten, before turning her big green eyes on the Qunari and politely asking him about Par Vollen.
Summary: Morrigan muses over the fools she surrounds herself with, and is very much disappointed.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 297
Notes: Another drabble from my soft and squishy 'verse. Character profile will be up soon, for now have some Morrigan ;)
Morrigan had to wonder who the biggest fool was, usually she’d have no doubt that the role easily belonged to Alistair, who perpetually had a doleful look on his face in mourning. Now though she really had to wonder whether their ‘leader’ was an even greater fool.
She often had this question when a new member was recruited and pulled themselves up to the campfire.
However allowing the elven assassin into their midst was just asking for trouble. And it seemed that everyone but the small dalish elf saw that.
As it was Alistair was glaring at the assassin, as he stirred the cookpot over the fire, Leliana hid her stares as she darned a few socks. Ariane seemed unaffected as she sat cross legged across from the man, chin propped on one hand as she chatted away. Of what, Morrigan hadn’t the faintest notion.
The crow seemed unperturbed, answering her questions, deftly grinning lecherously at her every so often, making Morrigan all the more willing to throttle the man. It was very obvious the Dalish warden was inexperienced in the supposed ‘charms’ of men. However, it would be great fun to see how well the assassin would react when faced with an arrow pressed to his throat should he try anything.
Undoubtedly, Ariane was giving the imbecile the benefit of the doubt, but once he proved himself unworthy it would be far too late.
An arrow and poison would already be working their ways through his system. He’d be lucky if he
Ah, they’d finished speaking, at least it appeared so, as the red-haired Dalish got to her feet, smoothed out her leather skirt and made her way towards Sten, before turning her big green eyes on the Qunari and politely asking him about Par Vollen.