A Queer Night Out You’re reminded sharply of the little thief you helped in Val Royeaux, mostly because you can feel your entire mind screaming that this is none of your damned business. Nonetheless, your eyes and ears are drawn to the sound of raised voices. When you realize it’s coming from in front of the town’s Chantry, you’re even more curious. Heedless of the fact you’re in company at the moment, you move a…
Swordplay You freeze like a halla at the sight of the Seeker with her sword drawn. Time crawls to a stop as your mind and heart race into a careening gallop. Your aura is tamped down in your gut, something you realize immediately upon trying to gather it. An instinct; you probably woke up that way. Anytime something frightening happens, instinct has you tucking it away to safety instead of pulling it out. One day,…
Pigeons Are Fucking Idiots In retrospect, sleeping on the roof was both a great idea and a terrible one. It was great because you’re remarkably safe from prying eyes, and with Cole there to watch over you, you sleep pretty solidly through the night. You’re not sure if Solas just didn’t sleep or if he just wandered off in the opposite direction in the Fade or something, but Cole never woke you up like he…
No Man Is an Island Okay, so, of things you enjoy hearing, that’s at the very bottom, right alongside “kill them all!” and “don’t let her escape!” The wild thing is, however, that although the woman recognizes you, clearly, you actually have no clue who you’re being accosted by. Which is saying something; normally you’re pretty good with faces. “Hey, lady, wrong redhead,” Sera says with a scowl. “Her name’s not Alix Fancybritches or whatever.”…
The Elvhen God of Gay Messes You don’t sleep. Sera does, but obviously you can’t with her there. Cole doesn’t even show up, despite the fact you’d tried to use this being his tent as an excuse to chase her out earlier. Of course he wouldn’t; he could obviously tell you had company, and knowing Cole was probably just as happy as you about the situation. Probably more, since he didn’t tend to have your…
On-Again “I thought you hated me,” turns out to be the first intelligent thing you say, which in retrospect should probably have been a conversation you instigated before bringing Sera to an orgasm. “You really wanna have this conversation now?” she asks, fortunately looking amused rather than annoyed. “Y’ haven’t even had yer turn yet.” Your ‘turn’ is a very appealing concept, but that’s not a thing that’s going to happen while you’re awkwardly balanced…
Panic The last shreds of the demons are caught between Blackwall and the charging warriors. They’re gone in an instant, no match for the twin onslaught. Which just leaves a lot of eyes on you, actually, kneeling on the ground surrounded by a little pile of throwing daggers, laughing hysterically with Sera. It’s Solas voice that snaps you out of it, tense with fear. “Emma! Sera!” He’s still at a distance on his mount when…
Spooning Cole tries. He really does. The poor guy is doing his best. You’re just glaring at him every time he so much as opens his mouth in your direction. You feel bad about it, you do. It’s just that you feel bad about everything right now and you just don’t want to hear it. You also don’t want anyone to hear it. Sera is mercifully in the ahead party, but Solas and Cole are…
I Said Kiss Kiss Fall In Love Damnit That was a mistake. That was definitely a mistake. And yet you did it, and when Sera drags you in to keep doing it, you do that too, shoes slipping against slick roof tiles as you struggle to keep your balance so your hands can do other things. Her hand sliding up the back of your tunic is fire against the ice of your soaked skin. It…
Kiss Kiss Fall In Love The inn is just your average side-of-the-Imperial-Highway affair, but it might as well be a seat at the Maker’s side for how happy you are to see it. You have to stay behind the others a bit to see the mounts into the stables; it takes a bit for you to convince the stable master that you need an elven stablehand, specifically, to handle the harts. Derreck might have absolutely…