feckless_muse: (demony)
 

Griffins and Chantry Mice

by *asheraa

Title: Improbable Romance
Series: Of Dragons, Griffins and Chantry Mice
Rating: T

Teagan sat on the bench in the lavish garden rubbing his temples. The tinkle of the fountain helped to soothe his ravaged nerves. His mind drifted to the thought that he might just have to go drown himself in that fountain if the woman next to him did not shut up soon.

From the corner of his eye saw a flash of platinum blonde hair and looked up, his breath hitching in his throat. Amell? No, not Amell, Hawk he reminded himself. The resemblance really was uncanny.  Same moontouched hair, same pale gray eyes, Maker help him they even had the same incredible pouty lips. 

He gave her a tight smile as she approached him with her elven friend. Hawk smiled her incredible smile, so like her cousin's, and greeted him warmly. He stood and started to ask her weather she was here for the hunt or if some other task brought the Champion to this far flung locale, when Isolde started to mutter to him and pull on his sleeve. Dulcie? What? He couldn't concentrate on anything Hawk and her companion were saying. He turned to Isolde for a moment and when he turned back the two women had gone. 

He sat back down on the bench with a resigned sigh. The woman next to him continued to prattle about something or other he just HAD to tell to someone or other. 

His eyes wandered over the crowd as his mind drifted back to Redcliffe almost a decade earlier. Another silver haired mage. A harder time, a harsher place. A woman who in the midst of the Void on earth managed to bring a little spark of hope, a little smolder of passion to his beleaguered heart. If only he'd had the courage to ignore what was expected of him and persue...

"Teaaaaagaaaaan..."

The man in question cringed and asked himself for the hundredth time why in the name of the Maker's sweet fluffy pink bedsocks he agreed to bring this shrieking harpy of a woman with him.  On second thoughts, sticking his head into the cage of that Wyvern over there...

"Yes Isolde, I till tell him. In due time."

He sighed again. Why was he always expected to be the responsible one, the one who fixed the problems, righted the wrongs, sacrificed his own desires for the greater good. Just once he wanted to do something purely for himself. Would that truly be so wrong?

His eyes drifted back over to the Champion, talking animatedly with the Elf woman, and... were they stealing coins from the guests? He barely stifled a laugh. Maker, she and her cousin really were alike!

He wondered what it might be like to have a proper conversation with Hawk, weather she would have the dry wit of Amell, or would she have a more bubbly feminine personality. He knew that either way she laughed readily. She had worn a permanent cocky grin on both occasions that he had the pleasure of speaking with her. 

He would bet a generous sum that despite the fine clothing she wore, her hands would be strong and calloused. She walked with the grace of a seasoned warrior who was capable of using that staff she carried to defend herself as competently as she used her magic.

He wondered what her accent would sound like when she spoke Arcarnum while casting her spells. He wondered how many people here even guessed that an apostate walked among them. She exuded such captivating personality that one completely overlooked what she really was. 

Watching her long hair stir and flutter in the breeze as she tossed the stolen coins into the fountain, he wondered what that it would feel like for those spun silver strands to slide through his fingers...

"TEEEaagaaaan!!"

"What? Where? Huh?" He stammered shaking his head to clear his thoughts. 

"When are you going to tell hiiiim? Oh and you simply MUST tell him about the skeletons Teaaagaaaan!!" Isolde started crying prettily yet noisily as only the very spoiled and the very rich can.

Teagan's eyes stopped in their tracks mid roll. Did Amell just wink at him? He stared at her blankly, as the ache in his head pounded even harder. Maker take it, now Isolde was sniffing at him. He reached into his pocket to find a handkerchief. As his hand closed around the fabric, he felt a small piece of folded parchment. Absently handing the square of fabric to the crying woman, he took out the paper and unfolded it. 

    "My dear sweet man, should you find that your poor nerves simply cannot tolerate present company any longer, I will be more than happy to rescue you. Yours in sympathy, H."  

How in Andraste's name did Hawk get that into his pocket? He looked at the mage, who was now giggling with the elf and looking at him from under her lashes. Oh maker, she was biting her lip. Teagan suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"TEEEEEAAAGAAAAAN"

Teagan blinked. The world stopped as Isoldes indignant shriek echoed across the courtyard. Slowly he turned to the woman beside him and his mouth split into a serene smile.

"Isolde, you inconsiderate, exasperating, annoying, nug humping, void spewing, shrill little... HARRIDAN!! For the love of the Golden City, will you please SHUT UP!"

Nodding curtly to his sister in law he stood, and with a spring in his step he walked up to Hawk, spun her around and swept her into a kiss that would have made even Senechal Bran's 'date' blush. 

Teagan was vaguely aware in the back of his mind that both he and Hawk were making soft undignified little noises and he felt himself flush like a teenager. They must be making quite the spectacle of themselves.

When their lips finally parted Teagan couldn't help but grin like a fool. He leaned in to murmur against Hawks ear. 

"My dear Champion, I am in your debt." His voice wavered slightly as he whispered "I would greatly enjoy the opportunity to get to know you better. My ship is at your disposal for your return trip should you desire company... or safe passage on your way home."

Hawk smiled up at him, cheeks a charming shade of red. She shook her head as if to object.

"I have a hunch" Teagan smiled, brushing a thumb along Hawk's cheek "If you and your companions are anything like your cousin and her friends, you could use a fast ship back to Kirkwall, yes? And besides, if there is any trouble we can throw my dear sister at them as a diversion!" He waggled his eyebrows making Hawk quash a moderately unladylike snort.

Throwing a devilish wink to Hawk, he turned and sauntered over to the cheese platter, happier than he had felt in over ten years.
feckless_muse: (Default)
 27.10.2011

Prompt/title: Unexpected 2 (Of Dragons, Griffins and Chantry Mice)

Rating: T (some rough language)

Word count:633

Characters: Carver, M!Hawk, Anders, Isabela, Sebastion, mentions of others.

A/N Wow this is late, but meh, at least the block finally broke lol. I have a couple more coming, but this is all I have atm.

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Anders' back slumped in resignation as he heard Hawk's words. He had known that this might happen. Hawk and that Chantry Prince were thick as thieves, and Sebastion was never going to understand the plight of Mages. The Chant was too ingrained into his psyche and the man was far too much of a "momma's boy" to think for himself. If he called for blood to avenge the Grand Cleric, Hawk would supply it.  

Hawk accepted Sebastian's dagger and walked up behind Anders. 

The mage took a deep breath and held it, waiting for the blade to pierce him. Typical that his closest friend, who was a mage himself, would opt for a rogues weapon to do the deed. Or perhaps he would give the bratty archer the honors after all, and an arrow would do the piercing instead. Didn't THAT thought make his head swim.

Or maybe it was lack of oxygen. He expelled the breath in a rush, wondering what was taking so long. He heard Isabella make a tutting sound, and finally turned around to face the angry group behind him. He steeled himself and turned to see...

A gigantic sword drawing just the slightest trickle of blood as it rested gently at Hawk's throat.

Huh?

Anders vision swam a little as his mind tried to catch up to his eyes. He vaguely registered the sound of Hawk's staff hitting the ground as he slid his gaze over to Sebastion. The nug loving tosser had a blade pressed to his groin even as a rather bountiful bosom wrapped in white cloth was being pressed to his face. The frigid git looked as if his head may explode.

Wait, what?

Anders let out a slightly hysterical giggle.

He looked to the other person in the group who would likely want to see him dead, to discover Alistair with his boot planted squarely in the elf's tattooed back, and his shield lodged at the base of his neck.

Anders giggled again.

Deciding he was going slightly mad, the mage stood and turned to face the group of people who were currently pointing too many weapons at each other. Just behind the group he spotted... was that Amell?!?. The Warden Commander was happily chatting with Knight Captain Cullen, and gesturing wildly with a huge shit eating grin on her face. Wait, was Cullen... Blushing? And... Smirking?? Was he even capable of smirking?

Anders' poor brain, unable to take any more weirdness, forced his eyes back to the immediate issue at hand, namely the man who was about to kill him.

"Anders, are you alright brother?" Carver asked in a serious voice.

"Carver what the bloody hell!" Hawk sputtered, looking fit to kill the younger man.

"Don't. You. Dare. This man saved my LIFE!!" Bellowed Carver. "What would Father think? Andraste's perky tits, you are A MAGE!. Would you stab Bethany in the back as well if she has survived the blight?"

"But, I..."

"No! You don't get to be surprised, OR pissed off, you amazing shitheel. You get to show some integrity for once and fight for the damned cause that you and father rammed down my throat for the past 27 years." Carver slowly lowered the massive sword from Hawke's throat and sniffed.

"But I..." Hawk was looking nervously at Sebastion for guidance only to realise that his friend was currently suffocating in cleavage, as Isabela laughed and prodded his thigh with her extremely sharp dagger. He looked back to Carver and gulped.

"No buts, you will apologise to my fellow Grey Warden here for threatening his life, and then you will go and discuss strategy with the Knight Captain and the Hero over there. Oh and when this is over, we are going to have a long chat about loyalty."

To the horrified fascination of all present, Hawk swallowed convulsively, nodded and wandered away to do as he was told.

As the tension dissipated, Varric sauntered over to Anders and clapped him on the back.

"You still with us Blondie?"

"Um... Yeah... That was just... unexpected."

"No shit, even I couldn't have planned that..."

 

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