Griffins and Chantry Miceby *asheraa
Title: What A View
For Tuesday Promptfest on LJ
Could be considered nsfw-ish I guess...
It was mid afternoon on a particularly hot Kirkwall day when Hawk rounded the bend of a trail off the wounded coast. Humming to herself, she ducked down a well hidden game trail and entered a small grove near the edge of a cliff. Below was a small pond of ice cold, crystal clear water, little more than a rock pool. What interested Hawk though, was the miniature waterfall above it. Water from a spring filtered through the sandy soil and emerged just below the lip of the cliff that jutted out over the pool. It was the coolest, cleanest water you could find in a dozen square miles. Just the thing for a band of thirsty do gooders out on yet another quest to save the known world from certain destruction, or in this case a lack of herbs.
While hawk waited for the rest of her party to catch up, she took off her boots and sat on the ledge. She lay back on the rocky ground and dangled her feet over the side, letting the water from the spring trickle over her calves and the heels of her bare feet. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of her face and the cool water on her feet until she started to doze off.
It took her a few minutes to realize that she was being lulled to sleep by an achingly beautiful male voice that was softly singing the Chant somewhere in the small cove below her. She quietly lifted her legs up from the edge of the cliff and swung around until she was laying with her head and chest dangling over the edge, craning her neck to see who that hypnotic voice belonged to.
Carefully she shuffled over until she had a good view of the pond below, past the scraggly brush
that was growing out of the side of the cliff face. It wasn't a long drop to the ground below, only about 40ft, but if she fell and missed the pond, she would land on jagged rocks that had fallen from the ledge
that she was currently dangling over.
Bracing a shoulder on the trunk of a particularly stocky shrub, she leaned out a little further, and nearly lost her balance from shock when she finally saw the body that went with that voice. She stuck a leg out behind her for balance and lay there speechless.
The beautiful deep melody halted momentarily as the singer ducked under the water and swam a few
leisurely laps of the small pond, long muscular arms making short work of the task. Hawk's mouth dropped open as she watched the play of sunlight and water over lean muscle.
A soft thud next to her alerted Hawk to the arrival of one of her companions, and someone grabbed her hip pulling her balance back to the safe side of the ledge.
"Makers blue balls Hawk, what are you doooo..." Isabela griped followed by a reverent whisper, "Andraste's frozen nipple clamps, that is a goooorgeous view!" The pirate sighed and slid down onto the ground next to Hawk so she too could get a better look at the living work of art that was splashing around below.
Said work of art was now standing up in the pool, once again singing quietly. Short cropped strawberry blond hair sprayed a rainbow of water droplets as it shook back and forth. Fine chiseled cheeks and full lips graced a lightly bronzed face that was tipped back to bask in the afternoon sun. A sliver of pink slipped between those lips to catch a droplet of water.
"Aaaabout those holy nipple clamps... Is that...?" whispered Isabela quietly in an uncharacteristic display of forethought.
"Oh yes, it's him... and yes they are pierced..." muttered Hawk with an audible gulp. "Who'd have thought it."
"Issy, where are you? Did you find Hawk? What are you two doing?"
"Shhhhh!" Both women whispered in unison, not looking up. Isabela waved Merril over absentmindedly with the hand that wasn't holding Hawk back from falling off the edge.
"Ooh is this a game?" Whispered Merril sliding in next to the other women on the ledge. "what are you doing, did I miss something... ooooh isn't he preeetty..."
In the pond below, large strong hands were sliding down the back of the blond head, forcing water to run in rivulets down a long corded neck, across broad well muscled shoulders, and down a lightly tanned back that was so well defined with muscle that it could have been sculpted by some Orlesian
A fourth body shuffled up beside the three women. A crossbow nosed out over the edge of the cliff.
"What's going on ladies? Are we about to launch a daring attack on another band of Qunari? A pack of slavers perhaps?"
Varric looked at Hawk over Merril's shoulder and poked her arm when she didn't reply. Hawk's response was to gently reach across and turn Varric's head to face the scene below.
"And I thought the sight of three shapely asses sticking up in the air was quite the view!" chuckled the dwarf under his breath. "Makers cross dressing uncle, is that...?"
"uh huh" Was the soft chorus of replies.
Eventually the man below dried off and donned his armor once more, Sword strapped to back, skirts and armor neatly and firmly in place. A wistful look crossed his handsome face before he turned and strode off towards the trail back to Kirkwall.
After he was safely out of earshot, Varric and Isabella leaped to their feet, chattering excitedly.
"So Rivaini, Friend Fiction?"
"Of Course! Title?"
"Oh it has to be something catchy, something that really grabs the eye!"
"Sunkissed in Kirkwall?" The pirate shook her head.
"Worked Up on the Wounded Coast?" Varric laughed shaking his head as well.
"Gold in the Gallows? Oh how about The Pierced Priest?" added Merril.
"You better watch out Rivaini, Daisy here is starting to give you a run for your money!" laughed Varric
"I was thinking Tasty Templars!" Chimed in Hawk, chuckling uncontrollably.
Laughing they headed back to the Hanged man, quest to find herbs forgotten. They would give Sol what they had and pick up the rest later on. Sometimes there were simply more important things to do.
Besides, thought Hawk, she would need a good stiff drink before she would be able to venture into the gallows without seeing those little golden rings and water drenched muscles in the back of her mind. Or maybe a LOT of drinks...
As always, Bioware owns all, I just play with it in strange and disturbing ways.
Prompt/title: Unexpected 2 (Of Dragons, Griffins and Chantry Mice)
Rating: T (some rough language)
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.
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.
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.
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?"
"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..."
Collection: Of Dragons, Gryphons and Chantry Mice
Word Count: 417
“Come on Varric, we don't have all day!”
Hawk shuffled her feet impatiently and scowled at the dwarf, a look of barely contained impatience on her face.
“Almost got it, I know I can get this, it's not even an advanced lock! Really, even Merril could unlock it!” Varric muttered an uncharacteristic bead of sweat sliding down his forehead.
“Oh sweet thing, that's what you said three picks ago.” Isabela drawled, smirking “Perhaps you could let me try and coax those tumblers into sweet submission.”
“Easy as p...” The sound of another of the dwarf's treasured lockpicks snapping cut him off.
“Andraste's ASS! This is so frustrating!” Varric took a deep breath counting to ten “No Rivaini, I'll get it. If I give up now what will Bianca think?” Varric batted the pirates nimble fingers out of the way and sighed pulling out another pick from his rapidly dwindling supply.
“VARRIC! You hear those clumping noises below us? That's the sound of impending doom running up the stairs to kill us, come on! Let Izzy have a go!” Hawk squeaked in a frantic whisper.
“No Hawk, It's a matter of pride, I WILL conquer this fiendishly brilliant device!” He rolled over on his back looking disturbingly like the description of Sir Pounce a lot Anders was telling the gang about over a game of Wicked Grace the previous evening, and started batting at the padlock.
“Um, Varric, didn't you say even I could open it?” Asked Merril, sounding peevish yet confused as only Merril can. Varric grunted and continued to bat at the lock.
The clumping of heavy plate boots was beginning to sound disturbingly loud to Hawk.
Hawk was about to physically drag Varric away by his gloriously abundant chest hair when Merril whispered something to Isabela. The pirate smirked and sauntered over to the dwarf, planting herself squarely on his lap.
Varric turned bright red and sputtered. Hawk choked on the volley of expletives she was spewing.
Merril stomped over and kicked the trunk. It sprang open with a loud click.
“Varric, you were right!” Whispered Hawk, a bemused look on her face.
“Good girl Kitten, remind me I owe you a kiss and a drink when we get back to the Hanged Man!” Exclaimed Isabela grinning proudly at the now very smug elven mage.
As they tore out of the warehouse, the gang of Templars hot on their heels, the excited squeals of Hawk could be heard. “More Torn Trousers!!!”
A/N So, here be the second in the D, G&CM series taken from the prompts in dragon_age Tuesday Promptfest. More from this week's prompts forthcoming, but I need to have dinner and feed my kitty before she decides to kill me in my sleep :-D Also, please excuse the formatting, something fubared when I cut and pasted and I can't seem to fix it without retyping it all. Too tired to care atm. I'll fix it laters.