Frustration

[feckless_muse]

Collection: Of Dragons, Gryphons and Chantry Mice

28/09/2011

 

Collection: Of Dragons, Gryphons and Chantry Mice

Title: Frustration

Rating: T

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.