owlmoose | Dragon Age Kiss Battle: Go!

Welcome to the 2014 Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Any kind of kiss is welcome -- het, slash, femslash; shippy, familial, gen; cheek kisses, mouth kisses, kissing of... other things; serious, fluffy, silly, or all three at once; fanfic, fanart, whatever you come up with; anything goes!

The post is now open! I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!

THE RULES:

To leave a request: Post a comment with character(s) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/character(s) in the subject line and the prompt in the body of the comment.

To respond: Reply to the prompting comment. Include characters, rating, and title in the subject line. If your response includes content relating to Dragon Age: Inquisition, please also note that in the subject line.

Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!

There is no limit to the number of prompts you can post.

Artwork can be posted inline, but try not to make it too large. Please link to images that are very large or NSFW.

Please, be kind to others regarding pairing choices, prompts, or anything else. This game is for everyone! :)

Anon commenting is on, as is OpenID, if you neither have nor want a Dreamwidth account.

Send your friends! :D

If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

When Hawke first heard the muffled sound from the main room of her cottage, she dismissed it as a bad dream and turned over, yanking the quilt up over her ears to block it out. But the noise came again, and so she sat up with a silent grumble. Next to her, Fenris stirred, but did not wake; she let him be and pulled her staff out from under the bed as she stood up. She could always rouse him at need.

Quietly, she pulled on her robe and pushed open the door, holding herself back in the shadows. There, by the banked hearth fire, a tall man stood, stooped over, warming his hands over the brazier. Hawke let the door fall closed behind her and set her staff aside. "Carver?"

He stood up straight, turned to face her, half a smile on his face. "Hello, Sister."

"What brings you here?" she asked, stepping toward him, her voice still hushed so as to not disturb Fenris. "It's been-- how many years?"

"Too many. Especially since--" Carver looked away, facing the firelight, and only then did Hawke truly see the dark circles under his eyes, his hollow cheeks, an awkwardness to his posture that suggested a wounded leg, perhaps a wrenched knee. "This is my last visit I've come to say goodbye."

Hawke's breath caught in her throat as she remembered the truth he had admitted to her, under the Vinmark Mountains, long ago. But when she spoke, her voice was calm. "So it's time?"

"Past time, really." Carver lowered his head. "I've been holding on, fighting the Call, mostly so I could get here and see you first. There's a Deep Roads entrance not far. In the morning, I'll-- go."

She nodded, swallowing around the hard lump in her throat. "Good luck."

He faced her again, his blue eyes bright -- with sorrow, with fever? "I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who should be sorry," she replied, holding out a hand to him. He took it, then enveloped her in an embrace, kissing her on top of the head.

"Don't be," he murmured. "Being a Warden makes for a short life, but it's a good one. Better than any other I could have had, really. I mean it."

She closed her eyes and leaned on her big little brother for the last time. "Goodbye," she said; he squeezed her, and then he was gone, leaving her alone with the crackle of the fire.

Beautifully done.

Dragon Age Kiss Battle: Go!

"Last Call", f!Hawke & Carver, PGish

Re: "Last Call", f!Hawke & Carver, PGish