owlmoose | Dragon Age Kiss Battle: 2013 Edition

Welcome to the 2013 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!

Update: The post is now open! The post will open to prompts and comments at approximately 9AM Pacific Time, Thursday February 7th (Click here for the time in your timezone). I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!

THE RULES:

To leave a request: Post a comment with a pairing (or moresome) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/characters 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.

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

We should have had more than this.

The distant crackle of the fire was like a song of mourning, setting up a counterpoint for the heavy thud of Loral's feet against the ground, each step taken with more reluctance. The whole clan had gathered to see him off, and though no one wept, the eyes that met his were filled with loss, with sorrow, and one pair of eyes held grief beyond bearing, a silent scream that echoed the cries of his own heart. He stopped before her, before Merrill, and his breath caught as she looked up at him, face filled with desperate longing.

He hadn't known, had never even guessed, but suddenly it all shone so clear -- the ways she had pushed at him, talked back to him, never accepted anything from him but his best... and now it was over, before it could even begin. Thanks that damned shem and his talk of taint, of darkspawn, of Blights, Loral would never have the chance to find out if he could have felt the same way about her.

Loral reached out, let his fingers rest on her cheek, and he opened his mouth to apologize, to confess, to say something, dammit, but no words came. Too many emotions, too few coherent thoughts, and so he leaned down and kissed her instead, a gentle brushing of his lips against hers. She covered his hand with hers and kissed him back, and then she pulled away.

He said nothing; there was nothing to be said. Stepping back, he lowered his head and walked away, up the hill, and silently cursed his fate in the strongest words he knew.