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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!!
f!Cousland/Zevran
Re: f!Cousland/Zevran
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 04:07 am (UTC)(link)He's my friend. He stopped the Archdemon with me.
He's the most loyal blade a woman could ever have, let alone a queen.
He's my Antivan translator. He's my dancing teacher, and there is no dance more graceful than one that involves daggers and death. He's the one that makes me laugh, leaning over the back of the throne as though my seat here was only at his will. He's the one that orders horses from the stables after a long day inside, flying over the fields ahead of me straight as any crow.
These are the answers she gives to the King, to the Antivan ambassadors, to the teryns and knights and arls who are all jealous of a knife-ear's privileged place at the side of a queen. His smile is lopsided as she deflects their curiosity, the crinkles at his mouth not quite reaching his eyes, which are cold and watchful for any threat. His fingers brush the hilts of his knives, polished lovingly smooth, when they ask the question.
"What is this Antivan elf to you, Your Majesty?"
In the dark corners of the palace those same fingers brush the skin at the hollow of her throat. When the moon is high in the sky and the only creatures watching are the cats, his kisses are not gentle pecks to her hand, but violent and needful against her lips. She grabs fistfuls of his hair and he cups her face in his palms, running his thumbs over the scars on her cheeks. His kisses are the secret she hugs to herself during the day, the memory burning on her mouth when they ask the question, "what is Zevran to you?"
"I'm your little indulgence," he whispers in low Antivan, and somehow it is the only answer that makes any sense.
Re: f!Cousland/Zevran
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 09:06 am (UTC)(link)