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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! :)
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Fergus Cousland/Anora
Confidant, Fergus/Anora, PG
The teryn listens, silent and rapt, as she lays platitudes at his feet. Her would-be fealty, her lips on the back of his hand, and ease at spinning catches him off guard, and that which she outlines at first seems almost benign.
He stops her, not short of treason, and unravels the flaw in her scheme.
“Rendon Howe murdered my parents. My wife. My son.” Fergus lets that sink in. “With your father’s blessing, need I remind you.” He pulls her hands from his shoulders, and pushes her back. “And now you ask me to take up arms against my sister?”
“Half-sister,” Anora scoffs.
“Sister,” Fergus states with certainty. “And Queen.”
“You could have been king,” Anora plies jealousy. Fergus can’t help but wonder at how deeply she believes the corruption of a human soul. “After Cailin, it should have been you. Your sister will bring this kingdom to its knees.”
In answer, he summons her escort. Anora’s façade cracks when the teryn orders them to return her to her cell.
His sister isn’t stupid, and Fergus wonders if this is why she had Anora sent to Highever in the first place. Anywhere else, Anora might have grown a seedling of support from otherwise still soil.
That same night, he relays the encounter, short and to the point, in a missive to the Denerim palace. Before he seals it, he calls to mind the last time he saw his baby sister, hardened by the Joining and the Blight, and hesitates before scrawling each word with care. What would you have me do?
Re: Confidant, Fergus/Anora, PG
Re: Confidant, Fergus/Anora, PG