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Dragon Age Kiss Battle! 2015 edition
Welcome to the 2015 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. .
- Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!
- There is no limit to the number of prompts or responses you can post.
- Prompts from all Dragon Age canons and tie-ins are welcome, including DA:I. There is no rule against spoilers in prompts, but please do your best to be considerate. If a prompt response includes significant Inquisition spoilers, make sure to note it in the subject line. Readers should be aware that there may be spoilers in prompts as well as responses.
- Crossovers and AUs are welcome!
- 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!!
Cullen/Shale
Not a Statue
Cullen forced his mouth shut, swallowed hard, rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes and looked again. "It's a statue. The statue from the middle of Honnleath village square," he said, disbelief in his voice. "I used to play on that statue. How is it here?"
"She, Commander," Leliana had silently joined them. "Shale is a she, and a former member of the Inquisitor's House, hundreds of years ago."
Cullen swung his gaze from the statue (talking animatedly with the Inquisitor) to Leliana and back again. "But statues don't move," he said, sounding plaintive.
Leliana chuckled. "With all the unbelievable things you've seen in your life, Commander, is a statue - a golem - that walks and talks and is our Inquisitor's great-great-I-don't-know-how-many-times-great-grand-aunt truly the least believable? Personally, I would have expected you to have more trouble believing a Dwarf to be Andraste's Herald," she said with a small, wry smile.
"Golem. I - I remember First Enchanter Irving talking about golems, once. In a history lesson. I - oh, Maker, I used to climb all over her!" Cullen's face turned bloodless, except for the telltale pinkness of mortification around his ears.
His exclamation had caught Shale's attention, and the golem strode over to the three advisors. She held out a massive stone hand to Josephine, who shook it as delicately as she would the most important Orlesian noblewoman. Shale greeted Leliana with, "I simply must tell you about the shoes I saw-" but interrupted herself when she caught sight of Cullen attempting to be unobtrusive, and still clanking in his armour.
"I remember it- you from the damnable green. You chased the pigeons. You cleaned their muck off my face. You-"
"Cullen Stanton Rutherford," Cullen managed not to stumble over his own name. "I - I never knew you were a-alive. I feel as though I ought to apologise for using you as a climbing frame when I was a lad," he added, rubbing the back of his neck, and blushing.
Somehow, and Cullen wasn't sure how, given that her face was stone and therefore expressionless, Shale looked delighted. "It- you, I keep forgetting that squishy beings prefer personal pronouns, sorry, - you were my first kiss!"
Leliana clapped a hand over her mouth, but that didn't hide her delighted laughter, while Josephine snorted and giggled madly, complaining about her watering eyes spoiling her makeup.
"There was a story. A - a fable," Cullen protested, "that true love's kiss would waken the beautiful maiden from her stone slumber. At midsummer. I - I was elected to hang the bunting. It was a dare," he hissed at his fellow advisors.
"I wouldn't mind if it tried again," Shale said, somehow managing to sound coy and - pun not intended - gravelly at the same time.
At that moment, Cullen was suddenly very aware of how public they were, and how many heads were turned in their direction. Varric was writing as fast as he could, leaning against the Inquisitor's throne. Cullen turned once more to the statue - the golem - Shale, he corrected himself, and bowed, extending a hand towards her. Shale placed her massive stone hand atop his open hand (someone had taught her about romance, it seemed) and he kissed her knuckle, like a knight-errant of old (or at least where he approximated her knuckle should be).
The room behind him began to slowly clap, a chant of kiss, kiss, kiss beginning while Cullen fumbled for a footstool or crate to stand on. Shale leaned forward, Cullen wrapped his arms about her neck, and, much as he had as a lad, leaned in and kissed the golem's lipless mouth. THe golem remained a creature of stone, but the room erupted in cheers anyway.
"You just tell me if the birds bother you," he murmured quietly, and Shale shook beneath him in a quiet laugh. "And, for the record, that one was not a dare."
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I do love my crack!ship pairings :P