![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
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!!
Re: Cassandra/Cullen
Dragon Age: Inquisition, mild spoilers for the beginning of the game
#
Cassandra's long strides ate the distance swiftly, and every time her pacing brought her to one of the room's walls, she scowled at it and made a faintly disgusted noise under her breath, as though she could not believe it dared exist to impede her frustrated path. Under other circumstances, this noise might have made Cullen chuckle; he was fairly certain she had no idea how often she uttered it. Now, however, was not the time for laughter. The Conclave was no more; the Temple of Sacred Ashes was in ruins; the Divine was dead; and the only clue they had about any of it lay in a deep slumber they might never wake from, hand pulsing with green fire echoing the great tear in the sky above.
The next time Cassandra came face to face with the wall, her hand clenched into a fist as though she meant to strike the stones down, and Cullen cleared his throat, no less insistent for being gentle. "Seeker," he said. The emphasis on her position brought her around to face him instead of the wall. Her fingers did not relax. Spots of color burned high on her cheekbones, and her eyes flashed with irritated fire.
"What?"
"Breaking your hand won't give us answers."
With narrowed eyes and thinned lips and a slight flare of her nostrils, she took a step toward him. "You think me so foolish?"
"No," he said. "I think you frustrated. Angry. Grieving."
"I am fine."
He arched a brow in reply, and she tossed her head, huffing her irritated noise once more. Her hands released and clenched, released and clenched. Knowing the risk, he lunged out and grabbed them, cradling her fists in his larger hands. He said, "Do you remember what you told me, the day I was mad with withdrawal and begged you to kill me?"
He saw her jaw clench at the memory--he hardly blamed her; the sudden twisting sickness in his gut reminded him how close he'd come to giving up--but her fingers began to uncurl and her shoulders relaxed slightly. "I said, 'This is one day. Tomorrow will be another. Pull yourself together. You are stronger than this.'"
Even with the world going to the Void all around them, he did allow himself a smile at this. "Seeker. Cassandra. This is one day. Tomorrow will be another. Pull yourself together. You are stronger than this."
She snorted, tossing her head, but her palms touched his now, and her fingers curled loosely around his wrists. It was a bit of foolishness, perhaps--speaking of fools--but he lifted her right hand and bent his head, pressing a swift kiss to the back of her hand before he could think better of it, or convince himself how bad an idea it was.
She wore no gloves; her skin against his lips was unbearably soft. When he lifted his eyes, her expression echoed that softness, tinged ever so slightly with surprise. "Cullen," she said, lingering on each letter as though his name were unfamiliar to her, as if she hadn't spoken it a hundred thousand times. She'd never spoken it like this, though. Her cheeks were still pink; he felt his own heat in answer.
"You are the strongest person I know," Cullen said softly, straightening again. He loosened his hands in case she wanted to flee. She did not. "If anyone can lead us out of this madness, it's you."
She sighed, fingers squeezing him so briefly he thought he might have imagined the pressure. "Then we will hope your faith in me is justified."
A knock interrupted them, and Leliana entered without waiting for an invitation. Cassandra pulled her hands away and turned on her heel, all softness vanished as though it had never been. "The prisoner?" Cassandra asked.
"No change. I've had a message from the forward camp. More rifts."
"I'll go myself." Cullen nodded to each in turn. He paused in the doorway, though, and met Cassandra's eyes. "It is," he said. "You've proven that already."
She inclined her head, but not before he saw the ghost of a hard-won smile cross her lips.
Re: Cassandra/Cullen
Re: Cassandra/Cullen
Re: Cassandra/Cullen