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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!!
"the testing of steel" - Morrigan/Cassandra, G
"Careful, Seeker," she says, her voice low and smooth. "They say many things of assumption."
She wore a lavish gown in Halamshiral, but it hid far more than these homespun rags reveal. A witch of the wilds, Leliana said, but Cassandra knows the legend well enough afford it caution. The death of wild men and the laws that followed them. Cassandra has set fire to the veins of lesser mages.
"Morrigan," she says. "You followed the Hero of Ferelden once."
"How well you know your tales," Morrigan replies, her voice mocking, her smile sharp. She picks her way around rubble and candles, sweeping as if still wearing skirts, not quite toward Cassandra but in her orbit, so Cassandra must turn to watch her. "Have you heard the tales they whisper in the night, I wonder? That she followed me instead?"
Leliana spoke little of that, the Warden's personal life, but Cassandra looks at her own hands, dark as the Warden's might have been, sudden as a shout against Morrigan's pale throat should it come to blows. Morrigan reaches her own hand out and takes Cassandra's, manipulating it like a puzzling artifact that could be solved by a keen enough eye.
Cassandra allows the intrusion, and will not remember later why. She says, "There is no sin in the love of a comrade," and it must sound stuffy as a chancellor. She would quote the Chant, but Morrigan might meet that with the sharp end of her tongue, and Cassandra would rather--
But Morrigan laughs, three breaths out, and drops Cassandra's hand. "Idle fancies, nothing more."
"The child?" Cassandra asks despite herself.
"Precocious," Morrigan replies. "Some tales are nothing more, no matter the ambiance."
But she is here in the chapel, and the night was empty before. Wherever she might have thought to find Cassandra, she need not have searched at this hour, so surely, surely, she must have some cause other than torment.
"But the Warden lived," Cassandra says. "And that still does not explain why you have come here."
"A witch comes and goes as she will." Morrigan's smile returns, slow, teeth sheathed yet. "I did not come to tell tales."
"But you have tales to tell."
A flash of motion is Morrigan grasping Cassandra's hand again, raising it to her red lips to press them together in an approximation of a kiss. She leans in again, mouth ghosting against the ridges of Cassandra's ear. "You'll not have them from me so easily," she says, and she laughs.
The flapping of raven's wings. Another heartbeat, and Cassandra stands in the chapel alone as before.
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