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Fic: Let's All Fall In
Sep. 27th, 2016 08:50 pmTitle: Let's All Fall In
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Dalish/Skinner, Krem, Rocky
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1300
Content Notes: hunting/canon typical violence against creatures
Summary: Even notorious hard-ass Lieutenant Krem Aclassi lets his troops stop for a midday swim once in a while. And it helps if they have Dalish's finely honed eyelash fluttering skills. Everyone seems to have lofty ideas about fashion and clothes. Rocky is magnificently annoyed. Skinner is introspective.
Author's Notes: Written for The Black Emporium 2016.
A treat for serenityfails because I like your username. Serenity frequently fails me, so I feel you.
A hundred lovely thank yous to buhne for beta-ing.
A single, soggy thank you to my partner for falling into the swamp and coming up with plants stuck on his head. Just classic.
1000 headcanons fell out of me the moment I started writing, it was magical. Ask me about the 10,000 words I want to write about their 'real' names. I dare you.
"Remind me again," Dalish says, smashing one of the stinking creatures in the face with the butt end of her non-specific-but-definitely-not-magical-weapon. "Why the Chief thought this would be the easy end of the assignment?"
"At least it's only dogs," Skinner says, stabbing the last living one as carefully as she can.
"Wargs," Krem says with a sigh, ( as though it's the fifteenth time that day he's had to say it (it is). )
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Dalish/Skinner, Krem, Rocky
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1300
Content Notes: hunting/canon typical violence against creatures
Summary: Even notorious hard-ass Lieutenant Krem Aclassi lets his troops stop for a midday swim once in a while. And it helps if they have Dalish's finely honed eyelash fluttering skills. Everyone seems to have lofty ideas about fashion and clothes. Rocky is magnificently annoyed. Skinner is introspective.
Author's Notes: Written for The Black Emporium 2016.
A treat for serenityfails because I like your username. Serenity frequently fails me, so I feel you.
A hundred lovely thank yous to buhne for beta-ing.
A single, soggy thank you to my partner for falling into the swamp and coming up with plants stuck on his head. Just classic.
1000 headcanons fell out of me the moment I started writing, it was magical. Ask me about the 10,000 words I want to write about their 'real' names. I dare you.
"Remind me again," Dalish says, smashing one of the stinking creatures in the face with the butt end of her non-specific-but-definitely-not-magical-weapon. "Why the Chief thought this would be the easy end of the assignment?"
"At least it's only dogs," Skinner says, stabbing the last living one as carefully as she can.
"Wargs," Krem says with a sigh, ( as though it's the fifteenth time that day he's had to say it (it is). )
