I wrote cutscenes as they would appear in-game were Barris a potential love interest. For all the Barris fans out there. More coming with every reblog.
Positioned before the stables are a gaggle of children, each of them ranging in age from nearly 13 to a tender 4. The Inquisitor is drawn to the kids all saluting a fist to their tiny chests in honor of the man standing with back straight, head high before them.
“What do we do if we spot a dragon in the sky?” Barris asks.
“Wing the bell,” a voice pipes out from inside a too large templar helmet.
“And then…” the man leading them continues.
“We run to the stone kitchens to take up our place, Ser!” a taller boy calls, his eyes never drifting from Barris’.
Curiosity fully piqued, the Inquisitor steps into the range of the templar. “Ser Barris?” she asks softly, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“Ah, Inquisitor,” he full on blushes.
“We were…that is to say, I was attempting to teach the children preventative measures should Corypheus attempt to attack Skyhold.”
The Inquisitor pulls even closer to Ser Barris, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Is that wise? Aren’t you afraid of giving them nightmares?”
“Personally, ma'am, er…Ser.” Barris wrings his hands over the hilt at his side, his eyes closed tight in contemplation. “I know what it feels to be too young and helpless in the face of an oncoming horde of darkspawn. The fear of not knowing what to do, not having a plan to take control of the situation induces far more nightmares than knowing evil exists.”
“I had no idea,” the Inquisitor gasps, a hand resting upon the emblem on his chest as if to soothe away the pain of the Blight.
“Preparing the children, the ones who survived Haven, forming a plan for them should the worst arise, I thought it to be…” He pauses in his personal thoughts, his striking green eyes darting to the woman before him. “That is, if it’s all right with you, Inquisitor?”
She couldn’t stop the smile rising up her cheeks, the Inquisitor bobbing her head. “Yes, it’s…a good idea.”
“Ser Bawwis,” the child trapped inside of the templar helmet mewls. With a chuckle, Ser Barris drops to a knee and helps to excise the head caught inside, revealing a girl with braids scattering to her shoulders. Giggling, the girl places a quick kiss to the man’s cheek, bringing an even brighter flush to his glowing skin.
With a hand curled over her chest right above her heart, the Inquisitor muses, “So adorable.”
Barris rises to his feet, the helmet safely tucked into the crook of his arm. “They are rather cute,” he says while watching the kids fall back into line.
“Yes, the children are as well,” the Inquisitor smiles slyly.
“Ah,” Ser Barris gasps, his sight dropping to the ground while the flush grows beyond capacity. The Inquisitor fears she might have overstepped her bounds, when those green eyes rise from under his brow to stare directly into hers.
Sliding back, her cheeks starting to burn, the Inquisitor says, “I shall leave you to it then, Ser Barris.”
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