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re: bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon for Solona/Cullen
pixelatrix said: ow my feels.
feylen said: That headcanon escalated quickly T^T *gross sobbing*
missmeggo929 said: Hello there wistfulness
Yeah...I think this is what keeps me from writing It Might Have Been. I would just sit at my computer weeping....
But it's a good pain. Very cathartic.
re: shirtless Anders drabble tease
missmeggo929 said: teeeeeeeeeeeeease
berlinaaa said: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
feylen said: whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat
delazeur said: Aahhhhh. It’s good a pain though. Makes us stronger.
This post seems to have produced a surfeit of vowels....
It's still Jin's fault. I honestly hadn't thought of it until she drew that picture....
It has filled me with ideas, so thank you Jin!
re: a kiss for show
feylen said: Uh! Me likey ♥ These kiss prompts were all really purrfect~
aura890 said: Right. There wasn’t a person alive who could pull off that line Haha Clever! I loved this perfect!
missmeggo929 said: Damn….
I'm having a lot of fun with these kiss prompts...
And aura890 I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this one. First I was blocked on what to write, and then I thought of this, and my company made it impossible for me to sit down and write it.
and missmeggo, that's damn in the good way, right? ;)
As a birthday present to myself I commissioned the wonderfully talented feylen to draw Sebastian and Annie Hawke going to the Chantry Foundation's Summerday Ball (which happens in a later chapter). She was kind enough to make two bonus sketches as well.
re: an accidental kiss Annie/Anders
delazeur said: Guh stahp. You killed me. Your unrequited Anders makes me die of feels. And longing. And feels.
feylen said: I love you so much, the story was perfect! Now I can sleep with this fuzzy warm feeling I get when reading your stories ¦3
Sometimes I think I write all these angsty unrequited Anders as a passive aggressive way of dealing with his breaking my heart my very first playthrough of DAII when I literally sat there staring at the screen in disbelief thinking "oh my god, you did it, you said you would do it and you did it you actually broke my heart"
My line between reality and videogames was rather thin at that moment.
Someday I'm going to write a nice happy (for Anders) story where he and Hawke are blissful and save the world.
That day is not today.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I discovered drunk Annie is as fun to write as drunk Anabel.
Can I request "21 accidental kiss" with Annie and Anders from HA? I'm such a huge fan of your A/A relationship *happy sigh*
Takes place about a year after Anders moves into the apartment.
“You have pretty lips. Especially the lower one. It’s just asking to be sucked on you know.” Annie reached up with both hands, stroking the sides of his face.
“Is it?” He asked trying to hold her upright and dig for his keys at the same time. He finally found them and brushed her hands away from his face.
“Oh yes. Like a pacifier. Like a living, pouty, wet pacifier.”
“Oh, that sounds attractive.” He said dryly. Really the last thing he had needed at the end of a particularly trying double shift was to come back, hear a lot of hooting and hollering from the Hanged Man, look in the window to see what was going on and see Annie, dressed in jeans and a halter top dancing on top of the bar with Isabela. He’d gone in, discovered she was absolutely shitfaced, something about quitting her job or losing her job, and drinking to celebrate or to drink her worries away. He’d realized quickly if he wanted a coherent version of the story it would have to wait until morning. He’d pried the tequila bottle out of her hand and passed it to Carver, who seemed to find the whole thing hilarious.
“Hey, we’re upstairs.”
“Well done, Sherlock.” He could almost excuse Carver who was barely out of his teens, but Isabela didn’t have that excuse. She was old enough to know better than to encourage it. He’d definitely be having a talk with Isabela tomorrow. He glanced back at Annie.
She was giving him a reproachful look. “You get really sarcastic when you’re drunk.”
He finally gotten the door unlocked. “I’m not drunk. You are.”
She frowned. “Oh. Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.” He pushed open the door. Unfortunately she was leaning against it and fell right on her bottom with an impressively loud thunk.
“Shit. Are you all right?” He crouched down next to her.
She blinked and looked around. “I’m on the floor.”
“Yes. Sorry about that.”
“S’okay.”
He reached down a hand to pull her to her feet. She stared at it for a moment and then looked up at him. Not at his eyes he realized. At his lips. His lower lip, specifically.
He had only a second to realize what she was about to do before she’d grabbed his face in her hands and latched on to his lower lip, sucking gently.
Of course the movement put that amazingly full upper lip in his mouth. He could taste the tequila and the lime from the shots she’d been doing, and underneath that …. her.
She tasted amazing.
With a willpower he didn’t know he possessed he somehow resisted the urge to return the favor and tug on her lip.
She pulled back, still sucking lightly and released his lip with a soft pop. “See? Wasn’t that nice?”
He didn’t –couldn’t answer her.
When he didn’t answer she frowned. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” She reached out and stroked his face again, as if trying to reassure herself. “It was an accident.” She kept stroking, but her hand drifted so that she was mostly stroking his nose now.
He couldn’t help smiling. Maker, she was drunk. “An accident?”
She scowled at him. “Like you never have accidents.”
He pulled her to her feet and managed to get her up to her bedroom before she passed out on one of the two beds she had pushed together. He lay down on the other bed watching her for a while before he too fell asleep.
He was entirely unsurprised when he woke to the sounds of her retching in the bathroom. She’d been in enough of a hurry that she hadn’t closed the door and he quickly crossed behind her and held back her hair as she retched again. When she stopped, he went up on his knees and filled a glass with water from the tap and handed it to her. “Rinse your mouth out.”
She did as he ordered, and when she finished, he was there with a damp cold wash cloth wiping her face, and the back of her neck.
She gave him a small smile. “You’re awfully nice to me.” She said, and her voice sounded feeble even to her.
He smiled. “I don’t plan on making a habit of it if you keep getting this drunk.”
She shuddered at the thought. “I think I’ll abstain for a while. I’m not sure being drunk suits me.” She tried to remember getting home. No. It was a complete blank. She found herself staring at his mouth, though she wasn’t quite sure why. She frowned and looked up to find him watching her with an almost wary expression. “I didn’t do anything embarrassing last night, did I?”
For a moment she could have sworn he looked disappointed, and then he gave her a rueful smile. “No.” He assured her. “Not even accidentally.”
feylen said: You really considering writing an Amell/Cullen story? Oh be still my heart *sighs* But I feel you~I want to draw tons of stuff and then I find myself surfing/tumblring ^_^” But since no one is pushing us around with deadlines, let’s enjoy ourselves!
I loved the little glimpse of the Cullen/mage story that you got in Dragon Origins. I've actually posted some photo references on my tumblr (they're all tagged "It Might Have Been". It's Cullen from ATMB and Anabel's cousin Solona, who in this retelling is a mage very much like Wynne and Irving, who believes in the Circle, so much so that when Duncan comes looking for recruits Irving deliberately doesn't mention Solona, because the next generation of mages needs a strong mage who believes in the Circle. He's grooming her to eventually be First Enchanter. She and Cullen have been in love for years, but because he's a devoted Templar, and she a devoted Circle mage they have never acted on it.
And then Uldred pulls his little stunt.
My headcanon on the Broken Circle is that there are several weeks between Uldred's being taken over by a demon and the Warden (in this case Nell) showing up and killing him. Solona and Cullen spend it together, trying to fight, then trying to hide, and eventually having to fight/defend themselves when they are discovered. As I've mentioned in ATMB, she doesn't survive, which is part of what sends Cullen over the edge and results in his transfer to Kirkwall.
Not that I've thought about it all.
delazeur said: I love this. I love them. Thank you for writing something that makes me grin like an idiot.
feylen said: I love Carver, he is like a big hunky mother hen constantly watching over his sister! And out of curiosity I visited Alec Newman’s hp and the first commercial for his voice example is from BMW..now Seb is doing commercials for BMW in my head *laughs*
Aww...Thank you so much.
I have so much fun writing this one....somewhere in the back of my head I imagine it being the same Dragon Age universe that All That Might Be takes place in and all the Happy Accident characters are reincarnations of themselves.
And then I overthink that too much and start to get a bit of a headache. It is nice to be able to write them all with less angst and misery. Dragon Age Lite.
I think in this one Carver's not quite as consciously overprotective of Annie as ATMB Carver is of Anabel. Of course Annie doesn't get into quite as many dangerous and life threatening situations as Anabel, just accidentally dating married men, and driving poorly, but you just know that if anything threatened her or if anyone hurt her he would be right there ready to tear it/them to pieces in her defense. I have to go to Alec Newman's site and listen to his voiceovers now. If I had known he did BMW voiceovers I might have given Sebastian a BMW to drive....
