Ficklet #13
Ooooo the unlucky number... it kinda fits when you know what’s to come ;)
So, hear me out, I really fucking love Dragon Age. And you know what that means? My brain did a thing. And when it does a thing? *It does a thing.* (You should see the doc I’m working on for the au honestly...) Anyways, I present you an inquisitor Ace going to the bal at the Winter Palace in Orlais and getting into... his own sets of troubles. Enjoy!
-A
ps: ofc Sam is Orlesian I mean come on!
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Sam had warned him hours, no weeks in advances to never trust the perfidious beauty of Orlais, for it was as treacherous as the one of a poisonous rose. From the golden halls and blue salons of the Winter Palace to the humbless of cottages, the Grand Game spread like a plague, infecting the hearts of the most nobles as well as the least, tarnishing, corrupting them as they engaged in its dangerous waltz. Ace had been warned over and over again about the cutthroat nature of Orlais’ Game, but only now, as he stood surrounded by wicked eyes and wicked hearts, did he truly understand the vicious nature of Sam’s homeland.
Glancing around the room, the Inquisitor took a deep breath as he noted the countless eyes fixated on him. Now would be a poor timing for good ol’ anxiety to show up, wouldn’t it? He squeezed Sam’s hand as they pulled him a little closer, speaking under their breath.
“Stay clear of masks like mines;” they motionned to their own snake-like mask, “most members of my house would rather have you dead. Focus on Célène, she should be wearing a plain, silver one, and never take yours off, compris?”
He nodded, fingers brushing against it to be certain it wouldn’t fall off.
“Don’t sneak away for too long or they’ll notice your absence and there’s only so much some flirting can do. Oh, and one last thing…” Sam pulled him closer, wrapping their arms around his waist and leaning in for a loving kiss. “You’re dating Thedas’ best kisser, don’t get too disappointed by the others.”
“Arrête s’il-te-plaît…” he whispered, pushing out of their hold as Sam sighed.
“Ace, nobody here cares if-”
“I do.”
His lover bit their lip, nodding with a small huff. “I’ll stay in the ballroom.”
And on that, they walked away, leaving him alone in the middle of the crowd, lonely sheep in a pack of wolves. Tonight would be interesting.
