#amiana

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HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO READ THIS AS ANYTHING BUT GAY

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Little Amira Cousland Things

She loves her bard wife v much and tried to make her fancy orlesian crepes one day but burned them and came in looking very ashamed

She was very careful around Amethyne when she and Leliana first adopted her and when they took her up to highever for the funeral she made sure Amethyne had the space to express her grief in a healthy way

got in trouble for tracking mud into the chantry a lot as a kid

teaches sten how to make her family cream puff recipe

secretly loves bad jokes, Alistair’s joke about dancing the remigold made her laugh for the first time in weeks

her mother instructed her in forging her own sword

named her mabari ‘Shuno’ which just means ‘dog’

is tall af, outgrew her brother at 19

will eat a lemon. just a straight up lemon with nothing else.

spent as much time as possible taking care of Amethyne while she was sick, Wynne had to shoo her out since her pacing got annoying

was 1000% ready to smack Goldanna after what she said to Alistair

is a beefcake with thick af arms ok

did not realize isabela was cheating when they played wicked grace for hours, zevran was laughing hysterically in the other room

fell asleep on her mabari as a little girl

got smacked in the face with a pillow when she put her cold feet on leliana’s legs, continues to do it anyway

stone faced, also thick angry eyebrows

she got a heart of gold tho don’t let her grumpy face fool you

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Sentence prompts: 27, 41, or 45 \o/

aww thanks for the prompt friend! ╰(◕ᗜ◕)╯ Warning for some mild gore nothing too serious just casual fight stuff

27. “I never knew you could bend like that.” 

A swipe of a dagger barely misses Amira’s nose, black hair fanning out from the force of her head snapping back to avoid the blow. Her great-sword catches the next strike with a clang. The attacker pushed forward on their daggers, to which Amira responded with a step backward, followed by a quick and deep slash to the abdomen. 

Denerim was known for it’s population of common pickpockets and thieves, but these ones were out for more than just coin. Amira had involved herself in assisting the city guard, whom had greatly appreciated her help with another group of city bandits. These ones, it seems, intended to assert their dominance over the guard. 

And they’re failing miserably; Amira thinks to herself. The bandit falls, soon replaced by another on her left. Pommel connects with skull, sending the bandit to his knees. A sharp and thick blade uppercutted through his jugular finishes off his descent downwards to meet his former comrade. 

Taking a breath Amira checks the field for her companions. Alistair is holding his own against a warrior on a wooden battlement. Sten and her mabari, Shuno are fighting through the archers that had barricaded themselves up some stairs. And Leliana-

Amira feels her heart drop into her stomach. The bandits had swarmed them and she’d lost her in the fray, blighted- She turns frantically, eyes darting over the back street until she spots a blur of red hair and swift flying arrows.

Leliana is practically flying through the rogues on the stairs leading up to the battlements. She’s landing kicks and firing off arrows faster than the warrior can count, bandits are dropping around her as she closes in on Alistair’s position. Amira gapes for a moment. Just what do bards learn in Orlais?

Two bandits have taken offense to the treatment of their friends and started swiftly up the stairs towards Leliana who is currently firing off three arrows into the last standing warrior. Amira starts toward her with an alarmed shout, great-sword at the ready.

Leliana turns to her just as the victims of her arrows fall off the steps into the grass. She stares at Amira with a startled look until the loud steps of the bandits alert her to their presence behind her. The bard grabs for arrows for her draw hand, but not before an approaching bandit lunges, sword aimed to connect with her chest. Amira feels helplessness swallow her, losing the feeling in her legs, wiling herself to run faster. Not again, please-don’t take her from me-

The bandit brings down his sword with devastating force- and hits nothing but air. 

Leliana has bent herself over the edge of the battlements, back arching over a long drop into the dirty back alley street. For a terrifying moment Amira thinks she’ll fall. With a whoosh of air two arrows strike the bandit through the skull as Leliana sweeps herself back into balance, the remaining arrow in her draw hand set to be fired. 

The second bandit sets upon her downward strokes of his daggers. The bard dips her body with a grace looking more suited for dancing than for battle, sidestepping each downward stroke with a curve of her spine. With a frustrated and desperate growl the bandit lashes out in front of him, Leliana dropping her torso to a horizontal plane in response. She doesn’t need to bend up very far to land her last arrow through the bandits heart. 

Amira’s companions regroup after checking for any bandits still squirming. They are all covered in blood and exhausted. Shuno refuses to get up and whines to be fed.

“Maker. I’d hate to be a city guard.” groans Alistair.

Sten grunts in disapproval at the corpses of the bandits lying on the ground.

They’ll need to report back to the guard about the bandits. And the mess.

Leliana is picking salvageable arrows from the corpses on the battlements. Heavy footsteps signaled the warrior’s arrival on the rickety wooden structure. The bard looks up at her; Amira is breathing hard.

“Careful now my lady warden, people might think you actually have feelings.” She says with a smirk.

Amira shakes her head and approaches her. The bard grins and gets to her feet, moving towards her as well.

“I’m just teasing.” Leliana tucks her arrows back into her quiver. She leans her head into Amira’s shoulder, ghosting a hand over her heavy gauntlet. 

“I’m sorry if I worried you.” She says gently.

Amira chuckles softly and places a hand on her neck. She leans down towards Leliana’s ear, a half smile on her lips.

“I never knew you could bend like that.” 

Leliana pushes her away, red in the face, and tries very hard look disapproving.

“Ami, might I remind you how long we have been fighting alongside each other?” She says, breaking out into a laugh.

“Mm. Each time we do so my expectations are greatly exceeded I assure you.”

“Flatterer.”

Amira laughs at that.

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I forgot I made this... good job me.