#ca!amelia

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Okay but what about Amelia and Vivienne.

They'd be sitting in Amelia's pool, in what was supposed to be a casual afternoon dip that turned into an entire evening of talking and sunbathing and cooking and eventually settling back into the hot tub with some red wine, reminiscing about Paris and Orlais and discussing some of the professors there and what they miss and who they miss.

Amelia's very up front about her feelings. There would be no accidental slip, no bashfulness, no hiding -- everything about her confession would be very deliberate.

Vivienne calls in sick the next day, and Amelia cancels her classes -- both extremely unusual for the two women -- and they spend most of the next day lounging around Amelia's house, whether tangled together in her big plush bed or curled up in the media room or back in the pool.

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Ohhh god please explain why Varric has no clothes on :D

College Age. I'm so sorry this is the first thing that came to mind

After two weeks at her old bright, sunny campus, Amelia was reluctant to leave the University of Orlais. But, she had a job to return to, and a new house that she still regretted leaving; the crime rate around F.U. was so much higher than at Orlais, and the only thing that made leaving bearable was knowing one of her fellow professors would be looking after it.

The sight of Varric Tethras' van in the drive was a good sign.

The sight of Varric Tethras in the kitchen was a bad sign.

The professor stood, wide-eyed, in the middle of the kitchen, his hair dripping wet, holding a bag of freshly opened Cheetos -- and he had no clothes on.

"i can explain," he deadpanned. "You had said--"

"Yes, I said to make use of the whole house," Amelia sighed, "including the pool." She massaged her temples and groaned inwardly before sighing, "I'll be in my study. Take your time. Just let me know when you're leaving."

As Amelia turned down the hall to head to her study, she saw that the back doors were still open; as she reached to close the french doors, she caught sight of a woman -- topless -- waist-deep in the water, leaning against the side of the pool.

The woman slid back under the water until her chin was resting on the surface, but Amelia only sighed. "Nice to meet you, Miss Adaar."

She couldn't say anything about the university surprised her anymore, but this little incident would make staff meetings more interesting.

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So... if nobody minds... I'll probably abuse my Supreme Power of the College Age Page and slip Amelia into canon. It shouldn't matter too much, since she's not paired with anyone or anything.

And plus there won't be any angst. Just a bit of culture shock bc F. U. isn't up to her standards.

Also MAGE rallies.

and maybe some angst I lied

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Promotion

So I feel bad about not posting anything College Age in a while, but I'm whiny and bitter and don't want to deal with Talia/Cass right now (yesterday's suit thing doesn't count).

This definitely doesn't have to be considered canon (an AU for the AU?) but I'm showering you all with some more Amelia love.

Dean of the College of Natural Sciences was a weighty title, and Amelia still wasn't certain how she felt about it.

It was her first year at Ferelden U -- a school she'd always considered to be, in a word, provincial. The irony wasn't lost on her; the school she'd spent most of her career publicly despising offering her a position she wasn't able to turn down. The title of dean, along with the pay raise and some very convincing arguments from her old colleagues, hadn't left much room for debate.

Of course, she'd miss her old classes; this semester, she was only teaching one, a boringly simple intro-level class on plant biology -- not her first choice, but the only thing they'd approved for her first semester.

The only upside to the entire ordeal, as far as Amelia was concerned, was the prevalence of the M.A.G.E. group on campus. There was a meeting being held shortly after her first class of the semester, and she intended to go -- there was nothing that excited her the way nature and M.A.G.E. rallies could.

She headed straight back to her over-priced condo outside of campus as soon as class was over, grabbing some food before checking over her appearance. Retying her hair into a neat bun, smoothing down her blue pencil skirt, and straightening her white top, Amelia grabbed her blazer and glasses and slipped into her heels.

It was an odd combination of excitement and anxiety that filled Amelia as she walked to the rally. But it wasn't at all like she'd expected.

Standing atop a table were two men; the blonde was shouting into a megaphone, which was continually tugged aside for the brunette to yell into. Campus security had already swarmed the place, and from the looks of it, had already made an arrest. The entire place was chaos.

Dean of the College of Natural Sciences was a weighty title, and Amelia was certain she regretted it.