3 Questions (and Answers) About An OTP...
@serial-chillr tagged me in another fun thing and I finally have a few minutes to exercise my writer brain (it's been an overwhelmed and sick gift-buying, card-sending, cookie-making, travel-planning, toddler-moming, job-applying brain most of the week)...
I'm doing this for Anders and Alarion, the OC I stole from @figgypudz in our Dread Moon AU so Anders could have the nice cute boyfriend he deserves in that universe and so Alarion could be spared whatever the Inquisition grumpies had in mind for him (he did a thing...). And I’m stealing @pikapeppa‘s idea of doing it as an interview/dialogue between them, because that’s just real fun.
My real-life actual will-defend-until-my-death OTP is more of an OT3 (*cough* fenhanders!) and all my other favorite ships are between canon characters I didn't create and their responses to these questions would be sort of already known...or something? I know that’s the fun of fan fic, to get to write those things out the way you want them to go, but I choose these two cuz they’re my fun, almost angst-free, fluffy pairing.
1. How did they first meet?
“He saved my life in the Fade. And then again out of it...and then he rescued me!”
“I did not!” Anders blushes. “And I had help.”
“Uh-huh...you were the only one I saw burning through a pack of nightmare wolves in the Fade to get to us.”
“They weren’t wolves...” Anders’ gaze goes a little distant as he recalls how the Fearlings appeared to him. Best not to mention that in this kind of interview.
“Well, that’s what they looked like to me, anyway. And the bite I got that you healed was very...wolf-like.”
Anders shakes himself out of his reverie and looks at Alarion’s forearm. “Yeah...that was weird. But again, if Cole hadn’t been there to help...”
“Do you see how he is?” Alarion looks directly at the interviewer with a falsely-exasperated expression as Anders pretends to notice something on the sleeve of his robe. “He also orchestrated a rescue mission across the Waking Sea to bust me out of the Inquisition dungeons during an attack by the Venatori, which I may or may not have accidentally been the cause of, but I’m sure he’ll refuse to take any credit for that, too!”
2. What did they think of each other at first?
“I was in awe of his magical abilities. His intensity. His compassion...” Alarion smiles fondly at him.
“And I kinda loved his big long pointy nose.”
“And when I first saw him, he had this ridiculously long, shaggy, unkempt beard!” Alarion laughs. “Oh my gosh! And your hair! It was like...a bird’s nest!”
“I had been living in exile alone for five years! I didn’t have a mirror...”
“Yes, that was obvious, amatus!” Alarion leans forward, placing his hand next to his face and whispers “...but I still thought he was hot,” to the interviewer.
Anders rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide his embarrassed grin. “Well, when I first saw you, everyone had been talking about what a big, bad, scary elven spy you were. How much danger you’d put their precious friend Dorian in...and then all I saw was your warmth. A little bit of relief, maybe, at being found? And your wound, of course...”
“Ha! Not at all...more like, intrigued, I guess, But you were so open and kind and...well, hurt.”
“Yes, yes...please go on about how weak I am. It’s not embarrassing at all.”
“Not weak. You’d literally been bitten by a demon, and then immediately told you were under arrest. But you still flirted relentlessly with me while I was stewing over Maker-knows-what. I guess we were both sort of the least liked people in our little group, weren’t we?”
“Personae non gratae...definitely,” Alarion nods proudly. “Who else did I have to flirt with? The Inquisition Commander?”
Anders makes a disgusted face, and they both laugh.
3. Were they immediately interested / attracted or did that come later?
“Yes. Obviously. Look at him!”
Alarion’s face falls a little.
“...and I was an idiot for trying to push you away.” Anders turns and reaches for Alarion’s hand, warm healing magic always radiating from him. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
“Thanks for rescuing me...” Alarion beams back at him.
...And they just stare at each other with heart eyes for like five minutes before realizing the interviewer is still there.
Tagging @jenniferhawke, @badpriestessofbuttsburgh, @barbex (no pressure! it’s a tough time of year to be creative on demand), and anyone else who is feeling this!
