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“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.” @Kashaadi //yeah she would

training turned tension starters

“Don’t get your hopes up...” Kaaras muttered, his eyes on her, watching with an intent gaze. Any twitch, even the slightest of movements, he would be ready for. If he was smart about this, then it would be a repeat of what happened the first time they sparred, and Kashaadi would be walking away with her tail between her legs once more.

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✌ or 👉 @Kashaadi // either is fine... though KASH NO XD

Send ‘✌️’ for my muse’s reaction to yours slipping two fingers into their mouth.

Kaaras was sitting outside the tavern at one of the tables. A homely place in Ferelden. He had a warm cup of tea which he was nursing, a book on the table and a lovely Ferelden strawberry pie, topped with fresh cream.

When Kashaadi took a seat opposite to him, he was ultimately ready to say that the day had been entirely ruined by her mere presence in the lovely morning. She would tease and harass him for certain, of course. Her tongue was one thing, but when one of her fingers dipped into the cream of his pie, it had a desperate and saddened noise leaving him, his eyes narrowing a little before she oh-so-seductively placed it against his lips.

The Herald’s cheeks burned a bright red, not quite as visible thanks to the glowing yellow of sunlight cast across the veranda. His ears lowered and he gently pulled his head away.

“You expect me to lick that off without knowing where your hands have been?” he asked, brow furrowing. What a waste of his cream… He’d rather it not be a waste, and he’d rather her not poking her fingers into his food, either.

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[drabble] Brother

Under the tiny hints of moonlight through cracks of wood, and the occasional step of a pair of boots on the deck, amber eyes shimmered in the dark as his arm wrapped around his sister’s shoulders. “You are safe,” were the quiet words in Qunlat he murmured to her. In his tone, there wasn’t the slightest hint of the fright that was eating him up inside since she’d shown him the flames that licked her small, youthful fingers without harm. That had been months ago, and he’d concealed his fears ever since that moment, when he made up his mind about one thing: he’d do the impossible to get his sister away from the clutches of those who would take her away from him. He kept his grip on her firm, steadying his breath to the rhythm of the waves he could hear crashing agains the ship. Once again, he whispered his words of encouragement. “You are safe. They will not take you.”

Nameless they’d been since they’d left, nothing but imekari. The man that had dragged them out of the ship’s cargo deck, touched by compassion for the two kids who’d not seen the light of day since sneaking aboard, had taken them in. Food and a place to sleep. They worked and learned in exchange. He was teaching them new words: Antivan, he’d said. They’d learned the Trade tongue under the Qun, but never Antivan. He was teaching them how to defend themselves, too.

The man said he couldn’t keep calling them ‘kids’ forever. But they’d never received their role under the Qun: they had no names to give to him. But they were free now. No one would assign them a name. They would choose their own. He let her choose. Kashaadi was her choice for herself: one of her invention. “And you’re Kahen.” He saw her smile, and saw the pride in those eyes that were identical to his. That was now his name: a gift from his sister that he would embrace from that moment on.

He was nineteen the first time he faced one of them. Kash was chatting up the sailors; he guarded the crates while their mentor signed the papers by the pier, discussing in Rivaini with a man of dark skin and colorful clothes. Alert as always, he knew someone was watching. He felt the eyes on him sharp as nails.

He ran into him later that night, in a dark alleyway. Years of working the ropes and sails had made him agile for someone his size. He pinned him to the wall, felt the snap of broken bones when he slammed his opponent’s hand against the stone to force him to drop the blade– the same he used to open his throat. “Bas” was the last word he spat at him, mixed with the gurgling of blood as he drowned in it. Then he became silent forever. He made no mention of it to Kashaadi. She needn’t know. All he said when they departed that morning to return to Salle, was that he was glad for their swift departure. There was work to get done. He quietly decided he couldn’t allow them the chance to ever get that close again. For Kash’s safety.

“The Free Marches. Work will not lack there.”

That was his decision when they left Salle. Their mentor had breathed his last that afternoon. They’d taken what little was theirs, and some more. The man had no offspring, no wife, no family of note: no one would miss a thing or two. Coin for the road, couple of books, the two swords that hung atop the fireplace: decorative, he always said, but he kept them sharp and polished, and even hung them from his belt when they were at sea. Good steel. He’d protected his mentor with a sword in hand several times: he would quickly learn to handle two. They were skillful for more than just carrying cargo. Kashaadi had fire, both in her magic and attitude, and more strength than three men together. Kahen, a mind as sharp as a fox, and a silver tongue: a way with words and manners that no one could deny. They made a good pair– they’d get by selling their skills to the right people. They left while the night was still dark, when the folk were deep in sleep and the sailors spilling their drinks on the bossom of some lass in a brothel... Never to return to Salle again.

#drabble #about the twins #Brother #Kashaadi #Kahen #//too tired to proof-read

How would you feel, Kashaadi, if your brother and Finn slept together?

Send my muse anons about their relationships

Kashaadi stared at the person questioning her for a second, then a guffaw escaped from her mouth. “Kahen hasn’t had some in a while, he should get more people in his bed, more often. Might make him less grumpy,” she joked.

“He’s been spending an awful amount of time with that little elf, he might as well get one fun night with him. Try with a soldier or two the next week. He’s so uptight a bit of tension release with some new people in the sheets should do him just fine.”

Because it was just a one time thing, right? Kahen wasn’t a man for relationships. He was all about business and practicality, and little else. She knew her brother had shared beds with a few in the past, long time ago though, but it had always been a one time thing.

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#Oh Kash honey you have no idea #Kashaadi #Finn x Kahen #Relationship meme #Anonymous

An Elf and a Qunari Walk into a Bar || closed

@swordsandfire || cont X

Kashaadi turned in her seat by the tavern’s counter to be greeted with the sight of the elven lass. Green eyes, skin as pale as milk and splattered with tiny little freckles. She’d not seen her around, or perhaps she’d just not been paying attention. A smirk pulled at her lips.

Had she? Oh yes. A few pints could make anyone dance to a cheerful song. Even a seven-feet-something tall, horned woman like herself. Ah, it had almost felt like being back at some old tavern full of sailors by the piers, in Antiva.

“Not usually the kind of question I’m first asked when a stranger approaches me,” she chuckled, looking the woman over from head to toe. “Don’t let size fool you: qunari can table-dance without breaking the furniture, too. Why, my dear, interested in a demonstration?”

Aith raised a brow. Really? The qunari woman screamed confidence, she was surprised that more people didn’t ask her such questions--or worse, just outright hit on her and perhaps try and grope her. She’d been to enough taverns to know that men could be utter sleazes.

“Oh, I know, I’ve been around enough qunari to know what they’re capable of,” she said with a hint of a smirk in her tone. “I just heard some jerks saying shit, so I thought I’d be the ‘nice’ person and ask you before I kicked their balls in. Not that someone like you needs protecting, I’m sure you could kick their arses without a problem.”

Still, Aith didn’t like when people spoke shit about people and tried to spread rumours. People were dicks, and those dicks needed a good smashing.

“Not that I was protecting you...” he quickly added. Some stranger didn’t need her protection, and she was hardly the protective type. More like angry and bitter, maybe wanting to find an excuse to punch some people.

#IC #c: Aith #Kashaadi #Aith x Kashaadi #An Elf and a qunari walk into a bar

"Makes me feel like poking fun at him more often. Getting on his nerves is quite amusing. He's too kind for his own good though: he's going to get hurt for it in the future, I'm certain. But he's honest, and capable, I'll give him that." @Kashaadi

tell my muse how they make your muse feel.

// Rofling, of COURSE she wants to poke more fun at him. XDDD Gdi, Kash, you’re terrible. But also, don’t stop, because it’s amusing as fuck and I love watching him squirm XDDDD

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Send me ✔ and I’ll bold what my muse would do with/for yours

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