My prompt: AU - JASKIER ROCK SINGER and GERALT BODYGUARD - Geraskier - whump -
After Ciri loses her parents in a car accident, she soon moves in with her father's friend, Geralt, who starts taking care of her as his own daughter. But when Ciri becomes a teenager, the distance between them grows and Geralt tries to find ways to deal with his daughter, so he tries to understand what the girl likes. Geralt discovers that Ciri is in love with the band Dandelion and sees it as a great opportunity when the band's manager, Yennefer, his ex-girlfriend with whom he has an inconsistent relationship, asks him to work for her again, now as the bodyguard of the lead singer, Jaskier. Geralt doesn't like the singer and sees him as a bad influence on Ciri because of his black nails, sensual songs and clothes, but asks for an autograph in order to get closer to his daughter again.
From then on, the two begin to get closer, initially thanks to Ciri, who always pressures Geralt to meet the singer or even invite him to dinner. Due to their very different personalities, friction arises, but Geralt still doesn't know the reason behind Jaskier's need to have a bodyguard trusted by his manager.
His last bodyguard was bribed by Valdo, the former vocalist of the band that Jaskier replaced and who promises to do everything to destroy the singer without caring about the consequences.
In the midst of all this, with Jaskier's feelings for Geralt growing, initially as admiration for the protection that the bodyguard offers him, Geralt also begins to see more layers of Jaskier's personality, who behind all his daring performances hides a man who was never truly loved by his family, being only exploited for his musical talents.
Geralt will still face new nuances with his relationship with Yennefer, which will cause some situations with his new client, but how will he deal with all this when he finds out that Jaskier starts to have feelings for him? Or even that he has started to look at him differently? A relationship that will involve many differences and Geralt in denial of feelings because he cannot accept that he may have fallen in love with an idiot rock singer.
Will Geralt finally understand that he loves him and be able to protect him before it is too late for their relationship? Or even too late to prevent Valdo from finally destroying the one he has come to love?
Jaskier is far beyond what he thought, he smiles easily, but bears his own pain in silence...
I created this fic idea and I have no interest in developing it, if anyone wants to, feel free. Just give me credit for the prompt! You can use the art too. ;)
Read on AO3 or below (Sadomasochism & violence warning)
“Listen up, you shitheads,” Levi says as he walks into the break room, catching everyone’s attention. “I need you all to make copies, the boxes are outside.”
With a swift turn of his wrist, he points at the shelves, “and I want this place cleaned from top to bottom. And keep the complaining to yourselves or I’m making you clean the entire building on Sunday. Your choice.”
At the click of his tongue, everyone jumps up from their seats and starts cleaning. Eren catches the satisfied grin on Levi’s’ face before their boss leaves the room and Eren can’t help but feel his cock twitch; Levi just has that effect on him, especially when he’s barking out orders and loving every second of it.
“Jeez, what’s his problem?” Connie sighs as he puts his lunch back into his backpack. “Do an internship at the Survey Corps, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”“You gonna cry, Springer?” Jean scoffs after carrying one of the boxes in the break room.
“No,” Connie rolls his eyes, “I just wanna know what his problem is.”
There’s a short silence before Jean hums in thought, “He just needs to get laid,”
Eren furrows his brows as he feels a nudge in his side and he looks over to see Jean giving him a way too cocky grin, “Go on then, Eren. Go suck his dick.”
“I just might,” Eren says flatly, maintaining eye contact with Horseface before carrying out some of the paperwork to copy. The look on Jean and Connie’s faces is priceless, filled with shock as he leaves the room.
Slumping against the wall, the brunet firmly holds the papers in front of his crotch to hide the obvious tent in his pants, fuck, he really wants to have Levi’s cock in his mouth. The thought alone is enough to make him achingly hard.
After work, Eren finds himself standing in front of his boss’ office with shaking hands. Why does he think this is a good idea again? Stupid Jean planting stupid ideas in his head.
Despite his inner turmoil, he can’t stop himself from knocking on Levi’s door and opening it once he hears the demanding voice bark a command at him. He needs this.
“Sir?” Eren peeps through the doorway and steps inside, “Can I come in?”
“You’re already in,” Levi states, not bothering to look up from his paperwork. Does he always wear glasses when he’s reading? The little insight into his boss’ personal life makes Eren’s inner submissive side jump with joy. Embarrassing.
“What is it?”
When he finally looks up and locks eyes with Eren, the brunet’s face flushes a dark shade of red.
The raven raises a confused brow at him before his face settles back into his usual scowl.
“Teenagers,” he mutters before shooing the boy away, “out.”
Eren gulps, this isn’t how it is supposed to go. He should do something, anything but stand there with his mouth open and unable to make a sound. He wants to speak, he really does, but he finds himself incapable of voicing a single thing, not even an apology. Dammit.
When he doesn’t move, Levi puts the papers down and leans forward, propping an arm on his desk and resting his chin on his hand. “What is it, Eren?”
His name on his tongue makes a shiver run up the brunet’s spine and his eyes widen both in embarrassment and arousal when he sees the daring look in his boss’ eyes. All he wants to do is submit, yes, that’s it. That is what he should do, submit.
He swallows thickly, fumbling with the loose strings of his shirt before pulling it over his head. When he folds the article of clothing and puts it on the ground, he expectantly looks up again. The satisfied smirk on Levi’s face is enough to spur him on and he unbuckles his belt and toes off his shoes and socks.
“Go on,” the raven smirks as he leans back into his office chair and Eren stops in his movements when he sees him undoing his tie with thin, skilled fingers. He can’t stop his mind from wandering, mentally tracing the fine lines of his boss’ fingers and imagining how good they’d feel around his throat.
With the tips of his ears burning, he finally pulls down his boxers and is left completely bare. Putting his hands to his sides, he stands upright and holds his breath. He can’t even look at his boss, too scared and flustered to the point he’s afraid to see his reaction. He wouldn’t be able to deal with rejection while he is this vulnerable.
“What got you hard already?”
The boy’s hands instinctively move to cover himself, but he manages to control them as he peeks through his eyelashes and sees his boss still looking at him intently. He’s doing it right, Levi just wants to tease him. If he didn’t want him, he would’ve already beaten him up and thrown him into the hallway without his clothes. That’s right, he’s doing it right, he’s being good.
Levi clicks his tongue, “I asked you a question,” he shakes his head when Eren doesn’t reply, “Look at me when I speak to you, Jaeger.”
Swallowing thickly, the brunet raises his eyes and looks at Levi. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with as much air as possible, feeling as if he just can’t breathe properly under the raven’s intense gaze. “You…, Sir.”
Pleased with Eren’s answer, Levi hums in acknowledgment and takes his tie between his fingers. “Closer, boy.”
Eren doesn’t need to be told twice, he immediately hurries to Levi; too eager for his own good, almost tripping over his feet, but he needs to show him how much he wants this, needs this, aims to please.
Levi’s eyes widen slightly when Eren instinctively drops down to his knees, arches his back and looks up expectantly. Control. “Arms behind your back.”
Folding them precisely behind his back, the brunet’s breath hitches in his throat when Levi palms his cock through his trousers; shuddering, briefly losing himself to pleasure before spreading his thighs. Eren’s unable to do anything but watch, face burning in embarrassment as he imagines how it would feel to actually have his cock in his mouth.
Levi licks his lips, motioning Eren to shuffle closer until he can easily use his tie to keep the boy’s arms bound behind him; exposed, just how he likes it. “Do you think you deserve my cock, Eren?”
“No, Sir,” Shaking his head, the brunet chews the inside of his cheek, “but I really want it.”
The raven huffs in response, the corners of his lips curling into a devilish grin.
Eren stares at him in awe as he undoes his fly and takes out his cock; he can’t remember how many times he has imagined sucking Levi’s cock while he jacked off in the shower, probably too many to count. He shifts uncomfortably, his painfully hard cock messily dripping precum on his thighs.
“Stop drooling and get to it,” Levi demands, voice tinged with irritation as he puts one of his legs over the boy’s shoulder; not even worth dirtying his hands for.
Eren subconsciously licks his lips in admiration before inching closer and leaving a teasing kiss on the head, painting his lips white with a thin layer of precome. He shamelessly moans, reveling in the taste of the man he has been lusting after for weeks now, and darts out his tongue to lap the underside of Levi’s cock.
Levi tosses his head back when the wet heat engulfs him, slick muscles clenching around his cock. The boy gags, tries to force his cock out of his throat, but he holds his head perfectly in place with one of his legs.
Eren looks up, face entirely red from the lack of oxygen, blinking away the tears that are rolling down his cheeks. He coughs when he’s given room to pull his head back ever so slightly and takes a deep breath before he leans forward again, lips wrapped tightly around the raven’s cock. It’s addicting, he wants, no, needs more.
Bobbing his head up and down, length growing impossibly harder in his mouth, he releases him with a pop and moves his attention to his balls. Cock laying heavy on his cheek, he looks up, fluttering his eyelashes as he runs the flat of his tongue over the seam of Levi’s balls.
Levi’s eyes are the closest to devilish Eren has ever seen; blown wide, leaving nothing but a ring of silver to stare back into. Absolute bliss is displayed on the boy’s face as the raven entangles his fingers in his messy brown locks and guides his dick back into his mouth.
A muffled moan leaves Eren’s lips as his boss shifts in his seat, driving his length deeper down his throat as he moves the brunet under the desk until he’s able to press his knees against the sides of the boxed-desk. He’s too wound up to realize where this is going and freezes when the door clicks. The brunet stills in his movements, cock pulsing on his tongue.
“Leviiii,” Eren hears someone who sounds an awful lot like Hanji say.
“What?”
There isn’t a single hint of arousal, nor embarrassment in his voice and it drives Eren insane. He has probably done this before, he’s probably just another name on his list and Eren isn’t ready to go down like that. He’ll make sure Levi remembers this, remembers him and will only want him again. Fuck everyone, and anyone who has ever touched Levi like this.
The brunet sees red and stretches his mouth wider, controlling his gag reflex as he sucks him back into his mouth till the length hits the back of his throat. He harshly sucks on the head and feels the member twitch on his tongue. He’s good, a good sub.
“Do you have the paperwork Moblit gave to you?”
Levi sucks in a sharp breath, “No, why would he give me your paperwork? He’s your assistant, not mine.”
“Right, right, right, right.”
His boss shifts his legs, pressing his boot against the boy’s pathetic leaking dick to stop him from leaving soft, delectable kitten-licks all over the underside of his shaft. It only spurs Eren on and he continues his insufferable teasing by sucking one of his boss’ balls into his mouth.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes,” Levi spits out the word, “I’m just dealing with a nuisance.”
Licking over the seam, he turns his attention back to the head of Levi’s cock and softly sucks on it while pressing his tongue against the slit. The action is enough to make the raven’s thighs shake, creating delicious friction on Eren’s cock and he starts circling his hips, rutting against Levi’s dress shoes.
Smiling, the corners of his mouth burning from stretching this wide as he takes Levi deeper into his mouth, Eren can barely contain himself until the door clicks again. A high pitched whimper is all that leaves his lips as he’s being so deliciously manhandled, whining desperately when Levi yanks his head back and frees his cock out of his mouth.
“You’re smiling after the shit you just pulled off?”
The boy’s eyes widen in horror as Levi’s palm connects to his cheek, leaving a stinging burn in its wake.
Levi huffs and grabs Eren’s jaw in a tight grip, stretching his mouth impossibly wide with his fingers before aligning his cock with Eren’s wet cavern, “Fucking choke.”
Slick muscles clenching, desperately trying to force him out, Eren gags around Levi’s cock. The pure disgust and anger in his voice are what he needs, not air. All he craves is the raven’s cock pulsing in his throat, pace brutal, relentless, and his sinful tongue humiliating him.
“That’s it, choke on it.” Levi’s head lulls back, continuously fucking his throat, using him like he deserves to be used. Moans and grunts spill from his lips as he doesn’t hold back and drives his length impossibly deeper down the slick heat that engulfs him.
Eren’s jaw goes slack, head growing heavier in Levi’s palms, eyes rolling back into his skull.
“Don’t you dare pass out,” Levi barks, shoving Eren’s nose into the neatly trimmed hairs above his pelvis and keeps him there, shallowly thrusting his hips. “You can’t even take my dick properly, truly pathetic.”
Levi cares about him? Looking up, drool dribbles down Eren’s chin and onto his collarbones. He blinks through the tears; glassy eyes trying to focus on the raven’s sharp gaze.
Smirking, “Messy boy,” Levi grunts, driving his length back down his throat as muffled moans send vibrations over his cock. Eren’s mouth is too good for words, his urge to claim and possess taking over as he pulls the boy’s head back and furiously fists his cock.
After a few precise pumps, followed by gradually stuttering breaths, he comes on Eren’s face, moaning how filthy he is for getting off of sucking his superior’s dick. The first splatter reaches Eren’s eyes before long ropes of come streak across his burning cheeks and onto his tongue as Levi pushes his pulsating cock back into his mouth, milking himself dry.
Levi’s sharp tongue is what did it for Eren, hips stuttering as he comes over his boss’ dress shoes.
“You can’t deny yourself anything,” Levi says with a glare, which turns into a surprised, yet satisfied smirk when the brunet bows before him and frantically starts licking his shoes clean.
I modeled this drawing after my own favorite recipe, chicken tortellini soup! I usually make a huge batch of it for the nights I have my friends over, usually for DnD. It can take a few hours to make but it's always worth the smiling faces that come with it 😊🥘
Idea that when Fenris first met Anders, he was wary of him as he is with any mages. When he found out Anders was an abomination AND he had the opinion mages should be free like mages in Tevinter, Fenris’ opinion went from apathetic to hostile.
However, these were opinions formed from heresy. When he finally went on a mission with Hawke and Anders, and he met Anders for the first time, it cemented his bad opinion of Anders. They argued and insulted each other instantly, but at the same time, Fenris was finally in Anders’ presence, and he couldn’t help but like Anders’ scent.
For some inexplicable reason, even though Anders is a dickwad, Fenris felt really comfortable around him. His muscles instantly relaxed, his tattoos didn’t ache, but most importantly, his nerves weren’t on end and he felt like he could truly sleep.
Basically, even though Fen doesn’t like Anders himself, he likes the way he smells. Anders, due to his spirit healing, automatically heals and maintains Fen’s lyrium tattoos. Because of the constant pain, Fen is either a light sleeper or he can’t sleep at all. When the pain is taken away, he can finally sleep.
Fen finds out that Anders’ scent is good enough to lull him into a restful sleep. Though sleeping beside Anders and cuddling up to him is actually the best thing.
So Fen often sneaks into Anders’ clinic to sleep in Anders’ bed. Anders is at first offended and tells Fen to leave. Fen blinks his eyes at him and leaves, but always ends up stealing Anders’ blanket in the process. In the end, he eventually always comes back.
Fen strikes a deal with Anders. Anders lets Fen sleep in his bed, and Fen will act as his bodyguard and make sure the templars never hurt him.
can i get some catatonia? idk it just seems real underused, but i love it. it’s unconsciousness but it’s so much worse, because they’re there, but they’re not there. they’re seeing things but they’re not seeing. was that a reaction to something you said or did, or did they just happen to move at the same time? when will it end? will it end?
Day 4 : The themes for today are Rise//Havoc//Amusement park. For today I just went with a prompt idea. Bakugou and Izuku would be at the amusement park with and come across a villain that has fled for safety into the amusement park. Izuku is split up from katsuki temporarily and he chases the villain into the lot with the out of order ferris wheel. Katsuki attempts to catch him off guard with a large explosion which instead destroys a large part of the ferris wheel. - - Long story short. Don't be a a dumbass. (I was exhausted from.making the last few art pieces so today is my rest day.) Apologies for my lame submission. Feel free to use it for a story or art piece. Please do inbox me if you use it. I wanna see how much better it turned out.
“Did you? People are trying to kill me for a choice I didn’t get to make. Your choice. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to be the ‘Chosen One’.” Their voice is bitter and their companion flinches as if the words are literally as acidic as they sound. “I want to be a healer. I want to get married. Have kids. But I can’t even tell anyone my real name.” A sob rips from its prison in the protagonist’s throat, before its successors are locked away once more. “This isn’t a life. You didn’t save me. You damned me.”
A/N : Another fic for the weary hearts. Or for all of you guys. (slight Trevelyan x Cullen pairing)
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"YOU want me to do what?"
"Try it out, Seeker. It might land you a couple of friends here and there. Or, maybe not."
Varric stood before a disgruntled Cassandra. Wearing a sour expression, she closed the book that she held out of anger. It was the book that Varric had given to her a few days back, giving the sneak peek to his worst romance serial as a peace offering from their previous feud with one another. She then became not so much of a bother later on, spending every spare time the hour to read the new chapters of the released book. It amused and satisfied him when he basically observed Cassandra devouring the the book, page after page of endless words and sentences that deemed quite useless to him now, yet meant everything to Cassandra.
Cassandra stood up from the stool she sat on, walking towards Varric in a menacing manner.
"Varric, I appreciate you writing down the sequel for me, as per request from the Inquisitor, but to do such--" Cassandra waved her hands about, obviously baffled. "Such inappropriate actions! What kind of woman do you take me for?"
"Look, I know it sounds weird. Heck, even I'm weirded out, but I'm doing us a favor here."
Cassandra's eyebrow rose in confusion. "The both of us?"
Varric nodded. "The both of us."
Cassandra pauses for a moment, her thinking-process expression showing. After a few contemplations, she said, "You are... quite positive of this? That it will possibly remove you from your writer's block?"
"Have I ever lied to you, Seeker?"
Cassandra glared daggers at him. "As a matter of fact,--"
"Forget that thought. But yes, to answer your question, I am positive that it will work out."
She hesitates. After another few seconds of deep contemplation, she gave out a frustrated sigh.
"Tell me everything I need to do before I disagree and cut you down."
"Will do, Seeker."
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She moves the other pieces, her face scrunched in disgust as the last one lands into one of Orlais' landmarks.
"Ugh, Orlesians."
Cullen snickers, crossing off a task written on his papers. "I find it endearing that you're slowly getting sick of their affairs, Trevel-- Inquisitor." The small error immediately earned Cullen smug looks from Leliana and Josephine, to which Trevelyan either ignored or did not notice.
"As if that had to be pointed out." She pinpoints the several pieces scattered around Orlais. "Parties, political unrest, a new duchess getting throned or de-throned, written contracts, what more does Orlais have to offer for us to do?"
"Parties with political unrest, with a duchess getting throned or de-throned, accompanied with written contracts. Bonus points for assassins."
"Ah, of course. Remember the Winter Palace?"
"Don't remind me. The headache I've gained during our time there was incomparable to the headache I've been receiving for weeks."
"It's that bad?"
"Very."
Trevelyan places her hand on her chin, deep in thought. She moves one of the other pieces again, but as she places it on top of a landmark located in Ferelden, the door opens. The sudden interruption caused Trevelyan to squeak out a yelp, immediately letting go of the piece she held. The piece rolled until it, unfortunately, landed onto another Orlais landmark. Josephine sighed, mumbling about her encounter with the Orlesians in said landmark. She muttered something under her breath about six packs of cheese wheels with assassins wearing scandalous and preposterous attires, as chosen poorly by their leader. Vivienne and Dorian cringed at the sight, as they proceeded to go to the nearest clothing store to breathe clean air once more.
"Inquisitor." The heavy-accented voice boomed within the War Room, which silenced all three advisors, including Trevelyan. The advisors, whose directions were facing towards the door, looked at the Nevarran with shock. Trevelyan, however, was faced towards the advisors, with the table in between them. The way she called out to her just now was electrifying in a way Trevelyan couldn't explain. She could only rack inside her head if she had done anything to provoke Cassandra for her to storm all the way down here to the war room.
"Ye-Yes, Cassandra...?" Trevelyan slowly turned around, scared that she might have done something wrong. Again. When was the last time the Inquisitor hadn't done something wrong?
There were the pots. The training dummies, and the horses getting loose. Most of it was Cole's ideas, and I wanted to help him help people. In a way.
As Trevelyan's eyes landed on Cassandra's, the first thing she noticed was the lace sitting on top of her head. And then the frilly dress she wore. It was outrageously covered in pink. Trevelyan could have sworn that Cullen cringed, backing one foot away from the war table. Josephine stood, frozen, not believing her eyes. Leliana, however, stared at Cassandra with delightful amusement, but her interest piqued to almost a maximum when she spotted the shoes that Cassandra wore.
"Are those shoes made from Orlais? Val Chevin?" Leliana commented, moving towards Cassandra with a frightful speed, her gaze still not breaking away from the pair of shoes. Cassandra stood her ground, but it was evident from the look on her face that she was positively horrified at Leliana's sudden curiosity.
"I, um, yes. It is."
"Is this... the same pair of shoes that were delivered here to the Inquisition's storages, as request from an anonymous sender?" Josephine added.
Cassandra shamefully nodded, which would mean that she was the anonymous sender.
"Inquisitor, would you care for a poem?" Cassandra said, her teeth grinding. Trevelyan could tell that she didn't want to do this, but it only deepened her confusion she was doing this. On her own accord. Trevelyan looks at her advisors, who gave her a concerning and sympathetic look.
"Um. Sure?"
"
Herald of Andraste
You are the nicest compadre
My heart swoons over your heroic deeds
How shall you fare, when I tell you of my sinful seeds?
(Cullen : What?)
(Leliana : *tries not to snort, but a small smile escapes* Shush. Let her speak.) (Josephine : I certainly do not know what is going on.)
Might you fancy a cup of tea with me,
Or will a bloody, sweaty, and heart-racing battle satisfy thee?
You may not look that nice on a nutcracker wannabe vest,
But you'd look great and ravishing, on Cullen's sturdy desk.
(Cullen : *suddenly choking on air, grasping and reaching for the war table's edges. The pieces that Trevelyan worked so hard on to place have now been ruined and rolled over to either side of the map.*)
You use your hand to close these rifts,
But would you like for a spin, on a summer's day feast?
(Trevelyan : Yes.)
Orlesians give us much of a headache,
But you'd be fine with the pain anyway
Not when our commander perfectly handles the situation at bay.
(Cullen : Andraste be my guide, preserve my soul.)
Now, I must conclude this short-lengthed poem
(Cullen : *heaves out a sigh of relief* Thank the Maker.)
(Leliana and Josephine : *lets out a huff of slight disappointment*)
With you managing the troops, the council, and the nation, your time will not be stolen
Adieu, Inquisitor
May you strive for a more higher position.
"
Cassandra did a graceful yet forced bow, her head dipping really low onto the ground. Trevelyan noticed Cassandra's ears going red from sheer embarrassment, and felt her regret just from standing a few feet away. The last time Trevelyan ever did anything horrendous or as embarrassing was when she tried to do the "Orlesian Dip" with Cullen. It did not go well for them, resulting to Cullen having to lock himself away inside his office, just because he was that ashamed of himself.
With the swift movement of a Seeker, she bolted right out of the room in a blaze, her shoes producing a loud clack, clack, clack upon the floor. After her figure has gone out of sight, a messenger appears right out of the blue, scaring Cullen.
"Ser, sister Leliana's report--"
"Yes, I'm aware of that." Culen snatches the report away fro the scout, giving him a frustrated look. The scout places his fist against his armored chest, and walks away.
"Maker, I swear that messenger has been stalking my movements for how long."
Leliana chuckles.
"Especially right outside your office?"
"What--" Cullen stops, suddenly remembering his momentary talk with Trevelyan during that time, which the scout had rudely disrupted. He blushes, his hand now placed on the side of his neck in a sheepish manner.
"Oh, but it is. I know everything. Mostly everything."
"Even the--" Cullen stammered for a bit, when went near Leliana. "Even the thing we did...?"
"The "Orlesian Dip"? Yes." Leliana smirks at Cullen. "It'll be alright, Cullen. If it brings you some small reassurance, both of you lacked the skills to perform such a feat--"
"Okay. I've heard enough." Cullen stated, his face now flushing, as he slowly makes his way to exit out of the war room. Trevelyan looked at Leliana with much more horror, stepping back for only a few inches.
"I still have no idea what just happened." Josephine stated.
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"I will kill you, Varric." Cassandra said, as amshe finally wore into her other pair of boots, tightening the grip around the legs to prevent from becoming anymore loose.
Varric sat upon a wooden chair, his eyes focused onto the paper he held, scribbling away the words that kept popping inside his head. Ever since Cassandra started her 'performance', Varric had already occupied and written three papers. He was on his sisxteenth page now.
He chuckled, still writing down his thoughts. "You did a pretty solid role, Seeker. I swear I could have applauded for you once you were finished right after, but then they'd spot me and it'd ruin my writing-process."
Cassandra opened her mouth to fight back, but closed it. She sighed heavily, dumping the frilly, pink dress somewhere nearby.
"You are certain that the trilogy will be released very soon?"
Varric smirked.
"I'll let you cut my head off if this doesn't come out in stores in a matter of weeks, Cassandra."
