For the kiss meme: Our favourite Seeker and writer's choice, a kiss out of necessity.
YES more 50 kisses meme. Who wants some crack?
“Dorian, get out of the way!” Cassandra yanked him back by his belt, praying the royal guard would not see them. The last thing they needed was some political incident because members of the Inquisition were prowling around in the Winter Palace’s private wing.
“There weren’t supposed to be any guards here!” he hissed.
“I know that!” she hissed back.
“Oh, Maker, he’s turning back this way. What will we do?” Dorian glanced around, frantically looking for an escape.
They were so close to the exit, so close to just returning to the party and mingling with the other guests like nothing had happened. But if they were to break cover the guard would surely see them, and if they waited much longer he would pass right by them. Either way they would be caught. An idea struck Cassandra, an embarrassing one but it was the only thing her mind could supply in the moment.
“I have a thought, but you will not like it.”
“Cassandra, at this point anything that keeps us from getting clapped in chains is a fine idea.”
Covering her face with both hands, Cassandra took a deep breath. Then, just when the guard was about to stumble across them, she grabbed Dorian’s face and pressed her lips to his. He was so shocked, he didn’t even more. Which thankfully helped sell the moment.
“Ahem,” the guard coughed gently. “You two can’t be in here. Best get along.” His voice held a tinge of exasperation, obviously this wasn’t the first time he had found people hiding there for a secret tryst.
“Oh, yes. Terribly sorry!” Cassandra said, feigning embarrassment. Though truthfully it wasn’t much of a stretch. She grabbed Dorian’s hand, yanking him out of the room. “Come along, dear.”
Once they were out of sight, and hearing, of the guard. Cassandra dropped Dorian’s hand and he gave her a horrified look.
“Cassandra, I say this with great respect for you as a friend: I have never felt more violated in all my life.”
“Believe me, it brought me no joy either. But we needed a way out, and here we are.” She spread her hands.
He huffed and puffed for a moment about the indignity of it all. Finally he pointed a stern finger at Cassandra. “This story does not go beyond us. The last thing I need is that dwarf yours hearing about it.”
“He is not my dwarf.” She scoffed. “And why would it matter if he hears about it. You cannot possibly imagine he would be jealous.” That thought really shouldn’t have intrigued Cassandra as much as it did. Varric, jealous over of her.
“That is beside the point. Knowing him, he would put it in a book!” Dorian departed then, slinking into the crowd. Cassandra waited a moment, so as not to look too suspicious.
As she joined in with the other party goers, Cassandra wondered if she should tell Dorian he had nothing to worry about regarding Varric putting the story in a book. Seeing as it was, in fact, one of his books where she had gotten the idea.
