#thewingchesters

[fangasmic]

You know, I'm wondering how much hunting/ghostbusting the dynamic duo will actually do.

Because distractions.

[fangasmic]

True Story:

I should probably try to get more sleep.

[fangasmic]

Misdirection

Joseph looks up from his stew, which is uniform grey in colour and tastes about the same, and raises a brow.  "What makes you think I have a story?"

Spruce, an uncharacteristically quiet dwarf, lets out a rough laugh.  "You don't end up in the Chantry's dungeon without one," he replies gruffly.

Looking across the fire to the isolated sort of area where John's setting up his tent, Joseph realizes that his old friend hasn't told his fellow thieves what Joseph is.  He also doubts that John's told any of his companions about himself.  "Does he always do that?" he asks, gesturing toward John in an effort to misdirect.  The less John's companions know the better, for their sake.

"Do what?" Edward asks, rejoining the group around the fire and looking over his shoulder.  "Oh, that.  Yes.  Violent dreams, or at least that's his excuse," the bearded man continues.  "None of us have ever heard him shout in the night, though.  Mostly I think it's to keep us from noticing he sleeps next to an empty bedroll every night, though we all know about it.  It's his own business and he's a good leader, so we let him alone."

Unsure what to think of Edward's answer, Joseph has no comment to make about it and forces himself to finish his stew.  "Your story?" Harold prompts when Joseph sets the bowl down.

Sighing, Joseph gives the rogue a tight smile.  "Fairly average, I'm afraid.  Ran away at a young age, fell in with a dodgy sort, got into more than a little trouble with a Templar or two and one particular Revered Mother.  Had me in chains before you could say 'Andraste's tits'.  Poor set of circumstances, honestly," he lies smoothly.

Harold seems disappointed, if the way his face falls in any indication.  Joseph fights the urge to shake his head, tapping the end of the spoon against his knee.  "Did you think I was a Warden or a heretic or something?"

"No... but... the Chantry doesn't lock people up under that much security for no reason..."

At that, Joseph smiles.  "I've got rather a talent for escaping and it's not the first time I've crossed the Chantry.  It was a deserved precaution.  Frankly, I'd have been a bit insulted if they'd stationed any less than three Templars outside my cell."

Smiling, Harold helps himself to another bowl of stew, seemingly satisfied for now.

[go2sassywolf-blog]

Tag Meme

Rule 1 - Post the rules

Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones.

Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post.

Favorite film soundtrack?

ah jeez

Nightmare Before Christmas 

I have the entire thing memorized from beginning to end

What was the last book you read?

I am currently reading Game of Thrones

the last book I read though, I suppose, was The Fault in Our Stars

plus a million fanfics long enough to be books

Favorite day of the year?

jeez I dunno, I've never really thought of it like that.

probably I'd say this year my favorite day will be when I officially move into my apartment in Boston

If you could meet someone dead or alive who would you meet?

man this is so hard

why would a famous dead person want to meet me? 

they'd be like bro let me be dead jfc 

I guess I wouldnt mind meeting Obama

or maybe Jensen Ackles 

TOUGH

If you had the chance to move to anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Paris

hands down

Paris

Favorite season? Least favorite?

my favorite season is fall

least favorite is summer

Favorite pizza topping?

ARTICHOKE HEARTS!!

If you were to be trapped in a TV show, which show would you choose?

oh sweet jesus

Doctor Who

cause even if I never met the doctor 

cool shit still happens in that universe 

Weirdest call you’ve received?

I dont actually remember one??

so I guess I havent really received a weird phone call

Strangest thing you have ever eaten?

uh idk 

fish eyeballs?

cow stomach?

Favorite breakfast food?

I used to love eggs before I became allergic, now they just make me sad to see

so I guess now my favorite would be oatmeal

My questions:

if you could have a pet of any kind of animal (wild or not), what would it be?

favorite fast food guilty pleasure

does your laptop have a name?

wouldn't it be nice if we were older? then we wouldnt have to wait so loooong 

of all the pets you ever had, which one was your favorite?

favorite article of clothing

how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

if you could meet a favorite character who would it be and what would you do together?

favorite use of the potato

favorite time of day

who should be the next president?

[flutiebear]

I'm a huge fan of you, myjusticecake and knickerweasels because I love that I've found people who analyze the Dragon Age series/books as well as Supernatural fans (I'm actually working on writing a crossover with the Supernatural characters being Thedas natives) like myself. I was tempted to ask it as a question for the show but I missed the deadline. Instead, I'll just ask you: In your opinion, which is the Hawke twin that lives in canon? Assuming they existed in the first place.

Why thank you, thewingchesters! Always glad to find another whose fandoms intersect. (Also, your alias rocks.)

If you're a fan of Dragon Age meta, you might be interested in my 30 Day DA-ily Challenge series, a set of essays on my favorite characters and narrative aspects of Dragon Age 2, as well as some of my longer rambly posts on the games. (Incidentally, I've also started up the 30 Day Challenge for Supernatural, though I'm doing them weekly instead of daily -- those essays will be reblogged to my Supernatural-only Tumblr, deans-obssession-with-angel-lips, and posted to my Supernatural Meta page as they come.)

Enough self-promotion: Other people who've done meta on the Dragon Age series I've really enjoyed include impressioniste, katiebour, spicyshimmy (I count her little drabbles as meta), serindrana, ademska and defira85. But that short, short list doesn't come anywhere CLOSE to scratching the surface of the vast library of meta this fandom has put together over the years. If you love to think critically about fictional post-apocalyptic worlds, Tumblr's the place for you. :)

As to your question: I tend to take more of a Total Recall approach to the Dragon Age 2 storyline. That is, the movie can be understood either as literal fact or as a hallucination of a fevered mind -- the source material completely supports both interpretations -- but I think it's impossible to understand what the movie makers were going for unless you accept BOTH conflicting interpretations as true. In the same vein, I tend to do the same with the Hawke twins, in that the full DA2 story can't be appreciated unless you accept BOTH twins as possible canon companions.

That said, I'm kinda partial to Carver. :)

[kinelea]

Cris did tumblr eat my ask?

[fangasmic]

Break

"I don't understand why you're doing this."

"Because I'm not... I'll never be... I can't..."

"So you're leaving instead?"

"Yes."

"You're a fool."

"I know."

"Do you love me?"

"More than anything."

"Then why would you do this?"

"Because you deserve so much more than I could ever give you."

"I don't care about what you think I deserve!"

"I do.  I should be able to offer you an arling, not a life on the run, hounded by the Templars at every turn."

"That's our life and it won't ever change."

"I'm sorry."

"Just go."

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Escape

There's smoke everywhere and abominations loose on two of the upper floors.  Naturally, that's where the School of Spirit has their practice rooms.  It's akin to suicide to go up the stairs into into the main part of the fray, if only because the Templars are guaranteed not to be picky about who's a blood mage and who isn't with abominations running around, but John hikes up his robes and takes the bloody stairs two at a time.

He has no intention of losing the only person he cares for.

It's a fight to get down the hall.  John has to dodge two abominations and knock out one Templar to get to where he wants to go.  His timing, for once, is impeccable.  Joseph's on the floor in front of a creature that John thinks might have been one of the older enchanters at some point, bleeding from the mouth.

In his terror, John's wills up a fireball and launches it at the creature's abdomen.  It knocks the creature off its feet and puts some distance between it and Joseph, but it gets up quickly.  Not thinking, simply acting, John reaches back and takes his staff in his hands.  He whistles at the creature and waits for it to attack.

It doesn't disappoint, charging him.  John has never been more thankful for the small stature and lean body weight that allows him to slip out of the creature's path.  When it comes at him again, he grips the staff in both hands and swings it at the thing's head, striking it with the heavy, ornate end.  The staff shakes and snaps in two as the creature's head caves in like an overripe melon.

When the creature falls to the ground, John casts a bolt of lighting at it.  He waits until it stops twitching to walk over so that he can drive the broken end of his staff into its chest.  Only when he's sure he's dead does John look back at Joseph, who looks stunned and pale.

"If there was ever a time to get out of this Maker forsaken place, now would be it," John states.

Joseph nods and John crosses over to him, hauling him up by the arm.  "I hear the Marches are nice this time of year."

"The Marches are never nice," Joseph replies, coming back to himself.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

They hide from Templars, abominations, and fellow mages alike as they make their way down and down.  Joseph takes John to the passage into the dungeons below the tower which bypass the door on the ground level, which the Templars have surely sealed by now.  Carefully, they make their way through the network of tunnels that Maker only knows how Joseph discovered to come out just above the water line on the backside of the tower.

John gives Joseph a long kiss before stripping out of his robes and plunging into the cold water below.

As they swim away from the tower that's been their prison for the better part of their lives, neither gives much thought to the horror and destruction their fellow mages surely face.