#always-the-fall-guy

Fall Alerion and Pelle Lavellan

@always-the-fall-guy ‘s OC 

always-the-fall-guy:

To say Fall was a good dancer was an understatement. They moved perfectly to the beat of the music, no matter how fast or slow. Their rogue training allowed them to do many moves, including flips and twirls that anyone would find difficult, but Fall found it a good way to survive, so they practiced as much as they could. It allowed them to get stronger, run faster, and evade many attacks thrown their way.

Fall had been known to give dancing lessons to whoever needed them, whether they be for a party, or to woo a potential love, or for just enjoyment. They became quite popular with the younger folks of Skyhold, and with every one student, there were three more looking for lessons.

When the Inquisitor of all people had asked Fall for dance lessons, they were over the moon. They expected the Inquisition to hire a professional, but Nelras must have caught wind of the lessons they has been giving. They were a little frightened when Nelras had approached them one day asking about their activities. They had thought they were in trouble, but then the question of teaching him arose and they agreed immediately.

They had always thought if the Inquisitor needed something from them, that one of his advisers would ask them about it, but never the Inquisitor themselves. They had an overwhelming urge to please, so they vowed they would do whatever it took to teach Nelras. Of course that was becoming tough with all the toe stomping, not that Fall would say anything. They just smiled and continued guiding him to the best of their ability.

Fall of course noticed the near bashful tone when Nelras spoke, what kind of spy would they be if they didn’t? That meant they also heard the earnest in his voice, which made them glow with pride. “Eh, this is no problem, Chief. I’m happy to do it.” When the topic of money came up, Fall shook their head. “Nah, you don’ gotta pay me. I ain’t no gold hound.” That was, of course, a lie. Fall loved to get paid, they just didn’t want to be paid for something they normally did for free. “But uh, Chief, you’re standin’ on my foot again.”

Nelras was trying his best, truly.  Dancing in the Orlesian style wasn’t something that came naturally to him, no matter how much he practiced.  The improvements were slow, and the ball in Halamshiral was drawing ever nearer.

Still, of all the dance instructors he could have had, Fall was a good one.  Patient, kind, and handsome, he had to admit.

“Really, I insist, if for nothing else than the fact that I may have caused permanent damage to your toes.”  The Inquisitor gave a wry grin, which quickly fell as he was alerted to the position of his foot.

“Ah, see, that is exactly what I meant.”  A light flush crept up Nelras’s face and over his ears and he righted himself and placed his hands back in the proper positions, no longer treading on the rogue.

Fall: *has over 70 between blogs, 0 fucks given* XD

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