#bellassan

I got TWO tags for WIP Wednesday today and I finally actually did some writing so I'm gonna mix up the two I was tagged in by @luzial and @gefionne because I AM A LAWLESS RAPSCALLION. Tagging @elfyroot @opal-apparition @theriothag @christeeenith and @vanillastrange who are all under no obligation to use the same format or even do the thing, but I assume would revel in my unhinged joy.

The next thing I'll post will almost certainly be Ch. 11 of Raid Nights, which I'm having a couple wonderful friends look over now. I've shared a couple snippets before and mentioned this elsewhere, but be ye prepared for the smut:

“What do you want to do tonight?” She leaned over the back of the couch, her hair drifting over her shoulder and hanging above him, providing an ample view of her chest from below mostly on purpose. His eyes flitted to the end of whatever paragraph he was reading before he glanced up with a brief double take, his attention clearly redirected. “I am… flexible. Whatever sounds like fun,” he reached a hand up to run his fingers through her trailing, wavy hair and she gave him a lopsided smirk. “I’m very aware of your flexibility, sweetie. But I want to know what you’d like to do.”

We all know what he'd like to do. 😏

Now for the other fun part - First Lines. I also have entirely too many WIPs, but it was fun to open them all up and see where they all are. I don’t know that all of them will come to fruition, but it was still a great exercise. So here's the first line from anything I haven't yet posted.

1. Raid Nights - Ch. 11 - WoW/Dragon Age AU Solavellan

As Ellana began to spend more time with Solas, she began to realize her compulsion to play WoW had been much less about an enjoyment for the game than it was a craving for companionship.

2. The Dalish Champion - Part II - Dragon Age Alternate Timeline

As an early riser, Ame’lin was not taken by surprise when the sharp knock came at her door.

3. TBD (The Gym Trainer AU) - Dragon Age Modern AU - Solavellan

There was a moment when he realized, as his elbows locked above him and his arms began to tremble, that he had overestimated how far his recovery had come.

4. A Veiled Heart - Dragon Age Inquisition retelling, Solavellan

Never in my life did I think I’d have the honor of digging into as renown a Dalish hero’s history than that of Inquisitor Lavellan.

5. TBD - Dragon Age AU - Bellassan

“And you think it will work?”

“I know it will work, Inquisitor. What I do not know is whether enough of what once was remains within.”

6. A Moment in Mind - Dragon Age one-shot, Solavellan, Veilguard AU

The knock on the frame of Lavellan's room was nervously loud, and Rook kicked herself at the trembling in her fist.

7. To Be Redeemed - World of Warcraft - Arator/OC

Arator removed his helm as he descended the stairs below Light’s Hope Chapel.

Siri had forgiven Obi-Wan for Ferus’s disappearance (kidnapping, more like) but that hadn’t prevented a slight coolness in her crisp decision that she and Ferus would take her smaller ship back to Coruscant, while Obi-Wan and Anakin could transport Rana and the squad of students to Coruscant separately. Only really meant for one person, her ship wouldn’t be able to fit everyone. Obi-Wan had seemed to almost suggest that Ferus would have more room to be comfortable on the larger transport, but seen a flash in Siri’s eyes and thought better of it. She doesn’t blame him; she can’t hold him responsible for something he hadn’t known about, but that doesn’t mean she’s about to put her Padawan right back into his care.

She’s been in the cockpit since takeoff. She isn’t angry with Obi-Wan. She isn’t. It isn’t his fault, and she knows that. There’s no part of her that blames him, and yet there’s still a part of her that’s shaken. Ferus is her responsibility. She’d trusted his safety to someone else, and she’d found him locked in an empty, moldy utility room that was little more than a cell. He could have been hurt -- he could have been killed. If they’d found him with Gillam’s datapad, if they’d overheard the message he’d left her... she stops herself. Jedi do not deal in ifs. He isn’t hurt, he isn’t dead. Stop it. 

Stephanie had been watching this guy. She’d seen him a few times now, in the hotbed of crime. But he wore no uniform (or costume, whichever) and she couldn’t figure out what his deal was.

So--asking.

He was on his way out of the crime scene when Steph, dressed in the full Batgirl shebang, dropped onto the roof behind him.

Kicking his heel back lightly into one of the chair legs, Ferus shook his head.  “We both know some bounty hunter wasn't worth her death.”

“No,” Obi-Wan agreed, lowering his voice. “She was worth far more.”

          he paused, realizing he might have intruded on a quiet moment.  “ sorry ––– i hope i’m not interrupting anything. ” // @bellassan

Much too wild for a young princess. Leia had already secured a way out of the tower which held her bedroom; a long line of sheets and towels were secured together which would easily place her on the palace grounds. She gripped her creation tightly and secured herself to it, feet dangling off the edge of the balcony; Leia took a deep breath, situated herself, checked her rope one last time and propelled herself off and downwards.

It was almost too easy. She landed on the ground almost effortlessly and was able to make her way silently past the guards. She had been training with many of them, on top of her own private training; it had clearly paid off.

She had already scaled most of the way outside of the palace wall when she caught a glimpse of a figure--and she knew who it was immediately.

“Fess.” Kriff. She was in trouble now.

He always seemed three steps ahead of her. ( How was he always around? )  It drove her completely mad. She dropped to the ground with a small thud, her defeat evident.