2 for the wip game! :D
wip game
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i have so many pages of this one handwritten i neeeeed to get off my ass and type it!!!! i got a little unhappy with it bc i think i was being too uh... methodical with the details when i can skip more (me @ myself: we do not need to go through every question in this pub quiz, just enough to set the vibe!). but on the bright side it is i think the only oneshot wip that is still on this list from last time i did this!!!
the basic premise is solas takes ian to his friends' (thora, cadri, iron bull, josephine but she's busy that night) pub trivia night as a means to get to know him better. it is full of both fluffy and cringe. solas is taking Ls all night until mayhaps he takes a W.
Beside Solas, Thora leans on the bar, elbows in line with her shoulders. He mimics her posture, the height more to his satisfaction than hers. He feels her eyes upon him, studying, and does his best to remain neutral-faced. Still, she gives a little smile, saying, “Been a while since I’ve seen you like this.” “It has been a while since I’ve felt like this,” he confesses, grateful for the nearby music of metal spoons stirring against glass, an easy cover for his weakness. “Nervous?” “Yes.” He nearly laughs his answer. “I would like tonight to go well.” “It will. He likes you, I can tell.” “That does not mean it can’t go wrong.” “Doesn’t mean it will, either.” She nudges him with her elbow. “Come on, you better head back. He’s looking this way.” Instinctively, he turns, gaze met with the back of Ian’s head. Her elbow digs into him again, needling rather than comforting. “Gotcha,” she laughs. “Would’ve been cute if he were, though.”



















