#sam hamane

Aloys: You can get down.

Sam: :'(

Aloys: I could pick you up and put you on the floor but you can literally just put your feet down it's not even high.

Ooooo the unlucky number... it kinda fits when you know what’s to come ;)

So, hear me out, I really fucking love Dragon Age. And you know what that means? My brain did a thing. And when it does a thing? *It does a thing.* (You should see the doc I’m working on for the au honestly...) Anyways, I present you an inquisitor Ace going to the bal at the Winter Palace in Orlais and getting into... his own sets of troubles. Enjoy!

-A

ps: ofc Sam is Orlesian I mean come on!

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Sam had warned him hours, no weeks in advances to never trust the perfidious beauty of Orlais, for it was as treacherous as the one of a poisonous rose. From the golden halls and blue salons of the Winter Palace to the humbless of cottages, the Grand Game spread like a plague, infecting the hearts of the most nobles as well as the least, tarnishing, corrupting them as they engaged in its dangerous waltz. Ace had been warned over and over again about the cutthroat nature of Orlais’ Game, but only now, as he stood surrounded by wicked eyes and wicked hearts, did he truly understand the vicious nature of Sam’s homeland.

Glancing around the room, the Inquisitor took a deep breath as he noted the countless eyes fixated on him. Now would be a poor timing for good ol’ anxiety to show up, wouldn’t it? He squeezed Sam’s hand as they pulled him a little closer, speaking under their breath.

    “Stay clear of masks like mines;” they motionned to their own snake-like mask, “most members of my house would rather have you dead. Focus on Célène, she should be wearing a plain, silver one, and never take yours off, compris?”

He nodded, fingers brushing against it to be certain it wouldn’t fall off.

“Don’t sneak away for too long or they’ll notice your absence and there’s only so much some flirting can do. Oh, and one last thing…” Sam pulled him closer, wrapping their arms around his waist and leaning in for a loving kiss. “You’re dating Thedas’ best kisser, don’t get too disappointed by the others.”

“Arrête s’il-te-plaît…” he whispered, pushing out of their hold as Sam sighed.

“Ace, nobody here cares if-”

“I do.”

His lover bit their lip, nodding with a small huff. “I’ll stay in the ballroom.”

It was late at night when Aloys pushed the door opened for the first time after a tiring week spent chasing down a local landlord that had been extorting his tenants, whose salary was barely enough to afford food. Stretching slightly, the hitman glanced around the darkened room. Nothing out of place. That was always a good sign.

“Sam?”

No reply. The naga must indeed have been asleep. Taking off his boots, Aloys progressed into the darkened room and made his way to their bedroom. If Sam had managed to sleep, he was not about to be the one to wake them up, not when they had spent the last weeks running around without a halt.

Now in his room, Aloys sat down on the edge of the bed, took off his shirt -call this “being unable to sleep in a room over 35 degrees thanks to your forever cold lover”- and threw it in a corner. He’d pick it up in the morning. Laying on his back, he stayed like this for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling in an attempt to calm down his still buzzing mind. Something felt off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Huffing quietly, Aloys rolled on his side to put an arm over Sam and pull them closer, very much aware that meant he’d wake up with their tail tightly wrapped around his legs and their head on his chest. Not that he meant that in the slightest; if anything, seeing his loved one sleeping peacefully in his arms like that was the one reason he looked forward to waking up so early every morning. Except that instead of Sam, it was rather their absence that Aloys faced when he turned around, since the bed was seemingly empty beside him. His guts twisted painfully and his heart immediately starting racing in his chest; the last time they had been missing like that, Aloys had found Sam left for dead in a ditch.

“Sam?!” 

He sat up, glancing around the room in hopes he’d just find them asleep on the floor -they had been known to do this before- or something, but nothing. Standing up, he was about to call their name again when he heard a soft shifting noise and a confused whine from the bed. The assassin turned around and, lo and behold, found a sleepy Sam, trying to rub the sleep out of the serpentine eyes as they sit up in his robe.

“Aloys? Qu’est-ce qui-”

Nearly throwing himself back on the bed, he pulled them in his arms, hugging the naga tightly. 

“Are you okay?” They muttered, confusedly hugging him back.

Aloys pulled away, looking them up and down.

“I thought- where were you?”

“Sleeping?” Sam frowned. “I was a little cold and I know you can’t sleep when it’s to warm so I decided to turn into a snake and…” they lifted up the robe’s fabric, “I didn’t know when you’d be back.”

Aloys sighed with relief, pulling them down with him to lay on the bed again.

“Did you do that all week?”

“Sleeping with your robe while you were gone?” They wrapped the tip of their tail around his ankle, burying their face in the crook of his neck, “I might… It smells like you.”

He smiled softly.

“Does it?”

“Kinda…” They yawned, “you smell a lot better.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm…” Sam half-nodded, already falling back into sleep.

“I love you, Liebling.”

“Taim-...”

I changed the prompt a little to fit better but shhh. As usual, Enlish under!

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Aloys enfouit son visage contre ma manche, gémissant alors qu’il s’affala à mes côtés. L’attirant plus près de moi afin qu’il pose la tête sur mes genoux, je passai la main dans ses courts cheveux bruns.

« Mauvaise journée? »

« Très mauvaise, » il acquiesça. « Je travaille avec une bande d’imbéciles heureux et, au stade où j’en suis, j’aurai bientôt payé tant que j’aurai pu racheter tout le quartier. »

« Ils ont encore brisé quelque chose? » Je fronçai les sourcils : avec les collègues d’Aloys, les bris et autres problèmes étaient rendus une affaire quotidienne.

« J’ai brisé quelque chose… »

« Toi? »

Il se retourna sur son dos pour me fixer dans les yeux et je ne pus m’empêcher de me faire la réflexion qu’il était le plus bel homme n’ayant jamais existé. Son regard glissa à ma gauche et il eut un soupir avant de continuer.

« Rodrick a glissé et s’est retrouvé sur le convoyeur. J’ai paniqué et tiré trop sec sur la manette d’arrêt d’urgence. La chaine s’est arrêtée d’un seul coup et la moitié de la production s’est cassée. » Il se mordit l’intérieur de la joue. « Deux cents dollars, une suspension et un renvoi potentiel… »

Des larmes de frustrations montèrent aux yeux d’Aloys et je fus saisi de l’envie de faire une démonstration rapide des propriétés conductrices de la foudre à son patron.

« C’est pas ta faute. »

« Oh si! Ça l’est! Ils me l’ont clairement fait savoir en me pointant du doigt comme ça. »

Peut-importe ce qu’il pourrait bien vouloir en dire, Aloys était bien plus blessé qu’il ne tentait de le faire paraître.

« Aloys… »

« Je dois juste me faire à l’idée que je ne suis pas fait pour être un membre productif de la société. »

Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher de soupirer en l’entendant. Et c’est moi qui dramatise tout à la fin?

« Non. »

« Ja. »

« Nein! »

Il croisa les bras comme Julia lorsqu’elle était sur le point de faire une crise. Tel oncle telle nièce?

« Tu lui a sauvé la vie. Au diable le reste! Tu le dis toi-même, Aloys, toutes ces histoires de productivités ne veulent rien dire et n’existent que pour justifier l’exploitation de la classe ouvrière par la bourgeoisie! »

« … » Il lâcha un petit soupir, « ça ne m’empêche pas d’être inutile. »

« Carinyo… Regardes-moi. »

Aloys hésita un instant avant de me regarder.

« Tu n’es pas inutile, improductif ou quoique ce soit dans le genre, compris? »

« … »

« Carinyoooo! Fait moi confiance! Juste une fois. »

Après un autre silence, Aloys hocha finalement la tête, bien qu’il ne semble toujours pas si convaincu. Je souris, me penchant vers lui pour presser un baiser sur ses lèvres.

« T’aimi. »

« Ich dich auch, Liebling. »

👍 Strengths:

They're a fast learner and a quick thinker, which is capital in fights.

👎 Weaknesses:

23: Does your OC have a criminal record?

Has tried to get hit by lighting more than once strictly to see if they were also resistent to natural current or just their own;

No one knows where Sam's abilities come from, not even them, but they do know it's linked to their blood;

Sam doesn't have any "stable" cycling. There's no way for them to predict for how long they'll be manic or depressed and how much time they have in between the two. Medication does eventually help a lot to stabilize it though;

While Sam can think in English, they actively fight against it 99% of the time because they've seen too many people lose their mother tongue to speak English;