Why Artist Livestreams Make Such Great Inspiration
(This is not my story. But it was brilliant, and the author, Teapotter, gave me permission to post it. Many thanks, tea.
To explain, I was in an art livestream and as livestreams do, we got a little off topic. Healing the disparaged artist turned to tossing the healer character, Anders, at her, while turned to the mental image of him flailing off a catapult through the air, which turned into this glorious on-the-spot drabble.)
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Isabela was extremely determined that Anders should join into a threesome with Hawke and Fenris.
And while Anders had openly admitted he was attracted to Hawke, and found Fenris physically attractive as long as the elf kept his mouth shut...
He had never really thought that Isabela's plan would involve a catapult from the outskirts of Hightown and aimed at the Amell estate.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked, more than just a bit tipsy - and that was probably why he had agreed in the first place.
"Don't be a coward!" Isabela slurred, happily waving about her nearly empty bottle. "You're a healer, right? You just up and heal yourself!"
And then she pulled the lever.
"Oh my," Merrill muttered, wringing her hands as she looked up at the sky. "I didn't know shooting stars screamed..."
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"... Is he alive?" Fenris asked as Hawke searched through what had once been part of the ceiling and wall of their bedroom. "Because if he is, I'm going to kill him."
"Can I join threesome?" Anders asked in a daze, not entirely sure how he had managed enough wits to protect himself as he had flown straight at a solid wall.
"... Sorry, Fenris, I'm going to kill him first," Hawke said.
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And in the alienage, Merrill worried quite profusely as she heard another screaming star, this time going in the opposite direction. And Isabela crouched over the prone body within the crater, breathing fumes of booze everywhere. "Did you get the threesome?" she slurred.
