#telamera

“I’m going to need you to back away from me with that thing.” For such a tall man, it was far too amusing to Breanna to see him backing away from her like she was holding a poisonous animal. 

“What, this?”

“Bree, I can brush my own beard, thank you.”

“It’s just a brush! Let me do it!”

“The last time I let you brush my goatee, I ended up with ribbons in it.”

She held her hands out, fingers spread. “No ribbons. Just a brush.”

He still looked dubious, but with a grumble, he stopped trying to back away from her. Knowing him, he was going to consider that a mistake, later. She deligently combed his goatee, taking great care to make it even and trim like he favored it. Once she was done, she offered up a smile to him. “See? No ribbons.”

Fergus inspected himself in the mirror for a long while before nodding in approval. “Not bad, not bad at all.” Leaning down, he kissed her thoroughly, leaving her grinning like an idiot as she followed him out of the room.

It wasn’t until they got to the war table that Fergus figured out the flaw in having Breanna brush his goatee so meticulously.

His trim hair downright *sparkled* in the dark lights of the projector. But the actually hilarious part was that Theron’s lips did too.

Warden-Constable Cauthrien MacLean by @telamera

I wanted an update of her for the post-Trespasser timeline over at @thedastimelines. Fifteen years after the Blight & more than a decade after she joined the Grey Wardens, she’s got more grey in her hair & she’s picked up some more scars, but she’s not quite as serious as she used to be.

Bree has no issue with PDA. She jumps on Fergus’ back more often than she’s certain he likes for her to, and she’d tap his ass more often if it weren’t for the 300 pounds of plating he calls a uniform. Sheesh. She probably grabs either of her boys by the collar and pulls them down to her for a kiss before heading out for a mission. You never know.

Vay has no issue with PDA either, although she’ll be more respectful about it. She tries not to get hands-y at the War Table, for example. Usually. Sometimes she’ll pat Theron on the ass, but PDA there is mostly held to leaning up against him as everyone talks.

Jiri is more reserved, and will shun most PDA. Simple gestures are fine, but nothing explicit. Vector gets away with more than Theron does.

Vamien, seeing as he has next to no experience in this field, doesn’t tend to initiate it himself. So he largely follows Theron’s lead, and Theron is a fan of keeping things lowkey. 

It was difficult to forgive herself, when she realized what she’d done. Fergus was recovering from a wound that had solely been meant for her, and here she’d gone and slept with Theron, instead. Granted, it wasn’t like it was the first time - and Fergus had very much been present for that one - but she didn’t even know where they stood, let alone where things stood with Theron’s involvement.

But Fergus had come out of the kolto tank, recovering from the wound that could have ended him. She found out when his arms slipped around her, drawing her back against his chest and resting his head on the top of her own. “Hey.”

A gasp escaped her, her hands reaching to cover his own before squirming to turn around in his grasp. Bringing her hands up to his cheeks, she withdrew her head from under his as she beamed up at him, her eyes taking in the sight of him. “You’re awake! Why didn’t they tell me?”

“Wanted it to be a surprise, I’m sure. You could probably use a few positive surprises,” he replied, a smile of his own forming upon his lips. 

hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

This entire journey was almost becoming too much for her. Her years spent as a smuggler had not prepared her for the demands of leadership, for the demands of balancing a lifestyle that never really came into contact with her own. Force, schmorce, as far as she was concerned. Give her a good blaster, and she’d be just fine.

But now she had a voice in her head that wouldn’t shut up, and she was surrounded by Republic and Imperial personnel. Normally she would have avoided these people like a plague, but at this point, they’d saved her; risked everything to get her back. 

Yet even as she stood amongst a group that looked up to her, surrounded by people that called themselves her ally, she wanted nothing more than to be alone. To grab Fergus and just run. She never wanted this, never wanted any of this. And yet, she had been forced into it, all because of this damn voice in her head. Not to mention the fact that the universe wasn’t anything like she remembered it to be. 

I hate you (no I don’t, I love you forever, and I’m so happy you’re feeding my addiction). For the record, Breanna (smuggler) is mine, Faergus (trooper) is hers, and Theron is ours (aka, they’re in a poly-ship). I’m obviously making some assumptions here, so I’d be happy to hear if you think otherwise!

- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

Breanna and Fergs are open about being in a relationship. Theron’s element is more secretive, I think. Theron thinks it’s enough of a security risk that the alliance leaders are linked to each other - to air another potential weak point is unwise.

Bree stops giving a fuck after a certain point and just jumps on Theron’s back at the base sometimes, until he gives in to her demands (usually to come to bed - I also headcanon that Fergs threatens Theron with this same action once and Theron just gawks and immediately turns heel to the bedroom).

- Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

I can see Bree finishing sentences, for some reason. Sometimes she’ll cut in with something that they definitely wouldn’t say (”What’s in it for me?”, much?). She wears them down on nicknames, though, with her need to give everyone a nickname (Koth will eternally be known as ‘Three’ for that ‘three minutes’ stunt, istg).

- How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross?

Well, we know what Theron would do. >.> I think Fergs would risk anything for Bree, and I’m assuming for Theron? He might think Theron is better equipped to handle things than Bree is, though? And I don’t mean that in a sexist way, I mean that in a ‘better trained’ way. So he might not take the same risks that he would for Bree. imo?

Bree... she’d be reckless for them both, even at risk of herself. She knows Faergus is more than capable of defending himself, but if she sees a chance to do something to help him if he’s in a tight spot, she’ll take it, no matter the circs. For Theron? Yea, she’d be stupid reckless, too. That Rishi bit? She probably got hit more times than normal just charging into the base to save him.

*cracks knuckles* Gonna start with the one you know, and who I’ve never mentioned here before. 

-Breanna: Absolutely the jealous type. If someone looks at Faergus, she will glare them down! She’s more territorial of "Boots” than she is of Theron, but jealousy will flare up if someone flirts with Theron, too. If Theron and Boots flirt with each other, I dunno HOW she’ll react.

-Vayllaa: She can be, but she knows Theron is loyal to her. She’ll lay claim to him later, privately. *wicked grin*

-Raexya: She doesn’t give in to jealousy, it’s not worth her time. Quinn is loyal to her, to a fault (now). She has nothing to be jealous of, because he won’t give into temptation.

It always amused her how often she was allowed into meetings. Super classified, hush hush, the Republic is on the line! But usually she got to join him, since he vouched for her. It was rare that she wasn’t in on the mission briefing - even Garza was getting used to her. Sorta.

Okay, maybe not.

But Belsavis was interesting. Breanna got to see what it was like for a squad that screwed up - and the results of that. When the Republic wants to scapegoat you, man, they go all out! 

Things were starting to get rough, though, and the leader of Dagger Wing, the glue that kept them all together, had gone after the man that had put their unit on this hellhole. She couldn’t really blame him, but she had a sinking suspicion that things were about to get dicey.

Sure enough, the damn Sith was in a fight with the man. Force-damned military and their sense of honor. What’s the point of going up against a Sith? 

And yet, whatever that sound was didn’t sound like something she wanted to be anywhere near. She looked over at Faergus. “Bowie and I got this. I’ll catch up with you.” 

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” he informed her and she scowled. 

“Boots, don’t be stupid! He’s gonna get away, and we’re going to kick ourselves for it! I got this, trust me!” But Faergus was making no intent to move, instead readying himself for whatever was growling and shaking the room.

A glance behind her told her that the Sith was now out of sight. Breanna cursed and shook her head, starting to bolt down the hall. “Catch me once you’re done with that thing!” 

She bolted after the Sith, ignoring Faergus’ shouts to stop her. A human against a Sith. She really was a mad-woman. Boots and his damn goody-two-shoes mentality was getting to her. These were good men, and they sure as hell didn’t deserve the shit they got.