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Hm. This one’s actually pretty hard. 

See, I want to say Amity, because gun, and a tiny squishy gnome bard isn’t the best against a gun. But Izzy’s clever, and quick, and a caster on top of that, and Amity doesn’t tend to draw their gun on anyone they don’t have a real quarrel with (or, who they aren’t paid to shoot oops). But, also, Izzy could very easily make quarrel with Amity. The little shit.

Hey lovely vrash♡

Praline - a popular book you haven’t read yet? I sadly have not yet read the book form of Hidden Figures but t is very much on the TBR

Pairings: Cassandra/Varric Summary: Varric never mentions his birthday, but that doesn't mean Cassandra won't try and make it special. Somehow.  Written as a very late birthday gift for @vrashsun, who wanted for Cassarric. I hope this satisfies. 

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That Cassandra was able to figure out when his birthday was at all was the first miracle. It shouldn’t have surprised her at all that he didn’t call much attention to it - Who doesn’t, really? Even she loved to indulge a little on her birthday. “Indulge” for her, of course, meant a few hours to herself to read, maybe enjoy some frilly Orlesian sweets or good wine.

Varric had - damn him, wonderful man that he was - made her most recent birthday particularly special. Flowers, breakfast in bed, a novella he’d written just for her,  just for the occasion, and of course it was wonderful, and he read parts to her when she asked. He’d finished it all off with a candlelit dinner, followed by quite the amazing attention after.

She had felt so loved. So special. It had been everything she could have hoped for. How could she match that?

She knew he wouldn’t ask her to. In fact, she knew he wasn’t aware she even knew when his birthday was. Otherwise, he would have said it was just a few short weeks away. Surely he would have mentioned it, even in casual conversation. Wouldn’t he?

She wondered if he would mind that she knew. She wondered if he expected her to. She wondered, more than anything else, what she could do for him.

What gift would be worthy of Varric Tethras? Did it even exists?

I love how the constant from here and facebook so far has been the terrible dexterity

It’s quiet, today.

Everyone’s tired and scattered, taking in the rare chance to relax and just be. They’re lucky they have Whitestone. They’re lucky they’re all safe and together.

Vex made her rounds, checking on each of them in turn. Grog and Pike were content near the stables, Pike watching as Grog deadlifted a horse. She offered them each an apple from the basket she’s borrowed from the kitchen, but only Pike obliged.

She found Keyleth and her brother in the library, their heads together as they murmured over a book laid across both of their laps. Vex stopped at the door, slowing her breathing in hopes they wouldn’t hear her. They looked so peaceful, content. They deserved it after all the shit they’d been through.

She left them two apples on the table beside the door before sneaking away.

Scanlan demanded two apples the moment Vex knocked on his door.

“It’s brain food,” he promised, motioning the the parchment in his lap. She laughed, handed the apples over, and wished him luck on his songs.

Percy was the easiest to find. The moment they got back, he broke off from the rest of them to find his forge and hadn’t come out for anything, even breakfast.

She found him slumped at his workbench, fast asleep over his sketchbook. Vex sighed at the sight; it wasn’t the first time he’d worked through the night, and she knew it wasn’t the last.

“Percival,” She cleared her throat, setting the basket on the workbench. “Percy, wake up.”

“Mm... It’s rude to wake a man while he’s working, you know.” He blinked up at her with blurry eyes.

“Doesn’t look like you’re doing much work, right now,” she grinned, slipping his glasses on his face for him.

“Oh, well, I suppose not much. Ideas, though. Sleep harbors many ideas.”

“I’m sure it does.” She leaned against the table. “Why don’t you take a break from all your big ‘ideas? Take a walk with me.”

“Well,” He paused. She arched an eyebrow back at him, earning a grin. “Alright, for you.”

“Excellent.” She pushed off the table, grabbing her basket again. She barely waited for him to be on his feet before taking his arm and tugging him toward the door.

Whitestone, as a rule, was usually overcast. But on some rare occasions, like today, the sun peaked through a few gaps in the thinning clouds. Vex’alia and Percy walk in silence over the grounds for some time, before reaching the nice patch of grass where Vex left Trinket earlier that day. He was still there, rolling around and enjoying the warmth, when they found him.

The moment Trinket spotted Vex, he let out a fond roar and rolled on to his back.

“Show off.” Vex smiled and led Percy down to the bear, giving him a good scratch on his upturned belly.

“He’s smart, enjoying the nice day.” Percy nodded his approval.

“He’s always smart,” Vex corrected him. “But you’re right. He knows when to take a break.” The look she shot him wasn’t lost on Percy.

“I’m here, I’m taking a break. Aren’t I?”

Her eyes flicked over his face; calculating, questioning. “I suppose. But you could do to take care of yourself, too.”

“Like?”

“Like,” she held up the basket of apples, quirking a brow. “When was the last time you ate?”

She could see him trying to count the hours, debate what counted as eating, and finally come up short. “I think there some scones when we got in last night?”

It took one more moment of her lifted eyebrow before he relented and took an apple from the basket. A good showy bite was enough to have Vex grinning with an air of victory that wasn’t likely to be dampened easily.

“Better.” She moved past him. Trinket gave a grunt, letting Vex join him in the grass and lean against him. Once she was comfortable, she looked back up at Percy. He was already eyeing her, one hand on his hip as he bit into the apple again.

“You’re staring, Percival.”

“I am.”

I thought you were a fan of politeness. It’s not polite to stare.”

He gave a shrug, took another bite.

Vex tried to ignore it, but the look on his face wasn’t negligible. She sat up a little straighter.

“Alright, tell me. What are you staring at?”

He smiled behind his apple. “Just you.”

“Me?” She gave a short laugh. “Should I be winking right now?”

He gave a laugh of his own, finishing the apple. “I don’t know. You’ve used that wink on a lot of people. But I don’t know if you’ve used it on anyone you’re not trying to scam.”

“Oh, that’s not true.” She watched him toss the apple core to Trinket. “I’ve used it on Jared. And Gilmore, I think.”

“Alright, not scams. But still.” He took a seat beside her, half propped against Trinket.

“Still. What’s wrong with my winks?”

“I just wonder sometimes.” He tipped his head back onto Trinket, eyes closed. “Do you use it when you actually like someone?”

“Do I- Oh.” She looked away. “I mean, sure. I could. I would.”

“You would.” He hummed. “If?”

“If I was sure.”

Silence fell over them for a long moment, interrupted only by the rumbling snores from Trinket. Another few minutes ticked by before Vex glanced back at Percy, only to find him staring at her again. She swallowed.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He gave a small smile. “Just... The sun’s nice. It’s sort of making your hair glow. I mean, technically it’s just reflecting off of it because- Well. I mean, it’s rather shiny, isn’t it? Your hair I mean.”

Vex smiled despite herself. “You’re babbling, you know.”

He let out a breath. “I know.”

“Don’t worry,” she shifted to lean against him. “It’s cute when you babble.”

He gave a small smile. “Flatterer.”

Are you writing a fic for that pic too? That’s awesome!

“Rules: In a text post list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes and don’t think too hard- they don’t have to be “right” or “great’ works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends including me so I’ll see your list.”

1. Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett. 2. The Fault in our Stars - John Green 3. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck 4. The Perks of being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky 5. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald 6. The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins 7. The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger 8. It - Stephen King 9. Will Grayson, Will Grayson - David Leviathan & John Green 10. Frankenstein - Mary Shelley.