Could you write a lil something with M!Cousland and Morrigan both wanting to be all lovey dovey but their ego is making them all awkward?
I can certainly try.
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Cousland sighed, watching the drunk dwarf and the easy elf hop onto the bar and they started singing a drunken tune. Maker help him, he needed allies, but sometimes what he had to deal with was ridiculous.
“Enjoying the show, my dear warden?” Morrigan sauntered over and placed herself beside him on the bench at the table, her gold eyes watched his exasperation with amusement.
“Hardly, I may actually let you set them on fire this time.”
“It is an enticing idea.”
“Mmhm.”
Silence drifted between the two of them, while an argument sprung up between Zevran and Oghren about the proper way to kill a king. Cousland quickly blocked them out and instead looked over at Morrigan.
She was such a beautiful, powerful, wild woman. He found himself constantly thinking of her and appreciating her company, often finding himself wanting to show her his thanks as well. Well…in a way that did not involve a tent or a room, something driven by love and not lust.
“So…you look…lovely today.” Cousland shifted his eyes back to the debacle between Zevran and Oghren, unsure if he wanted to see her reaction.
“I have heard this from the bard already. I have not changed anything.”
“Well, you are beautiful nevertheless.” Cousland shifted stiffly in his seat and his gaze trailed back over, seeing Morrigan looking much like himself. A struggle going on beneath her cool exterior.
“I—thank you, you are handsome, as always.” Morrigan raised her hand, only to hesitate before dropping it on the table.
“Thank you…” Cousland coughed, Maker help him this wasn’t working. Trying a different approach Cousland leaned backwards and carefully set his arm behind Morrigan, the witch stiffened as she felt it. He watched her lean towards him, before stopping herself and uncertain about following through. Cousland felt unsure himself all-of-a-sudden and pulled his arm back, setting his hands on his knees and gripping his trousers tightly.
“Ugh, I don’t know if this is just painful or a Maker’s send.” Alistair slid into the seat across from the two of them, Cousland felt the temperature around them drop as Morrigan glared at Alistair.
“What is it you’re going on about, fool?”
“Watching the two of you in public, it's painful watching the two of you trying to be affectionate. On the plus side, I’m not forced to watch the two all over each other.
"You know nothing!” The air around Morrigan sparked.
“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” Alistair chuckled, the smug look on his face made Cousland glare at him too.
“We are fine! If I wish to show my affection, I can!” Morrigan looked positively livid, her glare sought to burn a hole through Alistair anytime now.
“Sure, I would never doubt a cold-hearted woman like yourself.”
Morrigan seemed to let out a small growl, Cousland jumping at the sound. He jolted as Morrigan suddenly straddled him and kissed him hard. Her surprisingly soft lips slid against his and her earthy taste surrounded him as she kissed him thoroughly. She pulled away with a scowl and a thick blush on her cheeks, Cousland not looking much better with his wide eyes.
A delayed, surprised sound slipped out of Alistair and it brought the two lovers back. Cousland cleared his throat and Morrigan glared harder at his chest, no doubt picturing Alistair instead.
“That was…interesting.” Cousland hesitated for a moment, his hands hovered in the air unsure what to do. Morrigan eventually pulled herself out of his lap and sat back down, acting as if the moment had never happened.
“Um—uh—going—now…” Alistair pulled himself up from the table and walked away, his face red and his entire being trembled.
“That was—nice, I would not be—opposed of doing that more.” Morrigan leaned back, peeking at Cousland from the corner of her eye before focusing back on Oghren and Zevran. The two buffoons wrestling each other in the middle of the tavern.
“Certainly not.”
