how about "Shelter from Thunderstorm in Cave" + either Iwyn & Branwen or Elohir & Rhuwen? siblings getting into trouble is always fun :)
Thank you so much. It was so fun writing some kid shenanigans - I haven’t done that too much, but I should! For @dadrunkwriting
Fandom: Dragon Age. Words: 609
Elohir and Rhuwen Lavellan | Future / post Trespasser | gen? kidfic?
Rating: G. Original Solavellan children, background Iwyn Lavellan x Solas, Lavellan family, magic head canons
“This is boring.” Rhuwen kicks a stone. It bounces off a cliff, ricochets, and lands in the waves with a small splash.
“Be patient,” Elohir says.
Rhuwen sighs, rolls his eyes, and kicks another stone. This one ricochets in the other direction and hits his brother’s shin.
“Elgar’nan’s ass!”
“Don’t swear. I’ll tell mamae.”
“She’ll just have papae tell an actual story about Elgar’nan’s ass. And it’ll be weird.” Elohir makes a face.
“Whatever. Are you done?” Rhuwen looks up at the grey spring skies. “You’re not going to be able to do it. You’ve seen uncle Branwen do it, like, twice. I wanna go find the nug babies.”
“Of course I can do it.”
“Magic takes determinatiad practice.”
“Determined. Stop sounding like papae, and let me try this.”
“Once more and then I’ll go look for nugs without you.”
Elohir looks over the sea again. He plants his feet apart, and calls his magic. Breathes it in, and out, and pulls the sky towards him. It looks darker above him, and he does it again.
A big, fat raindrop lands on Rhuwen. Then another, and another.
“You did it!” Rhuwens grins, and Elohir grins back.
“I did it!! Just like uncle Branwen!”
The boys high five, rain pouring over their faces. Above them, the sky grows darker, and the rain falls heavier.
“So, now you stop it, right?”
Elohir concentrates again, this time trying to pull the clouds apart. That’s harder. He’s seen Uncle Branwen do it though, scattering the rain and letting the sunlight through. It wasn’t like this though, just a tiny controlled demonstration. Elohir pushes again, and the clouds rumble. It’s not working.
Lightning strikes the ocean.
“Eli…” Rhuwen pulls on his arm. Lightning strikes again, filling the sky above the ocean. Rhuwen yelps and clings to him.
“We need to get cover. Come. Let’s go.”
Elohir pulls on Rhuwen’s arm, leading him away from the short and into the forest. Don’t be under the trees in a lightning storm, he once heard, but the cliffs and the beach are scary. It’s pouring and cold, no trace of warm spring left.
“We should go home,” Rhuwen says.
“It’s too far. I know there’s a cave here.”
Rhuwen nods and Elohir keep going, holding his brother’s hand. He knows it here, up to the left from the cove. There were here last summer. It looks different now, though, in the rain and the budding trees.
“The cliff, that way,” Rhuwen says, and he’s right. The cave is in a cliff and it’s over that way. Lightning flashes, and the thunder rolls right on top of it. Th. e boys look at each other, and starts to run, scrambling through the underbrush.
They run for the cave and dive inside. It’s dark and a little damp, but the ground is dry. Elohir sinks to floor. What if the rain continues? What if no-ones finds them, what if they have to spend the night here, and it’s cold and it’s his fault, and –
A light flashes, and Rhuwen’s magic sets fire to some old wooden crates. Someone must have used the cave, leaving debris. The fire is warm and nice, and Rhuwen grins.
“You’re going to get in so much trouble.”
Elohir hides his face in his hands.
“It was also totally cool.”
“Thanks. It was, right?”
Safe and warm, the boys grin at each other. They’ll get some lecture, but Elohir doesn’t regret it. He can do anything. Next time Uncle Dorian is visiting he’ll have to ask about necromancy. He bets he can do that too.
