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seikilosTitle: Mere Curiosity
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Genre: Humour
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age: Inquisition.
Summary: Of course Cassandra isn't planning on writing stories herself. That would be ridiculous.
Author's Notes: Written forhickumu, who single-handedly met my first two fundraising goals on Patreon! As a perk, she got to request a drabble, and so here it is: something with Varric and Cassandra.
For anyone who'd be interested in contributing, the next milestone involving me writing fic nets everyone a 250-word fic of their choice. So, you know.
"Varric!"
"Yes, Cassandra?" he asks cautiously—but not too cautiously. Cassandra shifts on her feet; he has little to fear.
It takes a bit, but finally: "How do you . . . write as you do?"
He grins in spite of the possible danger. "Why? Thinking of writing stories yourself?"
"Don't be ridiculous!"
Still, she stays.
"It's nothing complicated. I read, I watch people, and I practice. That's it."
"You make it sound easy."
"You make swordplay look easy."
"Hm," she says and leaves.
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Later, he catches her writing. She covers her page when she notices him. He doesn't laugh, but it's close.
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Genre: Humour
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age: Inquisition.
Summary: Of course Cassandra isn't planning on writing stories herself. That would be ridiculous.
Author's Notes: Written for
hickumu, who single-handedly met my first two fundraising goals on Patreon! As a perk, she got to request a drabble, and so here it is: something with Varric and Cassandra.For anyone who'd be interested in contributing, the next milestone involving me writing fic nets everyone a 250-word fic of their choice. So, you know.
"Varric!"
"Yes, Cassandra?" he asks cautiously—but not too cautiously. Cassandra shifts on her feet; he has little to fear.
It takes a bit, but finally: "How do you . . . write as you do?"
He grins in spite of the possible danger. "Why? Thinking of writing stories yourself?"
"Don't be ridiculous!"
Still, she stays.
"It's nothing complicated. I read, I watch people, and I practice. That's it."
"You make it sound easy."
"You make swordplay look easy."
"Hm," she says and leaves.
Later, he catches her writing. She covers her page when she notices him. He doesn't laugh, but it's close.
