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prompt: Garth / Lucien Fairfax - [free write, part 1]
labelled: mild angst
prompt: Reaver / Garth - tangled sheets
labelled: sexual content, vulgarity
Samarkand’s arid, unforgiving atmosphere seemed to have taken its toll on Reaver. Whilst Garth slipped into gauzy garments and basked in the burning sun, the pirate languished in his rich, tailored garb, his hair wilting and weeping fragrant oils, his scowl seemingly seared into his face.
At least the taxing heat kept him out of Garth’s way.
His gaze slid towards the west as he sauntered back to the inn — one did not hurry in such climates unless one had to. Koshlok was a fine city, a comparatively bustling port city with plenty to see and do, but it wasn’t home.
Neither, apparently, was Tir’qun. The western clanhold was closed to him, to his children, to his children’s children and whomever might follow.
The sun shimmered tremulously on the horizon, and Garth was forced to look away.
He didn’t come here to feel sorry for himself. This was a vacation. He was supposed to feel grounded, not like chaff in the wind.
He slipped out of the flat, open shoes and absently dusted off the soles of his feet before stepping into the small room he was renting. The shade was sweet, like the first sip of cool water; the filmy curtains drifted lazily over the squares carved into the stone, simulating a breeze that Garth knew didn’t really exist. Not here.
He set down the mesh bag of victuals on the counter, catching one of the vivid red fruits in hand before it could roll away. The bedroom was even cooler, facing south, its walls broken by only one small window; Garth bit into the fruit as he entered this sanctuary, sweet juice running down his chin.
And then he stopped short, swallowing too quickly and eliciting a coughing fit.
“I’m sorry, did I frighten you?” Reaver unfolded himself from the fetching, face-down position in which he’d been arranged on Garth’s white bed, stretching lazily. He was nude, of course, but that wasn’t nearly as startling as his location. “You took so long, I almost fell asleep. You really shouldn’t keep a man waiting, you know — that’s impolite.”
“What are you doing— get out—” Garth spluttered, swiping a hand over his mouth and jabbing a finger towards the door.
“Oh, no, no, no,” the pirate chuckled, tossing his head. Sleek black locks obediently flipped out of his face, only to come tumbling back in as he rearranged himself coyly on the fluffed pillows. “Is that any way to treat a guest? Come, Garth, your precious homeland has disappointed me. I demand a consolation prize.”
“A consolation prize.” Incredulity sharpened Garth’s voice as he repeated the statement.
“You. Me. Bed. Now.” He pointed at each person and thing in turn, his voice punching the word “now” as if he could get what he wanted by intimidation alone.
Perhaps in Bloodstone, Garth thought acidly.
“I’m not doing that with you. Get out of my flat.”
Reaver merely smiled, a snake’s expression, slithering off the bed and sauntering towards Garth. He swayed his hips as he walked, like a whore, unabashed and sly.
Like a serpent, winding towards its prey — rhythmic motion to hypnotise the rabbit.
And then he struck, a hand clamped around the mage’s throat, the crack of skull and shoulder blades on stone. Lights exploded in Garth’s optic nerves, and he ground his teeth tight, suppressing a cry of surprise.
“I find you utterly insufferable, you know that?” Reaver’s breath was cool despite the heat billowing off his flesh, cool and fragrant. “Your attitude stinks. You are a bore and a killjoy. And you have no sense of self-preservation.
Fucking you might have distracted me from the insatiable urge I’ve had tokill youfrom the moment I met you!”
The hand squeezed, and Garth’s brain cells screamed in pain, his throat working uselessly against the vile flesh that held it bound.
“Your precious friends aren’t here, Garth. If I returned to Albion and told them you’d stayed behind, they’d believe me. Oh, and they’d have no choice, wouldn’t they?”
A shake and a shove, and he let Garth go, turning his back and gliding towards the window. His voice transformed, easing away from the tight, mad snarl and back to the drawling lilt of a man with too much of the world at his disposal.
“Ugh. Much too hot for all of that, don’t you think? How about we… start over, yes?”
Garth massaged his throat with trembling fingers and marvelled that he hadn’t blasted the pirate to pieces — even knowing the consequences he would suffer if he ever performed destructive magic in Samarkand again.
In due time, he thought as he grit his teeth and contemplated how quickly their one-sided union could be over.
In due time.
prompt: Lucien Fairfax / Garth - the other side of the story
labelled: no warnings apply
project: Fabled Thedas / Albion Age
prompt: Garth [F2] / Elliot [F3] - Lothering
labelled: no warnings apply
project: The Great Thalbion Project Fabled Thedas / Albion Age
prompt: Sten [DAO] / Alistair [DAO] - mistaken identity / Westcliff
labelled: no warnings apply
prompt: Orsino / Marethari - questioning beliefs
labelled: no warnings apply
The idea behind this crossover is actually twofold. The characters of the Fable universe (primarily Fable 2 and 3, as those are the games whose characters i know well) will be ‘ported into the Dragon Age universe, of course — but also vice versa.
The generator created for this project has four variable slots:
First character / Second character / Prompt phrase — Location
“Location” determines whether the ficlet will be set in Thedas or Albion, and in which specific location (Lowtown, Brecilian Forest, Bowerstone, Wraithmarsh…).In this way, i hope to both develop my understanding of Thedosian lore and encourage thought about previously-undeveloped Alban lore, evincing a more comprehensive and three-dimensional knowledge of both worlds and their denizens. You learn much more about a character when you yoink him out of his comfort zone and place him in a new and unfamiliar environment, and perhaps that is what will happen here.
Or, the entire thing will crash and burn because it’s too hairy and too ambitious. But i’m too foolish to believe that will happen just yet.
- Ficlets posted on dansmourir that belong to the project will say so, and the characters in the “prompt:” field will bear indicators as to which game they originally belong.
- The project itself is wholly mine, but i welcome any discussion or even dissent on how a character was crossed over, or how i could cross a difficult character over.
- Any fudged lore on my part should be brought to my attention immediately so i don’t make a further fool of myself (well, more so that my knowledge is corrected, of course).
- Prompts are still accepted, just like with anything else.
It is a constant work-in-progress, and i’m really just making things up as i go along. Just something to keep in mind~.
(Source: blackthirteen)
project: The Great Thalbion Project
prompt: Garth [F2] / Fenris [DA2] - waiting here for you / Hightown
labelled: no warnings apply
prompt: Aveline Vallen / f!Hawke - not tonight
labelled: no warnings apply
