OC KISS WEEK 2017

Day Four: Heated Kiss - Amelia/Kaynik

“Ugh!” Amelia exclaimed vehemently and leaned closer to the small fan in front of her. “Why is it so freaking hot in here?”

Glancing up from the datapad in his hand, Kaynik paused in answering, an amused trill filling his throat. She had already rolled up her sleeves and tied her sweat-dampened curls up and away from her face, but it had done little to dispel the flush on her cheeks or the sweat beading on her brow. “I had not noticed,” he admitted honestly and set the datapad aside. “However, with the cooling systems down, it will only grow hotter as we grow closer to noon.”

She scoffed. “Gee, thanks, babe.” With a roll of her eyes, she turned away from him, shoulders hunched as she fiddled with the settings on the fan. “Stupid lizard,” she muttered without any real venom.

Kaynik watched her for a moment, fondness and curiosity in his gaze as he traced her frustrated posture. He paused as he came to the rigid line of her shoulders and the strip of pale skin between the collar of her uniform and her hairline; he could see that she was sweating there, too, and he hummed. With a quick glance at the clock—they had time—he shifted in his chair and leaned over her, watching as she glared at the fan. She stiffened as she felt him against her back, but she did nothing more than cast a curious look over her shoulder. He offered her a smile and bent closer, nuzzling her nape.

“Dross,” she said dryly, “I’m sweating to death over here and you think now is a good time to cuddle?”

He kissed her neck and smiled at the involuntary hitch in her breathing. “To be honest, cuddling was not quite what I had in mind,” he murmured, the taste of salt on his tongue.

“Oh?” She shrugged away from his touch before turning in her chair to face him. There was a hint of a challenge in her smile. “And what makes you think I’d even be in the mood for that?”

Chuckling, he leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, watching as she chased after him when he leaned back. “Well, at the very least,” he said before bending to kiss her again, a deep purr filling his throat. “You’ll be wearing fewer clothes.”

Her brows rose and she snickered against his mouth, lifting her arms to circle his neck. “Well shit,” she murmured between more kisses, each more heated than the last. “Count me in.”

OC KISS WEEK 2017

Day Three: Surprise Kiss - Lissa/Rahlen

Lissa was more than grateful for the hiding places that Liadan and Sera had discovered within the first few weeks at Skyhold, even if it meant doing something completely foolish and childish. She peeked over the edge of the moss-covered wall before her, and watched as both the Commander and the Seeker led the king across the courtyard, pointing out vantages and defenses and Maker knew whatever else. Something dull, no doubt, she thought with a small smile.

King Alistair had arrived earlier that week, along with his wife, the Queen Rythlen, and their eldest child, Rahlen, to speak with both Lissa and Liadan about what had happened at Weisshaupt. They had prepared a series of small feasts, much to Josephine and Vivienne’s delight, and for the most part, enjoyed the company of Fereldan’s monarchs.

In fact, Lissa had truly enjoyed speaking with the king and queen, especially the queen—it had been the prince that Lissa was having a difficult time growing used to. He was kind, certainly, and charismatic, and entirely too handsome.

Liadan had gotten along with Rahlen just fine. Big surprise. In fact, the two of them had sparred just yesterday, and Lissa had sent a silent, guilty prayer heavenward at the opportunity to see the young prince in simple clothes. The best part had been the loose collar of his white cotton shirt.

Her face had been obviously flushed by the time the two had finished their match, and she remembered the way they had moved toward her, talking and sweating and—Well, she was used to Liadan walking about half-dressed and skin damp with sweat, but the sight of Rahlen beside her, his dark hair pulled back from his face and his mouth curved up into a wide smile, had Lissa’s heart beating wildly in her chest. They had both climbed the main stairs together, laughing at something the prince had said, when Liadan noticed her hovering near the door.

“What did you think of that match, Lis?” she asked, a knowing look in her pale eyes.

Swallowing heavily, Lissa tried to ignore the intrigued expression on Rahlen’s face. “I thought the two of you both did well.”

“A diplomatic answer.” The prince chuckled. “You were right, Liadan, she is far better at diplomacy than you.”

“Well, I cannot be perfect at everything,” the elf replied easily. “See you both at dinner, then. I’m off to clean up. Would not want the Madame frowning at me all throughout the meal.”

Lissa was alone with the prince before she could think of a way to join Liadan. Blast that elf. She knows I— “I suppose I should let you freshen up, as well.”

“We have a bit of time.” He inclined his head and held out one hand in invitation. “I should like the chance to talk with the Herald of Andraste.” As her lips parted to immediately refuse, he ducked his head further, his expression earnest. “Without my parents monopolizing her attention and her Inquisitor fending off all my advances.”

“Advances?” she squeaked. “W-what do you mean?”

Rahlen took a step toward her, his pale eyes watching her carefully. He shifted and lifted one arm, resting his palm on the stone wall behind her. “Was I not being obvious enough?”

She forced her gaze to shift from the curve of his bicep and up to his face, noting with a quickening of her heart, that there were sweat-dampened strands of dark hair falling over his brow and into his lovely eyes. Just what color could she call them? “Obvious?” she echoed weakly as her shoulders came into contact with the wall. “I-I’m afraid I wasn’t paying close enough attention.”

“Are you paying attention now?” he asked, his voice nearly as warm as his breath against her lips.

“Lissa?” Liadan’s voice broke through her thoughts, and Lissa stood up straight with a small yelp. Her friend blinked up at her, her expression nonplussed. “I asked if you were paying attention. I assume from that blood-curdling scream that you were not.”

Lifting shaking hands to her burning cheeks, Lissa searched for words. “You—I—what?”

Liadan’s pale brows furrowed and she gave Lissa a long look before she glanced over the wall she had been hiding behind. Most everyone in the courtyard was staring up at them, the royal family included. She turned back to Lissa with a look that was entirely too knowing. “Lissa Trevelyan,” she said with glee, “were you daydreaming about the prince again?”

Character creators:  Lissa Trevelyan (me)  Liadan Lavellan ( @onewngdseraph ) Rahlen Theirin ( @picchar ) 

OC Kiss Week 2017

Day Two: Emotional Kiss - Halothra/Yuyadwyth from our DnD campaign

There was a surprising lack of noise as Yuyadwyth found herself racing across the battlefield, dodging more darklings and leaping over Valken’s outstretched arm as he worked to rip his axe from the split ribs of one fallen seelie. She saw the sheer blue wave of one of Skala’s Eldritch Blasts send several darklings skittering, flailing madly; Tetzl’s voice seemed far away as he called to the others to cover her back as she pressed on. His butterfly swords flashed and her path was clear.

Yuya slid to a stuttered stop beside their healer’s motionless body, her hands fluttering over Hal’s torso before she began pulling on leather straps and removing the dawrf’s plate armor. “Don’t you die on me, Halothra,” she said, and the words were as close to a prayer as the irreverent half-elf would ever get. More words tumbled from her lips, lost in her desperate search for the wound that had brought the paladin down, but there was nothing, nothing, nothing.

She glanced up to Hal’s face, noting her paling skin and the blue tint that crept along her lips. Shifting her fingers to the side of her comrade’s throat, Yuya waited one second, two … nothing but the rumble of the earth beneath her as their goliath began charging. “C’mon, c’mon!” she whispered, feeling Hal’s brow and cheeks and finding the dwarf far too cold. “No blood, no poison—what did they hit you with?”

But Halothra could not answer.

“No time, no time!” she hissed and began to rub her palms together, pale green light flickering between her hands. Her lips parted to let out a short, frustrated scream, and with her own inspiration guiding her, Yuya cast her spell, hoping, hoping, hoping, it would be enough.

But even as the light spread to Halothra’s unmoving form, and the color began to return to her face, the dwarf did not stir. Yuya continued the spell, ignoring the weariness that swept over her, and as Skala shrieked gleefully behind her, she bent over the dwarf. One hand came to tilt Hal’s head back, the other firmly pinched her nose shut. With one last, “Please, Halothra,” Yuya bent and pressed her mouth to Hal’s, ignoring the still-too cold sensation of her lips, and breathed.

OC KISS WEEK 2017

Day One: Good Morning Kiss - Liadan/Lissa from our AU

It was a quiet morning, a slow morning. There was no rush to get dressed and out the door, or flustered returns to grab paperwork or forgotten keys. No, this was a simple, relaxed, slightly rainy morning, and there was a fresh pot of coffee brewing, and a warm, half-eaten muffin on the plate before her. In other words, it was Lissa’s favorite kind of morning.

Liadan’s soft footfalls crossed the living room and paused near the kitchen island before circling the apartment. Watering the plants, no doubt, Lissa thought as she turned the page of her newspaper.

There was the faint displacement of air, and then she felt soft, warm fingers slide across her nape, dislodging the heavy copper, curtain of her hair. “I’m going to go for my run now, ma’halla. Be sure to pull your things from the dryer so I can switch out my laundry when I get back.”

Lissa hummed and tilted her head, accepting the chaste kiss Liadan pressed to her forehead. “Have a good run, babe,” she mumbled, blindly reaching for another bite of muffin.

“Thank you.” The elf chuckled against her curls. “Enjoy your newspaper.” Her touch disappeared and a moment later, the apartment door opened and closed.

It took a moment, but Lissa let the printed pages slowly sink to the table top and she looked up, blinking at the empty kitchen. “Wait, what?”