OC Kissing Week appears to have begun!
So, my first drabble goes to @vintdatingsimulator‘s lovely Kieren Lavellan, who will be sharing a smooch with Varlen! (full story is under the cut) <3
“All right, so… if you make it to the top of that tree, you will win… the mystery prize.” Varlen paused, making sure to let the silence drag on at the end to accumulate the appropriate amount of dramatic effect. With a smug grin, he hooked his thumbs into his belt as he eyed the other elf. The wager had been declared. Kieren’s fiery gaze shifted from Varlen, to the tree, and back to Varlen again, burning for the challenge, but also perplexed by it.
“Okay, so… you seriously want me to climb the tree for a prize without… telling me what the prize is?” Kieren crossed his arms, a playful look crossing his face. “I hope it’s good then. You know, I got this scar from falling from a tree!”
“Ooooh, an origin story,” Varlen chuckled warmly, slapping Kieren on the shoulder, “well then, you must be an expert tree climber, if you have a scar to prove it!”
“… Varlen that’s not really how—”
“— Enough!” Clapping his hands imperiously, Varlen gestured to the tree with a flourish. “Do you accept the challenge, or are you afraid?” He made sure to emphasise the last word, casting Kieren a side-long glance. Kieren was, after all, the type of person everyone in the Inquisition seemed to like. He was kind, a good listener… but Varlen wanted to see how he’d go with being surprised by something… well okay, rather silly. He wondered if Kieren would actually indulge him.
“Me? Afraid of climbing? Hardly.” Kieren had the smallest of smiles on his face – conspiratorial, almost – as strode up to the base of the tree. Varlen suddenly experienced a pang of doubt, his eyes narrowing as he watched the elf saunter away. He hadn’t really expected Kieren to take him up on the stupid test he’d devised… what, a whole minute ago? He didn’t actually have a prize for it! Varlen put on a fake smile, shielding his eyes from the sun as he watched Kieren start to make his way up the tree with ah… alarming deftness.
Great. Awesome.
Varlen shook his head slightly, but kept his eyes fixed on the other pale haired elf. It’s not over yet, he reasoned, trying not to worry too much. Kieren might not make it all the way to the top…
“… Is this good enough?” the melodious voice drifted down, tinged with victory, and Varlen felt the corners of his mouth tug downwards as Kieren waved from the highest branch, smiling with almost goofy elation.
Fenedhis.
