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Sten/Warden of your choice, trying qunari tea for the first time
Phil blows, sips, grimaces. “It’s really strong, Sten.”
“It comes with the territory.”
“I like it this way, though.”
Anders/Isabela, Victorian England
“That trick of yours,” pants Isabela as she pulls her skirts down with theatrical modesty, “is simply galvanising.”
A mabari pup imprints on Nathaniel. (Post-Awakening, pre-Chantryboom, no pairings)
“At least you trust me,” Nathaniel grumbles, closing his eyes as the ball of fur laves his nose with affection.
Isabela/Aveline, old ladies in a nursing home
“Give me back my teeth, whore.”
“Whatever for? You don’t need them to eat porridge. Or please Donnic.”
Javert and Meredith, common causes.
"Order will prevail!” they roar as one. Each turns, their eyes mirroring one thought: you know this need. You understand.
Non-shippy? Random!Tal Vashoth female/Random!Qunari male, she was our sister
“We recovered this,” Ben-Hassrath said, pressing the gold bracelet into the tamassran’s hands. “It returns to the Qun.”