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Used to be, he knew what time of day it was, almost to the minute, in Galactic Standard Time and in whatever was considered local time on whatever planet he was on. Lately though, time’s measured by whether Kaidan’s getting ready for work, at work, or coming home from work.
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- Part 1 of prompts
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Kaidan knows he doesn't drag his feet because he's tired or because he hasn't had any coffee yet that morning; it's just the way Shepard moves lately ... And yeah, it's something that Kaidan has to adjust to as well, seeing him move that way, but given the alternative… well, he's not about to complain.
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- Part 2 of prompts
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five times alistair wanted to get drunk... by nightbloomings
Fandoms: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Origins
01 Mar 2013
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...and one time he actually did.
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- Part 3 of prompts
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For days, he walks the same route that he and his companions travelled thirty years ago, still skirting the edge of the Imperial Highway. There’s no reason to avoid the main road now, but he does so all the same, maybe in deference to the memory of it, of her. As he walks, he thinks of the idle conversations, the curt banter, the laughter; he thinks of the awkward confessions, the simple but meaningful gifts, the stolen kisses and the sighs of ecstasy. He sees all of their faces, hears all of their voices, but hers is the presence and the spirit that he feels.
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- Part 4 of prompts
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“You know, Sebastian, I’ve got half a mind to try and work your cooks into this trade agreement.” Alistair let out a deep sigh as he dropped into one of the large, dark green chairs in the Vael library.
Sebastian chuckled and passed him a cut-crystal goblet filled halfway with a pale amber scotch. “Aye? And what would Starkhaven receive in return?”
Alistair accepted the drink readily and took a quick sip, the alcohol burning inside his nostrils before it passed his lips. “My shite cooks, naturally.”
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- Part 5 of prompts
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“Mother Petrice.”
Petrice looked up from the book she read at the sound of Sebastian’s voice, a scowl visible on her thin lips the moment her eyes fell on him.
Sebastian moved further into the office and stood a short distance in front the large, dark wood desk in front of Petrice, crossing his arms behind his back. “If I might have a word?”
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- Part 6 of prompts
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a delicate balance by nightbloomings
Fandoms: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age II
01 Mar 2013
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The loud, boisterous crowd in the Hanged Man is obviously in stark contrast to the austere atmosphere of the Chantry, which Sebastian will readily admit he generally prefers. But there’s a certain spark of life that’s noticeably absent from the quiet echo of the Chantry corridors, and now he’s watching that spark as it sits across the solid wood table from him in Varric’s room.
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- Part 7 of prompts
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It was a little overwhelming. Too many colours, too many scents, too many voices. It was funny to think that, when she was a girl, Bethany had dreamt so much about someday attending a party just like this one. And now that she was here, and on the arm of actual nobility at that, she felt rather more like shrinking away. Gentle music drifted on the breeze, lute and harp notes brushing past her ear, interspersing with the low tone of Sebastian’s voice at her left.
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- Part 8 of prompts
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"Call it a fit of..." Michael said, when Trevor had agreed with a cocksure laugh, "loneliness, I guess. Whatever."
It was more than that, though; it was a longing for something they’d had before. The circumstances would never be the same, but maybe they'd find that common ground in new territory, new surroundings.
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- Part 9 of prompts
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He should’ve been thinking about all the shit Trevor had put him through in the last couple of weeks; how he’d nearly shot him and had left him to die in Ludendorff. He should’ve been wondering why he’d shown up to save Lamar from the Ballas but had been noticeably absent when Franklin had shown up at the meat-packing plant. He should’ve been thinking about all the time he’d spent cooped up in the trailer in Sandy Shores.
Reality was, though, he was thinking about Trevor and that damned pump-action shotgun.
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- Part 10 of prompts
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“C'mon, Mikey,” Trevor drawled, shifting in his seat to face Michael. He put his hand high up on Michael's thigh. “You get me, I get you back...” Trevor dug his fingers into the thick muscle under his hand, and he heard Michael's breath hitch.
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- Part 11 of prompts