Rivaini kicks sand at me. "Varric. Varric. Varric! The water is perfect today. Live a little for once, go on!"
"I told you. Dwarves just sink." I fold my arms stolidly and gaze across the sand to the froth of waves where Hawke splashes at her mabari, who leaps in a frenzied circle and snaps at the water.
Anders squints at me consideringly, nose already sunburned. "It's the chest hair, isn't it? He's holding out on you, Isabela."
Her eyes widen and she stomps her foot. "Varric, you rat! How could you deny me?"
"Tough job but someone's got to do it," Aveline murmurs to no one in particular.
Isabela whirls, sending sand and beads of water flying. "At least somebody wants to see him shirtless. Can you say as much, Guard Captain?"
She shrugs with a peaceful half smile, face tilted up in the sunlight.
"I think that if she takes the armor off she dies instantly," I offer.
Aveline doesn't bother to look over or open her eyes."Go sink already."
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Drabble Age 2
FanfictionLittle moments with the Dragon Age 2 crew aka watch me become increasingly incoherent over my love for these idiots and also over how horrible Anders and Fenris are to each other, why are they like this please someone tell me
