#dodo slaying in the corner

[geronimomo-spd]

still obsessed with Dodo (updated version) oh you want me to play a song at gun point?? absololy! Steven give it your all this is great! speaking of gun point, i can shoot a gun too! hold on im aiming where? ok yes not there good point, anyway look at me!! i can shoot! ...no? oh thank god [passes out], no that was nothing i can tottaly shoot that gun! oh we would die if we don't play these games? ok sure i guess, haha Steven don't fall-NOOOOOOO STEVEN- oh you are ok good. they have a machine that is evil? yes yes i will tare it to peices :) no i will wander off just watch me, oh this is the most advanced computer in the world? ok, can i go to where the hip kids are instead? i love you Doctor thanks for keeping me alive, ok bye

[thebakerstboyskeeper]

Day 18 - “You Should Have Seen It” (Sidni x Cullen)

Yes, hi, I’m a dodo bird and scheduled this for December 18th instead of November. Forgive me.

She misses anonymity. Most of her life, she could frequent any spot she wanted, and no one would know she was the same dwarf. It's getting more and more difficult to fade into the background.

Even in Skyhold, she can't sit in the corner of the tavern without hearing increasingly ridiculous tales of her exploits. So far, she's slayed a dragon single-handedly with a tiny knife, secretly has Corypheus locked away for research, and is the only one who is immune to red lyrium. The most common tale is that she's capable of magic beyond the Mark. Several people have supposedly seen her freezing her enemies or lifting them with her mind.

Her favorite is that she is Andraste returned to save them.

As if the Bride of the Maker - real or not - would choose her life.

She sinks down in her chair, shifting the tankard in front of her face. There’s a table nearby, full of soldiers extolling all the previous stories she’s heard, and then some. She just wants a quiet drink where she can ignore everything for a few moments.

“No, it’s true! You should have seen her! Glowing and turning those Venatori into dust! Just with a push of the Mark!”

The chair screeches as she shoves back, hopping down from it with enough force to make a thud. She sees the curious glances cast toward her, and then the way they all shift uneasily. She wonders if they’re waiting for her to turn them to dust, but she simply storms past them, down the stairs, and out into the evening.

Her feet carry her to Cullen’s office. She knows he’s busy, knows she shouldn’t bother him, but he’s the only place she’s guaranteed to find some peace.

He looks up when she slams the door behind herself, quill stilling in his hand. She lingers by the door, waiting for him to send her away. But he smiles and sets his work aside, shifting his legs for her to step between.

“Inquisitor.”

She huffs, hurrying across the room. Thankfully, he’s shed some of his armor and she can press her face into his chest. She clings to him, letting his familiar scent soothe her.

“I’m sorry.”

His hands stroke down her back, lips brushing against her temple.

“Do not apologize. Are you alright?”

“Do the ridiculous rumors ever stop?”

He chuckles. “Unfortunately not. You do have a fleet of griffons to raise and release back into the world after all.”

“By the Stone, Cullen,” she groans over his laughter.

He kisses her, tugging her hair away from her face as he tilts it upward. Their eyes meet and he gives her a soft smile.

“There will be different legends tied to your name now--”

“At least the old ones sounded better,” she grumbles.

“But they exist because these people believe in you and in the good you’re doing.”

She smirks. “Perhaps there will also be legends of the commander of the Inquisition falling into the Inquisitor’s arms like a swooning maiden. I’m sure Varric’s already working on something.”

“Maker’s breath, that’s the only thing more ridiculous than griffons.”

“Of course. I forgot you stumbled into my arms.”

Her laughter can be heard on the ramparts until Cullen sets her on the desk and silences it with his mouth.