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rosykims · 5 years

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9-19 for dundaia ;)

THANK U BABBY

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

duncan ! every single time without fail, even in denerims castle where he lived for like 18 years lmao. absolutely hopeless but also Sexie of him

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

nadaia!! modern!daia probably has like. idk. a ringtone of mabari barking the ferelden national anthem or something dkjdfskjfd which she uses for special trips to see duncans family lmao. the worst thing is bc his parents are ella/alistair they both absolutely LOVE it and then they all get the same ringtone so the mabari anthem is just....following duncan around Haunting him

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

duncan is super merticulous and likes cleaning as a distraction so he would probably do smth like this oof. nadaia is the polar opposite and jsut. chucks then in the vague area where theyre supposed to go, but tbh i dont think duncan minds bc shes cute so she gets a pass jdjkdj

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

aaaaaaaa fuck i LOVE this trope also probably both of them but mostly nadaia. when daia does it duncan will usually just smile and say “the most beautiful person in the world?” or something cute like that. when he does it to her she just starts listing off the most obscure figures she can think of like, “uh, maferath? the ghost of divine justinia v? my absent father, the dread wolf? sandal?”

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

nadaia ! duncan is ferelden so like hes used to seeing dogs Everywhere and he’s more of a cat person anyway. but nadaia is from orlais and has never had a pet before (idk why but i cant see ashara having animals in her house lol???) so whenever she visits ferelden she always gets SUPER excited to see all the dogs. denerim is her fave obviously because of the mabari kennels uwu

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

nadaia again tho she doesn’t really get aggressive so much as.... like, getting so angry u start hysterically laughing out of pure shock and disbelief fdsjhfdsuhfdsjk and then she talks about it ALL day and just. cant get over it lmao

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

duncan’s internal temperature is so fucked up especially as a cryomancer so he’s almost always wearing 7 different layers of clothing at any given time lol

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

duncan :3333 he’s Very responsible and he has chronic eldest sibling syndrome so he always finds himself worrying after everybody else, nadaia especially. he always asks if she’s eaten/had enough water/if she’s bought something warm/etc etc bc thats love language babey !!!

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

i think both of them are responsible for their own stuff really. duncan is the more worrying type between them so maybe if i had to chose one it would be him, but nadaia is pretty protective of her personal stuff/ objects of value and i think she’d be more comfortable trusting herself to look after her own stuff

18. Who gets the window seat?

duncan wouldn’t care, whereas nadaia would want to see everything that was going on, so definitely her

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

jdfjfdjkfdjdf nadaia would do this at first thinking it would get a rise out of him, except again the ice mage thing makes that pretty redundant. when HE does it to her tho it;s the absolute WORST thing fhkfgdjhkfdgjhfgd

OTP ASK MEME

#trvelyans #thank u again my lov <3 <3 #oc: nadaia #oc: duncan #i havent talked abt them in so long i literally had to think about some of these fjnfjfdj

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rosykims · 5 years

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- bold those that apply, italicize if occasional

i was tagged by @noonvraith literally ages ago im sorry for getting to this so late !!!

tagging @trvelyans @dragonaqe @lvllns @solasz @denerims @seradagna @falkreathh @arlathen @dovahqun @lelibela @yennefre @nordxz @toevinter and anybody else who wants to as always !

DUNCAN THEIRIN // DA NEXT GEN

FLAWS

STRENGTHS

SKILLS & HOBBIES

NADAIA DA’ERALEN // DA NEXT GEN

FLAWS

STRENGTHS

SKILLS & HOBBIES

#thank u for the tag again ambie !!!!#oc: duncan #oc: nadaia #/ long post #i havent talked abt my babies in a while so :;;;) u kno #anyway sorry im using my board covers bc im lazy and havent made headers for anybody yet lol !!!!!! dont @ me

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rosykims · 5 years

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i tried to write smut for ths first time today nd uh 🙃

#oc: duncan #oc: nadaia #no i am never posting it !!!!!! ever !!!!#im going to die how do yall do this #tbd

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rosykims · 5 years

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💝💘💋💌 for duncan and nadaia 🤪

hehe thank u sm maia !!!

i typed all of this up and then accidentally closed my tab nd lost all of it so ! sorry for the wait :))))

💝 What kinds of gifts does your OC recieve from their partner(s)? What kinds of gifts do they give in return?

so… honestly, duncan is kind essentially a sugar d*ddy dkfdjk i HATE that terminology/trope but, here we are. he loves to spoil her and he absolutely lives for showering her in gifts. i mean i guess what separates him from the trope is that nadaia isnt broke or anything, she’s fairly well off, and duncan doesn’t buy her things in order to get anything from it, so theres no manipulative element to it. mostly, he just enjoys buying her really frivolous shit she does NOT need. basically whenever he sees nadaia looking longingly at clothes, books, weapons etc he will usually end up buying it discreetly in order to surprise her later - he’s very big on surprises too ! he has also shelled out on some of her more recent tattoos, mostly because he loves her and loves the way they look on her, but also secretly because he LOVES watching how embarrassed she gets when someone asks her to explain the meaning behind her tattoos, especially the more impulsive/meaningless/stupid ones jdkjdsk

as for nadaia, she tends to go for the more meaningful presents, which are usually arcane/historical items that she picks up on her adventures. she always keeps an eye out for old relics or rare books for duncan to comb over for the next few months when she returns. also,,, duncan is an absolute varric tethras Stan, he is a complete dork about all of his books actually. so whenever nadaia is able to see him, she always tries to snag a signed copy of one of his books to bring back to duncan. he absolutely lost his mind the first time she did it, so its one of her favourite gifts to give him.

💘 What do they love most about their partner(s)? What do their partner(s) love most about them?

duncan loves nadaia’s bravery and passion. she inspires him to constantly be better and try harder, and she’s never one for sugarcoating things which REALLY helps him, since most people do and it only serves to make him feel powerless. he loves her adventurous spirit and her ability to ask tough questions and challenge established ideas, which helps him feel more confident about doing the same. and,, i also have to mention he is super into her tattoos, he loves tracing over them and studying them - kissing them too depending on the situation,, u kno ;;;;;;;;;;;;)

as for nadaia, she’s consistently overwhelmed by his compassion and intelligence, and his surprising warmth. on the surface he comes accross as a shy, introspective and melancholy person, she being one of the few people who can make him REALLY laugh always warms her heart. when he comes out of his shell, he is fair more confident, witty and suave than he lets on, so she appreicates how layered he is i guess lol. also ! he’s probably the least judgemental people shes ever met, and one of the only people she trusts to confide in completely. for this reason he helps her become a more empathetic person, just by listening to the way he talks about other people, and the high regard he seems to hold almost everybody in.

💋 Who is the best kisser? (if you’d like write a short smooch scene!)

surprisingly, duncan is actually the best kisser ! tho u wouldnt know it from looking at him dsfjkfdj he’s has a lot of,, casual lovers though? so its more a matter of him having more experience than anything. anyway, he tends to be a very controlled smoocher, and holds himself back a lot, whereas what nadaia lacks in experience she makes up in with wholehearted enthusiasm lmao

💌 Write a love letter from your OC to their partner(s). BONUS: write a reply!

hehe ok so i cheated and wrote a letter from duncans sister, rose instead. but its cute i promise ! also i didnt write a reply bc this got way too out of hand oof

Lady Nadaia Lavellan,

I hope this letter finds you well, dear friend. Were this regarding any other matter, I would open with pleasantries - inquire as to how your studies are going; how you are finding your current stay in Denerim; what you think of Fereldan cheese and our abysmal weather. However, I am fortunate that we are old friends, you and I, and more fortunate still that we both hold a shared detest for small talk. So I will refrain, and hope you can forgive me for speaking my mind so abruptly.

To speak plainly, my reasons for penning this letter stem from concerns I have about my brother, Duncan. I apologize for not discussing said matters with you in person, but I sense that this is a … sensitive dillemma, one that requires discretion, if such a thing could ever exist in court. I am aware - and albiet, pleasantly surprised - to see you and he have become rather close over the last several months. I speak for all in House Theirin when I say we are delighted to have you stay as our guest in the castle, at the behest of our future king.

Nonetheless, I wish to share with you that I grow increasingly concerned with the odd manner in which my brother carries himself while in your presence. If I could be so bold, I do suspect that Duncan may have … certain feelings of affection towards you, feelings I fear may cause him undue pain in the future. On more than one occasion I have caught him staring at you, while you were otherwise distracted, in ways I am afraid were most … unchaste, for lack of a better word.

Truthfully, there have been countless incidents of late that cause me suspicion. The prince is far more distracted than normal (no small feat, I assure you) and yet seems utterly fixated whenever he shares a room with you. I have caught secret, strange smiles and even the occasional blush here and there, and what is most alarming is that he seems to be losing sleep over this - he awakens late in the day and appears fatigued, while still carrying that ridiculous smile of his as if he hadn’t a care in the world!

Lady Lavellan - Nadaia. I am confiding in you about this because you are a dear friend of mine, as you are a dear friend to Duncan, also. I believe his affections for you are harmless, and I do not mean to warn you against him or give you cause for resentment. I merely wish to ask a favour of you - to let him down easy, if possible. Despite his misplaced affections, I have not seen my brother this happy in a very long time, and I know that you mean a great deal to him, as I am sure he does to you. Perhaps you might find a way to delicately address these feelings to him in the next few days … to clarify the nature of your relationship, so that he might better work to serve his family and his country. You are a wonderful woman, and I know he will see reason if it is coming from you.

Please do keep me informed in the coming days as to the situation, and I will eagerly await the next time our paths cross.

With love,

Princess Roslyn Theirn of Denerim

- [ a letter from roslyn theirin addressed to nadaia da'eralen. nadaia read the letter to duncan - naked in bed with him - an hour later, absolutely beside herself with laughter. duncan promised he would better clarify the situation to his sister the next time he saw her. ]

#trvelyans #asks #oc: rose #oc: duncan #oc: nadaia #mine: writing #i guess !#thank u so much for the ask i lov u so much #also im crying i love rose so much #to clarify shes a very..... formal/professional person in writing so she absolutely DOESNT sound like that in person but u kno #shes an oblivious babey and i love her so much #/ long post

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rosykims · 5 years

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duncan: hasnt slept in 16 days, bloodshot eyes, hallucinates about darkspawn on the daily, lips turning blue as we speak ,one nosebleed away from death,

nadaia:

#oc: duncan #oc: nadaia #she loves and cherishes him babes !!!!#im fucking wild rn its been 3 hours since my pc quit and im ALREADY back on my duncan/daia bullshit #anyway...... hes trying his best #and his health issues are always gonna be an issue and he doesnt magically get better bc hes with her #but she gives him hope and supports him on his worst days #and gives him the self confidence he sometimes lacks to fight back against things he always assumes are out of his control #oh my god stop me

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rosykims · 5 years

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heheh guess who just wrote out 12 page fic about my next gen da ocs doing absolutely Nothing for 4k words

#oc: duncan #its literally before they get together as well so its just..... angat and mutual pining #like im not joking its 12 pages of nadaia thinking duncan is cute and then feeling bad about it skdkkdskdk #whats wrong w me #dont answer that actually #i am rly glad i finished it even tho idk if i wanna post it #feels nice to finish a fic again !!!#go me !!#oc: nadaia

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rosykims · 5 years

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got bored and made some insta pages for my dragon age kids!!! now im addicted and wanna make them for ALL of my ocs oof

#okay to reblog #i was gonna include bryce and rose's but im not super happy w them so !!! next time #and i'll most likely do more bc uh this was really fun actually #oc: ella #oc: ashara #oc: nadaia #oc: duncan #also nadaia's account isnt verified only bc she is very good at keeping a low profile #she's a bit uncomfortable with people only identifying her as the inquisitors daughter #which is why she changed her name to da'eralen as soon as she was able to #da'eralen (VERY ROUGHLY) translates to child with little dreams/stories #bc she's got a very conflicted feelings about herself and who she is #on one hand she doesnt WANT the same amount of glory and fame her mother had and she's quite comfortable fading into obscurity #or like being known for smaller but still important things #but she also has quite a bit of anxiety around it #because she's worried none of her own achievements will EVER matter because of how much ashara accomplished #anyway soryr this literally isnt about nadaia but im fuckign infodumping anyway bc i love her

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rosykims · 5 years

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( duncan theirin x nadaia da’eralen ) ( aka warden cousland’s son & inquisitor lavellan’s daughter )

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Duncan jolted awake to the sounds of frantic knocking.

Startled, he sat up with a muffled gasp, the bathwater spilling ever so slightly over the tub as if in protest. The water was still comfortably warm, so he must not have been drifting for very long - not long enough for the nightmares to set in, in any case. With a shuddered breath, he rubbed at his eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the dim glow of the candlelit washroom. One of these days I’m going to drown in my own bathtub, he thought wearily. A fitting way to go, at the very least.

The knocking continued, growing louder and increasingly more aggressive with the passing seconds. Duncan sighed, a slight smile teasing the corners of his lips. There was only one person in all of Orlais who would be knocking on his door, this late and with that much fevered energy.

“Duncan? Are you alive in there?” Nadaia called through the door. Her voice was light and breezy, but he knew her well enough by now to catch the nervous strain behind her words. Once again he found himself fighting to contain a smile. She’s worried about me. Of course she is. She cares. His heart stuttered at the thought.

He considered getting up to meet her at the door, but as he moved to lift himself from the water, he was greeted by the long familiar sensation of lightheaded dizziness, and a blinding pain behind his eyes. He lay back down with a wince, defeated and woozy. The pain had been plaguing him all day, and his migraine wasn’t quite done with him yet, it seemed.

“Door’s unlocked, Daia,” he managed, his voice weak even by his standards. “You can come in.”

There was a brief silence, followed by an exasperated sigh. A moment later he heard the door creak open, then click closed again, ushering in her gentle footsteps.

He hadn’t expected her arrival at his dormitory tonight, although at this point her unexpected late night visits rarely came as a surprise. His quarters were larger than most who resided within the College of Enchanters - being the firstborn son of Fereldan’s ruling monarchs didn’t get him all that far in Val Royeaux, but it did give him a private suite, suitably isolated from the chaos of the shared housing below. As Inquisitor Lavellan’s only child, Nadaia’s quarters were only slightly smaller than his own, and yet somehow he would find her in his chambers constantly, adamant that she had been cheated out of true luxury. The excuse to visit him never changed, and she always found a way to bring it up without fail. “All of this comfort, stolen! By some grouchy Fereldan prince, at that. Unbelievable.” She would say, paired with a wink that would keep him up at night.

There was a muffled thud as Nadaia threw her bag unceremoniously upon his desk, and even behind the thick bathroom door he could hear Moira’s faint meowing, desperate for the attention Duncan had been so cruelly denying her.

“I’ll be out in a moment,” he murmured, rubbing his temple. “I’m just in the bath.”

He took a deep, steadying breath, and attempting to lift himself out of the tub once more. His migraine flared, and he groaned, cringing at the sharp pain throbbing relentlessly against his skull. With a hiss, he sunk lower into the water and squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, willing himself to relax. It’s just a headache, and you’ve had far worse than this.

He jumped slightly at yet another knock, coming from the other side of the bathroom door this time. Each wrap against the wood rattled painfully around in his skull. He groaned again.

“Just - just give me a minute.”

She didn’t. The door opened before he could even think to compose himself, and there she stood, Moira already curled up in her arms and purring smugly. She looked disheveled as ever, her dark brown hair wild and loose from her braid - but even by dimly lit candlelight, Nadaia's beauty was stark and undeniable.

She squinted for a moment, taken aback by the sudden darkness of the room, before her eyes finally found him. For a moment, she seemed irritated, but as she regarded him - taking note of what he felt must have been a frail, pitiful sight - her features softened, and she instead offered a sympathetic smile. She was always quick when it came to noticing his good days - even quicker at noticing the bad ones.

“You need to stop leaving your door unlocked, Duncan,” she chastised gently, her voice carefully low, barely above a whisper. “You’re a Fereldan prince, and you are going to get robbed one day.”

As she watched him, Duncan fought the urge to bring his knees up, to hide himself from her sight. It was a childish fear, and yet it continued to plague him like a bad dream. Their relationship was still relatively new, with all the uncertainties one would expect from something like that, but she had seen him naked dozens of times, been naked with him dozens of times, and in much more . . . intimate situations than this. She had never once criticized him, nor shamed him, nor given him any reason to doubt that she wanted him, but the doubt was most definitely there. Try as he might, he could never understand how someone as special and lovely as Nadaia could ever be so foolish as to waste her time with someone like him.

But those were thoughts best saved for later, when he was alone in bed, reeling from nightmares and praying for just a few more minutes of restless slumber. Not now. He bit the inside of his cheek and crossed his arms over his stomach nervously.

“Anyone brave enough to go up against my cat is welcome to whatever they find,” he retorted with a weak laugh. He knew the humour was sorely lacking from his tone, but Nadaia didn't seem to mind.

“Ah, of course," she smirked. "What thief would dare cross Moira and her terrifying fury?”

As if on cue, the cat mewled pitifully, then scrambled free of Nadaia’s grip and jumped onto the washroom counter, curling up into a tight ball and promptly going to sleep. Nadaia rolled her eyes.

"I rest my case."

There was a space of unnerving silence as Nadaia continued to watch him studiously. Duncan's eyes flickered to the floor, his discomfort rising with each fluttering heartbeat. Finally, Nadaia broke the stalemate with a lighthearted sigh, closing off the distance between them as she came to kneel down next to the bathtub. Her hands, stained black with ink and various exotic alchemical ingredients - from an afternoon of wild experiments, no doubt - reached out to brush the wet hair from his face, pausing to trail the angles of his jawline with a feather-light touch that sent shivers up his spine. Her presence, her touch, almost made the pain in his head negligible.

Almost.

"Your professor told me you fainted today," she said quietly.

"An exaggeration." The shame was heavy and stinging in his chest. "I'm alright, I promise."

"You should have sent for me."

He shook his head, and immediately regretted moving at all. "You had your presentation today. You've been working so hard, I - I didn't want you to miss it."

"Oh, please," Nadaia waved her hand dismissively. "Fuck the presentation. It could have been rescheduled. Besides, I'm fairly certain I failed it anyway," she added with a grin.

Duncan scoffed, eyeing her with playful suspicion. "Daia. The day you fail at anything academic is the day I pack up and join the Qun."

Nadaia burst out laughing, bright and warm and - well, painful against his headache, but by the Maker, if it wasn't the best pain he'd had in a long time.

She reached into the water and splashed him, snickering again as he exclaimed in protest. "Well, I suppose you'd best get packing then, sunshine. It was quite awful."

Even in the darkness, her every detail still enchanted him. Some vague, distant part of himself knew he ought not to stare, but watching her, seeing the way her stormy eyes reflected the light, the way her tattoos flowed like rivulets down her arms, dark ink spilling over freckled skin - he could watch her, idle and still, for a century and never tire of it.

His gaze sank inappropriately lower, eyes trailing down the subtle plunge of her unbuttoned blouse, before she coughed bemusedly and he remembered himself, eyes snapping back to meet her own. He gave a flustered smile, hoping he hadn't been too obvious.

Nadaia's hands continued to roam as she spoke, settling in the space between his shoulder and his neck and tracing comforting circles against his collarbone.

"Next time, I don't want to hear about this from some stranger," she whispered.

"You . . . you're very dear to me, Duncan. You know you don't need to go through this all on your own, right?"

He sighed, and his hand moved to catch hers, intertwining his fingers with her own. "I appreciate the sentiment, truly, I do. But this," he gestured to himself pointedly with his other hand. "This is my problem. And it's constant. You'll find no respite with . . . with someone like me. If it isn't my head, then it's my lungs, or my bones, or my blood. What kind of person would I be if I expected you to put aside your life to chase after mine like I'm some child? I won't do that to you. I just won't."

Nadaia's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.

He laughed. "See? I'm right and you know it."

"You're not, and I don't." A sheepish smile played at her lips. "I'll think of a reason why you're wrong, eventually. I always do."

He made the mistake of rolling his eyes, and the pressure in his head - easing and ebbing away merely moments beforehand - retaliated in full force, throbbing intensely enough to darken his vision momentarily. He doubled over with a muffled cry, his hands flying to his forehead in a futile attempt to dull the pain. He didn't know what was worse, the migraine itself, or the fact that he knew just how little there was little he could do about it himself, save waiting it out in misery.

Nadaia blanched, a single dark shadow of fear flickering across her face, and then a heartbeat later it was gone, and she was all business. With the gentle, firm movements of a well-versed healer, she pushed him back down against the backing of the tub, her right hand pressing firmly against his forehead and her brow furrowed in deep concentration. Her eyes were closed, but he could feel her fingers applying pressure against his head in strange, erratic rhythms. He tried to focus on the feeling of her touch, the odd pattern of her movement. He tried to focus on anything besides the white hot pain behind his eyes and the dull, bludgeoning throb in his temples.

"I can't believe you let it get this bad without coming to see me," she said after a moment. "You do this to torment me, huh, sunshine?"

"Oh, your tormented?" he said dryly, through gritted teeth. "How unfortunate for you."

"Okay, that's fair, actually. Now, hold still."

Her eyes were still closed and her tapping persisted without fail. The repetitive motions were beginning to numb his skin, although the feeling of her unusual magic working through him was still undeniably distinct. This wasn't the first time she had demonstrated her curious healing practices on him, but they never ceased to baffle and amaze. Growing up, healers, both mage and otherwise, were the one unshakable constant in his life, the one thing he thought he had a complete grasp on. Until Nadaia, he foolishly believed he had seen it all. But lying back now, feeling the strange, almost cognizant sparks of her magic crackling through his synapses - he had never experienced anything quite like it.

Minutes passed, and with it the pain. He realized after a time that the rough pulsing against his temples had been replaced by a gentle, tingling numbness, and the sharp stinging behind his brow had lessened substantially. Nadaia's ritual was slowing to a stop, and it was only now that he glanced down and realized that her other hand had been gripping his own this whole time. Perhaps a comfort for her as much as a comfort for himself. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and her eyes fluttered open, deep dark blue looking into light grey.

"Feeling any better?" She breathed, so casual and light, as if the miracle she had performed was akin to making him tea and sending him to bed to sleep it off. It was nothing to her, and everything and more to him. He loved her so much it terrified him.

"Nadaia . . . " He started. "You . . . you are -"

"Wonderful? Incredible? Spectacular?" She offered cheerfully.

Duncan laughed. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

Her fingers moved from his brow, tickling down the bridge on his nose playfully, before coming to trace around the lines of his lips.

"And what a handsome mouth that is."

He blushed at that, ducking his head swiftly to avoid her eye. Her smug chuckle indicated not only that she had seen the colour in his cheeks, but also that she had fully intended it. He felt her gaze resting upon him for a moment longer, before she finally yawned and stood up, stretching her legs and cracking her knuckles habitually.

"I'm serious, Duncan. The next time you go that long without asking for help, you're going to implode. And it would be an awfully big mess to clean up." She laughed.

He shook his head. "How touching. Although you're probably right." He paused, deliberating, before he finally accepted defeat. "Fine. You win. Next time, I'll ask for you. But only if it's bad!"

Daia rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."

"The worst." He agreed.

With a sigh he began once again to lift himself up from the bathtub, but Nadaia clicked her tongue, motioning him to sit back down. His brow furrowed and he obeyed, eyeing her scrupulously as he began to shrug out of her familiar blue overcoat.

"Who would I be to interrupt your bath?" She smirked at him as she bent to unlace her boots. "Besides, I did show up unannounced."

"Don't be silly, Daia," he said nervously. "I . . . this bathtub is far too small, and - and the waters getting cold -"

"Well, you'll just have to warm me up then, won't you?" Not even a second past before she all but jumped into the bath, still almost completely dressed. The resulting splash coated the entirety of his washroom floor, and Moira's disgruntled hiss suggested it had coated the entirety of his cat as well.

For a moment, she almost looked surprised at herself, as if she couldn't quite believe she'd actually done it. Her clothes were absolutely drenched and sticking to her form, and she began to laugh. Hard.

"Are you - what is wrong with you?" Duncan exclaimed, aghast. He couldn't quite keep the laughter out of his own voice, either.

"I thought it would be funny but - but now I"m just really . . . really wet. And Cold. I hate this," her laughter was bordering hysterics now as they worked to find a comfortable space together in the tub.

"You're so unbelievably strange, I hope you know that." Duncan said, laughing freely with her now. "You're not actually planning on staying in here like that, are you?"

"I'll be honest, I really didn't think too far ahead on this one."

"Truly? I'm shocked."

With her settled comfortably between his legs, her back resting against his chest, he worked to help her shrug out of her drenched shirt. She threw it carelessly on the floor, and it hit the stone with a wet, heavy slap.

"So . . . I also didn't bring a change of clothes. There's also that."

Duncan sighed, and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

"You can borrow one of my shirts. Give it back this time, please?"

#mine: writing #oc: nadaia #oc: duncan #mine: all #okay to reblog !!!#i dont know WHAT to tag this #its da but also bitch Where #i just wanna thank the 3 mutuals who actually care about reading this ghuhgrtuihgtuihtg #im really really proud of this though and im so happy with how it turned out #idk writing has been so difficult for me for so long but im starting to gain back my confidence so !!!!! woo #and i LOVE these two so so much god writing this killed me 7 consecutive times

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rosykims · 5 years

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tagged by @greywardensamell ,thanks so much rami ! tagging: @trvelyans @synthzander @nordxz @dovahqun @blckwall @yennefre @denerims and anybody else who wants to !!! ━━ bold: always applies ━━ italic: sometimes applies

DAI / SOLAS X ASHARA

DA / NADAIA X DUNCAN

DAO / ALISTAIR X ELLA

#oc: ella #oc: ashara #oc: nadaia #oc: duncan #i love duncan and nadaia sfm they really are just the best bits of solas/ashara and alistair/ella rolled into one #also this was so much fun thanks again for the tag !!!#the solara one hurt tho fml

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