It’s so predictable when slash fandoms are biphobic, because you’ll always see fans like “oh yes, I have tons of bi headcanons… just not for character X, he’s definitely gay!” And like on the face of it that looks reasonable, but then you realize that “character X” is always like… the quiet, intellectual, steadfast, less-sexualized one.
“Respite.” It’s not a word that features in many of his novels. There’s enough to get done in two hundred pages without his lead stopping for a cup of tea by the fire, and his publisher didn’t pay him by the word, anyway.
But then again, this shit wasn’t so bad. The sun was warm and the breeze was cool. Shade and sunlight made an intricate web through the trees above him. Below, Sera and Dorian kicked water at each other as the Inquisitor sprinted through the shallows between them, laughing as he’d scarcely seen them do. Maybe he should start writing more scenes with meandering streams, he thought. More moments with the main character’s boots off, their toes tickled by tall grass, and a wide-brimmed had shading their eyes. What harm could it do the good guys to breathe a little?
It certainly wasn’t hurting the Seeker who lay to his left on their shared bank. Her armor was neatly deposited beside her, abandoned for his latest and filthiest work of smut. She breathed easily and turned another page. He checked the number on the corner and marveled at her ability to remain unreadable in the face of complete debauchery. He admired it, truly.
She peeked an eye at him out from behind the cover, and he took the opportunity to give her a knowing wink. “Getting good, huh?”
Cassandra grunted in feigned annoyance, then rolled over to her stomach and shook her head. “The things that you write, Varric.”
“They’re the things that you read, Seeker,” he joked back.
She looked at him again, only for a moment before a deliciously coy smile spread across her lips. She put the novel down, then raised herself to her knees and then to her feet. She towered over him like the tree above, and ran a finger along the scruff on his jawline. “If you behave yourself, dwarf,” she teased in a low murmer, “perhaps I will show you that they are also the things I do.”
… Well, shit, he thought, nearly scrambling to his feet to follow her towards the tents. There was definitely going to be a lot more R and R in his next book.
I have to go empty the dishwasher but my cat is sitting on my chest and purring, and she’s had a rough few days so I simply must stay on the couch. (oh yeah, I have a dishwasher now, suck it!)
following new blogs these days is a real exercise in “are you actually normal or am i about to see 10 posts in a row about how much you hate jewish people”
and unfortunately, the answer usually isn’t “actually normal”