morrigan responds to her suitors, part 1
i just want a scene of these two irritating each other in da3 (◕‿◕✿)
Because I was watching my sister play Witch Hunt earlier and this popped into my head.
She doesn’t even need to look up from her book to know which companion has come over to invade her personal space. Even Alistair doesn’t snuffle and pant that much. Morrigan keeps her eyes on the page and arches a brow. “Has the Warden ejected you from the tent in favour of that insipid Chantry wench again?” She can hear them from here, giggling and mumbling through the canvas. Love-sodden fools.
A low whine is the only answer, and Morrigan deigns to look up from the page. Boy puts his chest to the ground but keeps his bottom in the air, stubby tail wagging as he fixes her with his most pleading look. Morrigan huffs and lets out an exasperated sigh that is more born from habit by now than actual annoyance. “Very well.”
He barks once, his lost puppy look instant put aside as he scurries around to curl around her back, one head on her knee. From her angle it looks as though he’s studying the page quizzically. After a few moments of starting at Flemeth’s cipher, he lifts his head. Sometimes Morrigan forgets how smart mabari are. But only sometimes.
She draws her finger underneath the line on the page that has been given her pause. Flemeth was clever, her cipher almost beyond translation, but not for nothing did she choose Morrigan to be her host. She is smart in her own right and she will defend herself against any attack the old witch can dream up.
Boy chuffs slightly and Morrigan looks down at him. “Do you remember your mother?” He actually shakes his head, a motion that is entirely human. Morrigan turns her eyes back to the page. “Lucky you.”
He rubs his broad head against her side for a moment, and then rests his chin on her knee again. Peace at last, the low rumbles of his breath barely a disturbance at all. Idly Morrigan lifts a hand and draws her fingernails over the top of his skull, and the great mutt’s eyes close in bliss.
She prefers the company of creatures of the wilds. She’s told him so herself. But she supposes Boy is nice enough company, even if he does drool appallingly. At least he’s a lot less chatty than their other companions.
Two hours later and Jaidan’s voice calls across from her tent, summoning Boy back to her. The mabari rises immediately, loyal to his mistress, but before he goes he gives her arm a gentle nudge with his head. Morrigan feigns disinterest, but it does feel a little colder without the daft beast curled around her back. Still, she knows he’ll be back again. For whatever reason, he always seems pleased to see her. And despite herself, and to her immense irritation, she’s got a soft spot for him.
I’ve seen more of this war than you can imagine.
I’ve seen more of this war than you can imagine. None shall be untouched by the fires above.
or will you lead this world to its bitter end?