PROMPT: STORM
"Oh, hell," Faline Hawke groaned. She had planned to spar with Anders and Merrill, but her plans had been foiled by a sudden thunderstorm. And worse; Carver and Fenris were stuck out there, stranded at Varric's. The young mage yelped with fear as thunder roared in her ears. With a whimper, she tore off to her and Fenris' room, curling up under the covers.
If there was one thing that Faline hated besides the Chantry, it had to be lightning and thunder.
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"Fenris, you're insane!" Carver sighed at his sister's lover as the elf headed towards the front door.
"No, I'm perfectly sane, Carver." Fenris objected quietly. "I am concerned for Faline's wellbeing."
"You can't see a foot in front of you out there, man!" Carver growled. "Faline will set me on fire if something happens to you! Ever been set on fire, elf boy? NOT FUN!" Carver moaned and slumped back in his chair, covering his face with his hands. "Varric...please help me."
The dwarf look first at Carver, then Fenris, then back to Carver, then back to Fenris. "Meh. He's survived worse then a bit of rain." Varric said indifferently to Carver, who turned to him aghast. Fenris rolled his eyes and exited the house before he got caught further in the argument.
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"Faline?" the mage scrambled up at the sound of his voice, but only managed to tangle herself up further in the sheet, and tripped. Fenris caught her falling body just before she hit the floor, and helped her remove herself from the sheet.
"Fen, why...how did you get here?" Faline demanded, taking in his absolutely soaked form.
"I walked." he replied, stating the obvious.
"You...idiot!" Faline cried, momentarily forgetting her fear of the storm outside.
"Faline dear, I'd love to continue this conversation," Fenris sighed, pushing his wet bangs away from his face. "but I'm cold and tired." he grinned. "Well, maybe not so tired." Faline frowned, then threw him the sheet.
"Problem solved." she growled, walking into the other room, and smiling at Fenris' disappointed face.