Prompt: Carver
Somehow, she had convinced Fenris and Carver to spar. Again. Knowing that the elf would kick his ass all the back to Ferelden. And she still cheered Fenris on rather then her brother. If you said Carver wasn't feeling the love, you'd be damn right.
"Come on, Fen! Kick his ass!" the annoying mage named Faline that was, unfortunately, his kin, cried out. Somehow, the fact that her cheering mirrored her battlecries didn't make him feel better.
"Y'know, sister," Carver panted, parrying a stray blow quickly. "you can cheer for me sometimes. Fenris won't break up with you or anything." The Annoying Fs (as he had so lovingly dubbed them) both faltered.
Aha, an opening! thought Carver. He truck his blow quickly - Fenris was to dazed to even resist - and made the elf drop quickly. Faline jump-started, and ran over to the fallen warrior.
"What the Black City are you talking about, Car?" Faline asked with a frown, leaning down to inspect Fenris for injuries.
"Oh c'mon, you're not going to do that in front of me and then lie about it, are you? You don't think I'm that dumb, right?"
"I think being beaten by me so many times has gone to your head." Fenris muttered as Faline helped him up.
"You...are kidding me. Right?" Carver sighed at their blank looks. Honestly? Even I can see it! "The kicked-puppy-look you-" he pointed to Fenris "-always get when she has to go somewhere without you. The way you-" he pointed next to Faline. "-always cheer him on and help him first if he gets hurt. One time, I had a gash on my arm, and he only had a nick on his cheek, but you healed him first!"
"You mean...that look you give me..." Faline turned to Fenris.
"...and when you cheer for me instead of others, or heal me first?" the elf added, looking confused. Carver sighed, and turned to walk away. If they were just figuring out how they felt about each other, he instictively felt he should give them what Leandra called 'adult time.' What adult time was, he didn't know. Nor did he want to know.