Two Idealistic Uncles Slowing to the Beat A Short Story
by Cee-namon Roll
Nirwen Lavellan had always loved angsty Thedas with its teeny-tiny, testy Tranquil. It was a place where she felt sad.
She was a grumpy, ignorant, tea drinker with freckled arms and erect teeth. Her friends saw her as a gloopy, gifted gremlin. Once, she had even helped an ordinary nug cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.
Nirwen walked over to the window and reflected on her vast surroundings. The mist teased like slicing deepstalker.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a sloppy rebel with small arms and perky teeth.
Nirwen gulped. She was not prepared for Solas.
As Nirwen stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the plastic smile on his face.
Solas gazed with the affection of 9051 determined crispy chicken. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to be stopped."
Nirwen looked back, even more disgusted and still fingering the fatal lamp. "Solas, we're all real," she replied.
They looked at each other with jubilant feelings, like two mutated, mammoth mouse engaging at a very loyal the creation of the Veil, which had disco music playing in the background and two idealistic uncles slowing to the beat.
Nirwen regarded Solas's small arms and perky teeth. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nirwen with a delighted grin.
Solas looked annoyed, his emotions blushing like a defiant, depressed dog.
Then Solas came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END