and you're not quite sure you're ready to let that go just yet

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

Love Potion (Percy Weasley x reader)

[May contain some grammatical errors]

You were popular at Hogwarts, meaning you hung out with many people of all years. Be it a first year or seventh year, you’ll still be their friend. You were even a friend of the Chosen one; Harry Potter.

Currently, you were in the library searching for some books to check out. You were quite the bookworm, but a likeable one to others. Right by your side was Percy Weasley, a Gryffindor Prefect and Head boy. Many of the students were surprised you’d hang out with someone like him, but you assured them he was a sweet guy. After you told them that, they didn’t question you further.

“(Y/N).” You heard Percy call to you. You looked over at him, seeing a stern expression plastered on his face.

Percy glanced at someone that was right across from you, and soon the red-headed Weasley blocked you from their line of sight. Something was off with Percy, and you were fully aware of that.

“Percy? What’s wrong?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at his sudden change of attitude. You brought the small stack of books down on the table, seeing as you wouldn’t be able to last long with them in your arms.

“That boy over there, ever heard of him?” Percy asked as he glanced over his shoulder. Looking at the same boy from earlier. You managed to catch a glimpse of the boy’s blue tie, meaning he was in Ravenclaw.

“Uh… No..” you were confused where he was getting at. Crossing your arms around your chest, you waited for Percy to explain himself.

“His name is Brian, he has been looking at you for awhile now. In the great hall, during class, during your Quidditch practices… Bloody hell, I thought you knew,” said Percy with a frown. He clearly seemed frustrated by your lack of attention towards your surroundings.

“Okay… so he admires me, I’m sure it wouldn’t last so long,” you said with a chuckle as you started to walk away towards the library door, ready to leave with your stack of books. Percy trailed behind you, sending a glare to the Ravenclaw boy before leaving the library with you.

“(Y/N), he only is interested in you because you’re popular, and hang out with Harry Potter,” Percy said, getting more frustrated by the minute. Which surprised you really, he never showed that attitude, only when he catches students breaking rules is when he’d show it. “He thinks you two are close friends.”

“But we are close friends,” you said smugly as you turned around to face him, only to feel a small pinch on your shoulder, which packed quite a punch. “Ow,” you hissed as you rubbed it in a soothing manner. “What was that for, Percy?!” You whisper-yelled, not wanting to gather much attention from the students in the corridors.

“Merlin’s sake, (Y/N). He’s obviously trying to get with you!” Percy hissed back, a scowl forming on his face.

“And that concerns you, because?” You huffed as you set the stack of books down on a bench in the corridor. Looking back at Percy with a small glare, you awaited his reply.

“Because you’re my-” he paused, shifting around awkwardly before finishing his sentence with slight disappointment, “friend.” He took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say next that wouldn’t make him seem like a fool in front of you. “I’m just warning you, he might try something. Which is why I ask- no, beg- of you to be careful,” he placed his hands on your shoulder, looking at your (e/c) eyes with desperation. “Promise me,” he started off with a demanding tone.

“Promise? Promise what?” You furrowed your eyebrows, staring back at the pompous Weasley. You weren’t surprised by his concern, he was never so strict with you when you two became friends.

“Promise me you’ll be careful around him,” he let go of your shoulders, crossing his arms around his chest with his head held up high. He looked adorable, yet a bit ridiculous. Yet that’s what you liked about him.

“Okay, okay,” you stifled a laughter. Grabbing your books, you left to your next class. “See you later Percy.”

—-

Later that night, Percy was doing a few rounds about the school to catch any troublemaking students.

It was when Percy encountered the same Ravenclaw boy, did he began to pursue him in the corridors. He didn’t like the boy. It was when he caught him staring at you in ways that he shouldn’t did he decide to keep a close eye on him. Percy was never the one to lose his temper so quickly, but the thought of someone looking at you in a indecent way was enough to get his blood boiling.

Percy caught him with a small bottle of pink liquid, and he immediately began to question him. “What do you think you’re doing out of bed?” Percy asked as calmly as possible.

“None of your business, Weasley,” hissed the Ravenclaw boy as he placed the bottle inside his bag. A box of chocolates inside as well.

Percy already didn’t like where things were headed, but before he can say anything, another prefect approached the two. A Ravenclaw prefect.

“I’ll take him from here, Percy,” said the prefect as he signaled for Brian to start walking to the common room, the prefect following behind.

“See you around, Weasley,” sneered Brian as he threw him a nasty look, Percy doing the same in an instant.

The next day, Percy started walking close by you, not leaving your side for one second. Only at times when you were with a group of friends, or with a teacher. But other than that, he insisted he come along with you. Either coming up with excuses like; ‘I was heading there too’, or, 'I need to go get something’.

To others, he looked like a guard dog. But to Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George; he looked like a lovesick puppy.

“He’s at it again,” said George as he watched the older red-headed Weasley come up with another excuse to be with you.

“Reckon he’ll keep this up?” Wondered Fred who leaned on George’s shoulder. Harry, Hermione, and Ron standing beside the two with raised eyebrows.

“Bloody hell, I don’t know what’s worse, him bragging about his prefect badge, or this…” Ron said. Harry just shrugged while Hermione shook her head at Ron for technically insulting his older brother.

When you were in your dormitory, a Gryffindor boy came up to you and handed you a box of chocolates, saying it was from a secret admirer. And you being, well, you. You opened the box, only to come face-to-face with an image of the same Ravenclaw boy Percy had told you about.

Raising an eyebrow, you took a bite of a chocolate piece, and in an instant. Your mind clouded with thoughts of the boy named Brian. Some of your roommates stared at you as if you had gone mad, but they understood what happened when they saw the box of chocolates right beside your figure.

They brought you down into the common room, and some of the Gryffindor’s turned to look at you curiously, one of them being Percy.

“Has anyone seen Brian?” You asked with an awestruck expression as both your roommates held onto your arms to prevent you from walking off.

“What’s the matter with (L/N) here?” Asked Fred as he inspected your facial features, George doing the same.

“Yikes! Seems like a love potion was given to her,” George said. Percy rushed to your side, grabbing the sleeve of your robes and pulled you close to take a better look. It was then he realized what had been inside that bottle Brian had carried with him that one night. He dragged you away, saying he would be taking you to Madam Pomfrey to receive a cure.

You were rambling on about Brian in ways that made Percy’s heart ache. Only when you said how much of an amazing boy he was, is when Percy snapped. He pulled you close like before and crashed his lips on yours to prevent you from speaking of Brian in such a way, and that was enough to shut you up for awhile.

Percy, though, felt guilty for doing that, since you weren’t thinking clearly.

Once you were taken to Madam Pomfrey, and she had given you a cure, did you start to regain your senses.

“… What happened?” You asked as you looked around, only to see you were in the infirmary. Percy was seated beside you, a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw you go back to normal.

But he smacked your shoulder, due to anger. “I warned you about Brian! Merlin’s sake (Y/N), why didn’t you listen?!” Percy started rambling about you not heeding his warnings, but you simply looked at him with an amused smile. Once he finished his rant, he let out another sigh, bringing you into a hug. Your head on his chest while his chin was resting on top of your head.

“Sorry about that…” You giggled, finding his overprotective attitude amusing to say the least. “I’m guessing my words about Brian bothered you?”

Percy scoffed, he pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks with his warm hands. “More than you can imagine,” he murmured as he brought you closer. He pecked your lips with his own, yet so much was showed with that simple action.

nayhemofan  asked:

47 "You're cute when you're angry?" For in the nyu!au verse please :)

A continuation of this.

They get through finals, with Brittany almost certainly passing their class, and Santana begins to pack in earnest. It surprises her how much she’s collected over the year, but she carefully boxes everything up, and then goes into Brittany’s room to help amidst the chaos. Considering how little time she’s spent in there, it surprises Santana how messy everything is, but she guesses that Brittany just functions that way, and it’s fine. She helps her get everything sorted and boxed, and then, after one final night of sharing a bed, moving out day comes. 

Brittany’s parents arrive first, and Santana finds herself getting all choked up as Pierce starts loading her boxes into the car. As much as she’s talked about how quickly the summer would go, she feels an ache in the pit of her stomach about not seeing Brittany every day, not sleeping with her every night. The feeling sucks, and she wishes Brittany could just use her math genius to invent a time machine to skip over it all. She hasn’t even left yet, and she wants to be back.

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SKI LODGE SPEC SCRIPT PT 6 (CONCLUSION) (REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT!)
  • Ski Lodge Spec Script Scenes 1/2: http://bmwwritinggmw.tumblr.com/post/146443779744/ski-lodge-head-script-reblog-if-you-like-it
  • Ski Lodge Spec Script Scene 3:
  • http: //bmwwritinggmw.tumblr.com/post/146828068669/ski-lodge-head-script-pt-2-reblog-if-you-like
  • Ski Lodge Spec Scene 4: http://bmwwritinggmw.tumblr.com/post/147783629219/new-edited-ski-lodge-spec-script-part-4-reblog
  • Ski Lodge Spec Scene 5:
  • http: //bmwwritinggmw.tumblr.com/post/147837013969/ski-lodge-spec-script-scenes-1-5-in-case-you
  • Ski Lodge Part 6 (Conclusion):
  • : Bus ride home, most kids on the bus already. Josh and Topanga at the front in their seats. Camera angle from back of bus, watching kids get on :
  • : Smackle gets on first quickly, goes to a seat in the back, crosses arms look’s out window:
  • : Maya next, passes by Josh in the first seat, they lightly smirk at one another, Josh breaks gaze by looking down, Maya keeps walking, pleased with herself, sits middle of bus by window:
  • : Lucas next, steamrolls right past Maya:
  • Maya:
  • Oh hey Huckleberry, where ya be-
  • : Lucas keeps going and sits down, leaving Maya looking confused:
  • Riley next on bus, stops, looks at Lucas then looks at Maya, then Lucas, than Maya, Lucas than Maya:
  • : Maya, raises eyebrows and mouths:
  • Come sit down now???
  • : Riley gives one last glance at Lucas and then sits with Maya, looking somber, Maya looking at her slightly concerned:
  • : Farkle comes on, Riley watches him walk by as he goes down and sits with Smackle in the back, not even glancing her way:
  • : Riley sinks her head down, disappointed:
  • : Maya Still looking concerned:
  • : Zay and Cory on the bus last, stop and look at everyone who is totally silent, no one looking at each other:
  • Cory:
  • Uhm, Mr Babineaux?
  • Zay:
  • Yes, Mr. Matthews?
  • Cory:
  • : Pointing to all the kids:
  • What’s going on here, what is this?
  • Zay:
  • Don’t know that yet, sir.
  • Cory:
  • Ya gonna find out?
  • Zay:
  • Plan on it, sir.
  • Cory:
  • It gonna be a huge disaster?
  • Zay:
  • Looks like it, sir.
  • Cory:
  • : Looking disgusted:
  • Nature.
  • : Zay sits down next to Lucas:
  • Cory:
  • : Peppy:
  • Okay well how about a little bus ride entertainment everyone, eh? A little sing along maybe? 99 bottles of cola anyone?
  • Josh:
  • 99 bottles of...cola?
  • Cory:
  • We’re only approved for general audiences
  • : Shrugs:
  • Josh:
  • Ah, okay
  • Cory:
  • So, 99 bottles? She’ll be Comin Round the Mountain?
  • : No one even looks at him:
  • Josh? Ya wanna help me out a little here?
  • Josh:
  • Sorry my brother, you’re on your own with this one.
  • : Puts on headphones:
  • Come on everybody! What’s a road trip without some singin!
  • : Silence, no one looking:
  • How about a little eye spy? License plate game? Truth or dare?
  • Everyone:
  • NO!!!!!
  • : Cory taken aback, looking hurt by everyone yelling at him:
  • Topanga:
  • Okay, Captain Cory, why don’t you just sit down and take a nap.
  • : Cory doesn’t move:
  • Topanga:
  • That’ssss it, alright, come on and just sit down with me.
  • : Cory sits with her, sinking down slowly:
  • Topanga:
  • : Whispers:
  • Let the kids live, remember?
  • Cory:
  • : Humorously frustrated:
  • A bunch of maroons, all of ‘em!
  • Topanga:
  • : Patting Cory on the shoulder:
  • I know Honey, life’s tough. I know. Maybe you should think about getting a helmet.
  • : Cory gives her a dirty look than lays his head on shoulder of Topanga, falls asleep almost instantly and snores his girly snore:
  • : Topanga chuckles to herself:
  • : Flash over to Maya/Riley:
  • Maya:
  • You alright, Honey?
  • Riley:
  • : Fake Riley smile, almost tears in her eyes:
  • Yeah Maya, I’m fine.
  • Maya:
  • : Steadfast in Riley’s eyes:
  • It’s going to be okay. I am here for you. I am ALWAYS here for you. Whenever you're ready to talk about it.
  • Riley:
  • : More tears in her eyes, sits facing forward, matter of factly:
  • Except there’s nothing to talk about.
  • Maya:
  • Like I said, whenever you're ready.
  • : Looks out window:
  • : Pan to Zay/Lucas:
  • Zay:
  • You alright man?
  • Lucas:
  • : Extremely sarcastic/rude:
  • Oh me? Me, am I alright? Yeah, Zay, I’m great. I’m totally fine. I’ve literally never been better.
  • Zay:
  • Dude that couldn’t have been easy to see Ma-
  • Lucas:
  • Not now Zay, OK? Just…Not. Now.
  • : Zay nods, glances over at Maya, then back at Lucas shaking his head slightly, Lucas just looking out the window, angrily:
  • : Pan back to Farkle and Smackle :
  • Farkle:
  • : Jiggles leg nervously, looks over at Smackle, who glances back, both nervously awkwardly smirk at each other and look back down, riding in silence :
  • : Long pause:
  • : Farkle breaks silence:
  • Smackle…Can I ask you something?
  • Smackle:
  • Alright.
  • Farkle:
  • …Why do you flirt with Lucas so much?
  • Smackle:
  • : Glances over hastily:
  • What? Are you trying to accuse me of something? Because after last night-
  • Farkle:
  • No, no of course not, I’m not accusing you of anything. And I’m so sorry if last night made you uncomfortable, but there was no reason to be. I just really want to know...Why do you flirt with Lucas?
  • Smackle:
  • I ….I guess I’m not totally sure I know that answer.
  • Farkle:
  • : Pauses briefly :
  • Well. I think I do.
  • Smackle:
  • You think I like Lucas?
  • Farkle:
  • No, I don’t think you like Lucas.
  • Smackle:
  • Then what? What is it that you think?
  • Farkle:
  • : Takes a deep breath, then looks at her and begins:
  • I think you are Isadora Smackle. One of the most beautiful, intelligent, wonderful people in the world. And I think that you never used to know that…how beautiful you are. But I also think that has changed. I think you are starting to understand it, and I think you are learning how to be confident. Not just with me, but with everyone around you. And so you flirt with people like Lucas and Zay because you’ve never been brave enough to do it before.
  • Smackle:
  • I never mean to upset you, Farkle-
  • Farkle:
  • : Very matter of fact, looking at the ground:
  • I know that. But Smackle that’s the thing. I’m not upset that you flirt with them, or anyone. Maybe I should be, but I’m not. I’m actually glad.
  • : Smackle looks taken aback/confused:
  • : Farkle looks straight into her eyes:
  • I care so much about you that there is literally nothing i want more than to see you happy and loving yourself. That’s all that matters to me...Do you understand?
  • Smackle:
  • I think so.
  • Farkle:
  • I like you. Sometimes I think one day I could more than like you. You are the first girl I have ever felt that way about. But you’re changing. We all are. And I don't know exactly how to handle that, but sometimes I think that maybe you and I are better as teammates, then we are at being boyfriend and girlfriend. I just know that I always want to cheer you on, Smackle. I never want to be what holds you back.
  • Smackle:
  • But you aren’t holding me back. You make me want to be better.
  • Farkle:
  • Yea! Yea in math and science and school! You do that for me too. But do you ever think you would be happier having the freedom for new social experiments, without worrying about what I think? Because I think you deserve that, Isadora. I think deep down you want that. And I know you don’t want to hurt me, but you won’t, OK? You can tell me anything and I promise you won't hurt me.
  • Smackle:
  • : Ponders, pauses:
  • Maybe a part of me wants that. Yes. But I care about you, too. And you are right, I do not want to hurt you.
  • : Grabs his hand:
  • You have helped me feel, Farkle Minkus.
  • Farkle:
  • And you have helped me understand love, Isadora Smackle.
  • : Smiling at each other:
  • Farkle:
  • And I’m really sorry about last night. I don’t want to hurt you either. Even though I’m still not quite sure why you were.
  • Smackle:
  • I don’t think I was hurt. I think I was confused. Perhaps in denial. But I’m not anymore.
  • Farkle:
  • : Perplexed:
  • Denial? About you and me?
  • Smackle:
  • No, not you and…me.
  • Farkle:
  • Then what?
  • Smackle:
  • You’ll see.
  • Farkle:
  • : Still perplexed, then looks down, silence:
  • Smackle:
  • So…
  • Farkle:
  • So…
  • Smackle:
  • Did we just…
  • : Using air quotes:
  • Have a “break up”?
  • Farkle:
  • Yes, I think maybe we did.
  • Smackle:
  • Hmm. I have never experienced the end of a romantic relationship before. Do I cry now?
  • Farkle:
  • : Chuckles:
  • I haven’t either. But no Smackle, not if you don’t feel sad.
  • Smackle:
  • Should I feel sad?
  • Farkle:
  • It’s okay if you don’t.
  • Smackle:
  • Maybe a little sad. But mostly I feel…content. Is that an acceptable way to feel?
  • Farkle:
  • : Smiles to himself:
  • Yea, that’s totally acceptable. I think I feel that way as well.
  • : Flash forward to everyone exiting bus, Topanga Cory and Josh standing out on the curb as everyone gets off:
  • : Riley comes out first:
  • Riley:
  • Thanks for taking us skiing, you guys.
  • : Maya comes up behind her Riley:
  • Maya:
  • First of all Riley, you didn't even ski. You realized there were no bunnies on the bunny slope and stayed inside drinking cocoa all day.
  • Riley:
  • They had the mini marshmellows!
  • Maya:
  • I know honey.
  • But yeah, thanks Matthews. It was…interesting.
  • : Josh and Maya smiling coyly at each other:
  • Cory:
  • : Looking back and forth at the two of them, growing concerned:
  • Wait a minute, what’s going on here? what IS this??? What happened this weekend?!
  • Josh:
  • : Quickly, shaking head vigorously:
  • Nothin!
  • Maya:
  • Nothing!
  • : Maya slowly, slyly smiles at Josh again:
  • …Nothing yet, at least.
  • : Winks at Josh, Josh smiles back, sees Cory staring at him angrily, quickly puts on a straight face, Cory looking like he is going to explode:
  • Maya:
  • OK Riles time to go!
  • : Maya quickly pulls Riley by the hand and runs away, Riley stumbling being dragged by her:
  • Cory:
  • : Chasing after them:
  • Maya...Maya! Shawn is NOT GOING TO LIKE THIS!
  • : Zay next to exit, Lucas after:
  • Josh:
  • : Reaches for a pound:
  • See ya later guys, hope you had a fun-
  • Lucas:
  • : Pauses to look at Josh annoyed:
  • ....Oh yeah whatever
  • : Stalks off quickly mumbling:
  • ....creepy creep creep...
  • Josh:
  • : Looks perplexed at Zay:
  • What’s up with that guy?
  • Zay:
  • He uh, yeah he gets that motion sickness thing, ya know. Makes him crabby so…
  • : Salutes Josh:
  • See ya!
  • : Runs off after Lucas:
  • : Farkle and Smackle exit last, wave goodbye to Topanga and Josh, start walking, together:
  • Farkle:
  • : Stops:
  • So…
  • : Reaches hand out to for Smackle to shake:
  • Teammates, then?
  • Smackle:
  • : Looks at hand, then Farkle, grabs him into a hug:
  • Yes. Teammates. And friends.
  • : Pull away from hug:
  • Smackle:
  • : Points finger in Farkle’s face:
  • But just because I have just shattered your Farkle heart to pieces, I mean look at you, you’re a mess-
  • : Gestures up and down at Farkle:
  • : Farkle, surprised looks down at himself, wondering how he is acting/looking like a mess:
  • If you think I am going to go easy on you in debate team, calculus club, or any other activity we may have to compete in- you’ve got another thing coming, buster. You’re just going to have to toughen up.
  • Farkle:
  • Oh, I’ll mend this broken heart, Isadora. And then? I’m gonna bring it.
  • : Silly joking sneer at her:
  • Game on, Nemesis.
  • Smackle:
  • : Sneering back:
  • Game on.
  • : Two start walking away from each other, Smackle turns back around:
  • Smackle:
  • Oh. And Farkle?
  • Farkle:
  • Yea?
  • Smackle:
  • I wasn’t the first girl.
  • Farkle:
  • ????
  • Smackle:
  • The first girl you liked. I was not the first.
  • Farkle:
  • : Getting upset/defensive, starts to walk back towards her:
  • Smackle, what? Yes you we-
  • Smackle:
  • : Puts her hand up to stop him:
  • I told you I was no longer confused after last night. And I am not. I now understand everything. Soon, you will understand also. You are almost as smart as me, after all.
  • : Pats him on the cheek:
  • Farkle:
  • Smackle, what!?
  • Smackle:
  • Like I said…You’ll see.
  • : Smackle walks away, Farkle left standing there, confused:
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Garrett Inquisition Banters - Dorian
  • Dorian: The Champion of Kirkwall, is it? A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
  • Garrett: I wouldn't have thought anyone who could have had a seat in the Magesterium would much care to know about the south
  • Dorian: You know of the Magesterium? Truly? Most in the South think ever mage in Tevinter is a Magister
  • Garrett: Don't take it as a compliment. My husband was a slave to one of your magisters
  • ---
  • Dorian: So you married a slave?
  • Garrett: /Former/ slave. He belongs to no one
  • Dorian: Ooh, touchy
  • ---
  • Dorian: Have I offended you?
  • Garrett: What makes you think I'm offended?
  • Dorian: Well in Varric's book he writes you as an understanding paragon of goodness, and yet whenever I'm within ten feet you start scowling
  • Garrett: I... didn't realise. I apologise
  • Dorian: Oh no need. In fact, it makes you one of the friendliest southerners I've met so far!
  • ---
  • Dorian: So-
  • Garrett: Not now
  • Dorian: I haven't even said anything
  • Garrett: I'm not up for talking at the moment. Please, just not now
  • Varric: Leave him alone, Sparkler. Everyone has their days
  • ---
  • Garrett: So you actually read Varric's books then?
  • Dorian: Not all of them. I tried reading that romance, Swords and Shields, per Cassandra's recommendation. I felt my IQ drop after the first sentence
  • Garrett: The Seeker recommended it? Varric will have a field day with that
  • Dorian: Well would you look at that? A smile! I feel blessed
  • Garrett: *sighs* And now you've ruined it
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... you're interested in men, are you?
  • Garrett: And married
  • Dorian: Well I noticed /that/. You and Fenris can barely keep your hands off of each other. I was just wondering...
  • Garrett: What?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Let's go back to you scowling at me whenever I walked into the room, that was much more comfortable
  • ---
  • (After Dorian's personal quest)
  • Garrett: The other day, when you brought up my preference for men, were you going to ask about my father when he found out?
  • Dorian: Ah, I've been had, have I?
  • Garrett: It would seem so. Do you still want to know?
  • Dorian: So long as it doesn't end with 'and then he decided to try a blood ritual to make me acceptable'
  • Garrett: Nothing like that. I was about seventeen when I realised, nineteen when I finally told him. It wasn't easy. I was terrified actually
  • Dorian: You were scared he wouldn't approve. I understand. What did he do, when you told him?
  • Garrett: He and my mother sat there and they listened. And when it was done, they just hugged me, told me they loved me, and that was it
  • Dorian: I see. You were lucky to have parents so ready to accept you as you were
  • Garrett: I was. And maybe you might be too, if your father's serious about making amends
  • Dorian: Maybe. I'd like to think he is
  • ---
  • Dorian: So your brother is a Grey Warden?
  • Garrett: He is. My fault, I'm afraid
  • Dorian: How so? I take it you didn't make him do it on a dare?
  • Garrett: I let him have his way. I let him go on that damned Deep Roads Expedition because he'd have thrown a fit over it otherwise
  • Dorian: He caught the Blight, I take it?
  • Garrett: Yes. And if not for Anders knowing where to find Grey Wardens, he would have died
  • Dorian: That hardly makes it your fault. Sounds more like rotten luck to me
  • Garrett: If I'd just made him stay at home-
  • Dorian: He'd have thrown a fit and done something equally stupid to spite you, I'm sure
  • Carver: I'm standing right here you know
  • Dorian: Oh I'm well aware
  • ---
  • Dorian: You know I always thought that Varric made that up
  • Garrett: *groans* Dare I even ask...
  • Dorian: You'd really never kissed anyone before Fenris? And he was your first time too? My, how romantic
  • Garrett: I am going to kill Varric...
  • Dorian: And here I thought we were past the 'you scowling at my mere presence' stage
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, you and Farier?
  • Dorian: Ah, you are curious? Well, I do love talking about me, so there's no harm in indulging you
  • Garrett: *chuckles* How on earth does he put up with you?
  • Farier: Well see, he does this thing with his tongue where he-
  • Dorian: Amatus!
  • Farier: *smugly* What? You use your tongue to talk, don't you?
  • Dorian: Oh, you little-!
  • Garrett: *laughs*
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... open to a friendly wager, Garrett?
  • Garrett: Hardly. The last time I wagered anything, it involved Isabela winning my clothes at cards and me running home with a bucket to cover my privates
  • Dorian: *laughs* Quite the image! Now that's a story I have to hear
  • Varric: I'll tell you all about it back at camp, Sparkler
  • Marian: You can see it first hand if you get him drunk enough
  • Dorian: And now I have my next endeavour all planned out
  • Garrett: Maker, no. Just no
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, out of curiosity, what did you want to wager on?
  • Dorian: Interested are we?
  • Garrett: Hardly, just curious as to what you were going to propose
  • Dorian: Well it's not fun if we don't wager. Varric put in for ten royals already on the odds of three-to-one
  • Garrett: In favour of what?
  • Dorian: I'm only telling those who are betting
  • ---
  • Garrett: Fine, just tell me what we're betting on
  • Dorian: Aha! Knew your curiosity would win out. We're betting on our dear Inquisitor's chances for success
  • Garrett: You're... betting on whether or not she'll die? That's rather morbid
  • Dorian: Not dying per say, though I suppose that will be the outcome if Corypheus isn't stopped. So, your wager?
  • Garrett: Not my trousers, that's for damn sure
  • Dorian: *laughs* Blast, and to think I could have owned the trousers of the Champion of Kirkwall!
  • Sera: I could pants him for you!
  • Garrett: Don't even think about it
  • Sera: *cackles* Too late!
  • Garrett: She's joking... Right?
  • Dorian: My dear Garrett, I'd watch myself from now on if I were you
  • ---
  • Dorian: So I sated your curiosity on our bet, now sate mine. Why /were/ you always scowling at me?
  • Garrett: I didn't even realise I was doing it before you pointed it out
  • Dorian: Nonsense, there must have been a reason. I /did/ hear you duelled Danarius and had a part in his death
  • Garrett: True. And I still have the scars to prove it
  • Dorian: So is it because I was nearly a magister? I take it that it's not because I'm from Tevinter, considering your choice in marital partner
  • Garrett: I... I don't know
  • Dorian: Ah, perhaps you feared I would harm Fenris in some way? I imagine he paints quite a picture of the Imperium
  • Garrett: Just... stop. I don't want to talk about this anymore
  • Dorian: Very well. Shall we talk about me instead? I do love that topic
  • ---
  • Dorian: Are they always that loud?
  • Garrett: Try sleeping next door to them. I think they do it on purpose
  • Dorian: Have you ever tried-?
  • Garrett: Yes, and it doesn't work. Trust me
  • Dorian: You must have gotten back at them somehow. I doubt Fenris would let it go
  • Garrett: *smugly* Well we did book them for the Bad Girl Special at the Blooming Rose once
  • Dorian: What-?
  • Marian: I still hate you for that
  • Garrett: I know. And it was worth it
  • ---
  • Dorian: You... really remember nothing?
  • Garrett: Not really. Only what I've been told since waking up
  • Dorian: Hm. When the Nightmare stole Lyris' memories, it only took her memories of the Conclave... Perhaps it was your extended contact with the demon that did it
  • Garrett: Do you think it will come back?
  • Dorian: I don't know. But if there is a chance, I am happy to help however I can
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Hmph, of course it took a memory wipe for you to say that to me
  • ---
  • Dorian: Lothering?
  • Garrett: Darkspawn
  • Dorian: Cheery. Kirkwall?
  • Garrett: Home
  • Dorian: Fenris?
  • Garrett: Husband
  • Dorian: Are you saying that because you know it, or because you feel it?
  • Garrett: ...both
  • Dorian: Hm... Ah. Dorian?
  • Garrett: *smugly* Scowling
  • Dorian: Aha, you /are/ starting to remember properly now, aren't you?
  • ---
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Well, I won't be one to refuse thanks but I usually like to know what I'm being thanked for
  • Garrett: For helping me remember. I was a bit of an arse to you in the beginning, wasn't I?
  • Dorian: Well you didn't spit when we met. It's more than I can say for the blacksmith
  • Garrett: *sighs* And there goes the moment...
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, Dorian...
  • Dorian: Ah, are we back to scowling now I am to be a true Magister? Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I've even been practicing my maniacal laugh
  • Garrett: I just wanted to offer my sympathies for your father's death. I know how hard it is to lose a parent
  • Dorian: *sympathetically* Or two, in your case. I appreciate the sentiment, though I'd rather not speak at length about it
  • Garrett: Of course. Have you at least had your grapes peeled for you since being back in Tevinter?
  • Dorian: *laughs* No, but it is at the top of my list when I take my seat in the Magesterium. Along with trying to drag the Imperium back out of the muck, though that's a slightly more long term goal I'm afraid
  • Garrett: I'd heard a few rumours about that. You really think you can do it?
  • Dorian: Maybe, maybe not. But if I don't try, who will?
  • Garrett: True enough. If you ever need anything...
  • Dorian: Oh perish the thought. I believe you've been through enough, my friend. Only fate would be unkind enough to saddle you with yet more trouble after all of this