So I am a sporadic writer at he best. The muse is very fickle with this one. Anyway Darcyland is one of my favourites, and with so many amazing writers and stories- you guys have helped me through some pretty rough patches in the past year. You know when you read so many great stories, it becomes a bit intimidating to dip one’s amateur toes in that very same pool in the fear of screwing it all up. Anyway I just had to thank you guys for all the amazing fics that I got to read. So I wrote this little thing as my first foray into the writer side of Darcyland. Do let me know what you think of it.
She was supposed to be on her way to the
airport right now; on her way to the US embassy in Germany. Instead she was sat, in the ass crack of dawn-
staring at her mailbox, trying to compose a grown up reason- other than ‘I don’t
want to’- for refusing the job.
She knew since the past week that leaving would
be wrong. That feeling dogged her continuously even though her finally leaving
was always in the cards. She studied Political Science for crying out loud! She
wasn’t made for hard science. That was why she had recruited Ian in the first
place- she was supposed to train him in all things Jane and hand over a well-
trained Jane- expert who could also Science! Hell, even Jane knew she wasn’t
permanent. She had been in it for that awful six science credits; and came out
of it with her whole axis displaced.
Looking back, she wonders why on earth Jane
ever took her on. She was a 21 years old slacker without any prospects who
could only afford college because of her trust fund; who only decided on
college to escape the suffocation of conservative values back home. College had
been hard and her attitude had not helped her. Before long she had found
herself lacking in those six godforsaken credits. At that time Jane’s proposal
seemed like an easy A. Keep the scientist fed and watered and occasionally dose
her in vitamin D; and in return get those credits. At that time she had thought
the whole gig to be a hoot. Jane was hardly a department favourite, what with
her ‘wayward’ ideas; but now she knows better. She knows that Jane chose her
from half a dozen of hard science applicants- though she has point blank
refused to say why. She wonders what Jane saw in her. She knows Jane inspired
her. Her grit and determination when the whole world pushed her down was
admirable. In only a few months Jane had become her role model: made her
realise that she could do a lot more if only she applied to her potential. With
that in mind she had started looking for work where she actually got to use her
degree. Jane had been her very enthusiastic and number one supporter- so had
Thor once he had shifted base earth side.
But now, when all was going great. When she
finally had a decent paying job, her world changed. In came the Big Bad! The S.H.I.E.L.D
upheaval made her sick in the stomach. Scrolling through the data actually made
her throw up a few times; before she had the foresight to read in an empty
stomach (yet that didn’t stop her from dry heaving). The world was in a great
big mess and once its people started to come out of that shock; fear would set
in. She could see it. Fear being the greatest motivator for any disaster, and
the need to fill up the vacuum created by S.H.I.E.L.D/HYDRA would definitely
lead to consequences she could not even begin to comprehend. But she had still
held her tongue and tried to enjoy the farewell party that Jane and Thor had
thrown her. However the next day she had watched the Black Widow vs The Senate
debacle and her fears closed their cold hands round her throat. She was sure
that the time was near when the Avengers would fall from grace from perceived
wrong doings- and the whole world would be out for their blood. And where would
she be? Tucked in an office in Germany- on Team World! No way! She was Team
Jane! all the way. Now that Team Jane! had a plus one, who was not only an
Avenger but also an alien; she could very well imagine how bad the situation
could turn out for them should the powers of the world wanted to prosecute
Jane was the first person to love her the
way she was. She was going to stick to her like a wart. She would make up contingency
plans when hell finally broke lose. Jane was there to save her from herself and
to see her prosper. Now she would stick with her little family- they would be
stronger together. Smiling to herself, she composed a satisfying, apologetic
mail and shut the laptop; only to find Thor watching her from the doorway.
“I see you have decided against leaving,”
“You don’t sound surprised.”
“Back on Asgard, warriors would be backed
by someone with political acumen. Someone who could see the larger picture. You behaviour the past week was practically screaming
out your final decision,” he said kindly.
She snorted. “Did anyone ever tell you that
you are more insightful than you look?”
Thor simply smiled.
“Do you think I made the right decision?”
“Are you at peace with your choice? Right
and wrong is simply a matter of perspective my friend.”
“Too early for philosophy big guy,” she groaned.
“If I were to say that your decision brings
peace to my heart? Knowing that you will always have my back and if required
will guide me if I misstep?” Thor asked.
“I’m not a hero, that’s in your job
“Your battle field and mine may differ. But
never believe that you are any less a hero on your turf. After all, not all
heroes wear capes. Some wear a lot of knit wear and a smile,” he proclaimed.
“Hey! Don’t diss the knit,” she scowled.
Then-“What do I tell Jane? She is going to be so disappointed.”
“Maybe try the truth?” came the rather
unhelpful suggestion- in her opinion- as Thor ventured into the kitchen and
started to rummage through the shelves.
“Look here dude; I’m the sass master in
this household,” she waggled her finger.
Thor laughed, “Very well then. How would
you like for me to cook you ladies some breakfast and you can enlighten Jane on
how you choosing not to leave will be beneficial in the long run. I am told
scientists are mendable to logic.”
“Hmm, worth a shot. But if it goes
sideways, I’m throwing you under the bus,” she declared. “Now get your royal
backside to work. I want eggs and pancakes.” With that she shuffled to the
“Darcy.” She turned back to look at Thor’s
contemplative face. “As much as I adore that our family will not be broken, I
desperately hope our fears never take corporeal form. But should that ill time
come; then know this- I put my faith and life in your hands, My Lady,” he
tilted his head in her direction.
Her eyes fogged over and the next thing she
knew, her arms were around Thor’s waist and he held her as she made promises that
they both hoped never got to see the light of the day.
Why do you keep forgetting that Sebastian is a sassy little shit? I mean it’s all precious and sweet, that you keep depicting him as this innocent, ever-friendly, Maker-loving choir boy, but have you also considered these?
Before a fight: “Maker preserve their stupid, stupid souls.“
When killing and enemy: “Arrows courtesy of Sebastian Vael!“
After a fight: “And I just cleaned my armour.”
About to KO: “Why do they always go for the archers?“
Anders: How can you have so much faith? Does nothing bother you? Sebastian: You’re bothering me.
Aveline: I’ve seen greater men than you use that excuse. Sebastian: Noted and ignored, Captain.
Fenris: I can’t decide if it is certainty you have, or blindness. Sebastian: (Chuckles) At least you can’t decide.
Isabela: You weren’t? You weren’t going to tell me to comfort the needy and give freely of myself? Sebastian: From what I hear, you already give yourself quite freely.
To Isabela if she returned to give the stolen book back: “It’s frightening, isn’t it, to realize you have the potential to be a better person?”
Merrill: I’ve always wondered: how do your Divines choose their names? Sebastian: They write all the best sacred names on slips of paper and stuff them in a miter. Sebastian: Then the newly elected Divine picks a name out of the hat. Merrill: What if she picks a name she doesn’t like? Does she have to keep it? Sebastian: Of course she does. How do you think we got four Divines named Hortensia?
Sebastian with Hawke in the Legacy DLC: “I wish my parents could see me now. They always said I had “no sense of the dignity of my station.” A disgrace to the Vael name.” <Location dependent> “Now, here I am, tracking down dwarven ruffians…” “Now, here I am, traipsing around the Deep Roads like a common soldier.” (If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality) Hawke: I’m sure they’d be proud of you for defending a friend. Sebastian: They must be rolling in their graves… (If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality) Hawke: If you could bring your family back from the dead, that’s what you’d want? For them to be disappointed in you? Sebastian: (Laughs) How else would I know it’s really them? (If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality) Hawke: They’re dead. Let them go. Sebastian: They must be rolling in their graves…
During the Tallis DLC when looking for Hawke: Carver: And we are back to front yet again. Sebastian: Blessed Andraste, guide us. Protect our friends in this dark hour. Carver: Right. Prayer. Useful, useful. Or we could do something. Sebastian: Guide us by the wisdom of your light… in silence.
During the Tallis DLC Act 3: Tallis: So if I put an apple on my head, could you shoot it off? Sebastian: Considering what you’ve led us into, I don’t think that would be wise.
You know you love someone when you can spend the entire night sitting by the fire watching them sleep.
Title: I Really Don’t Know Love At All Characters: Keith, Allura (Voltron) Media: iPad Pro & Adobe Sketch (Lines), Cintiq + Photoshop (Colors) Notes: VLD Rare Pair Week Day 3: Sleeping. Was listening to Joni Mitchell’s “Both Sides Now” while drawing this–because that song is amaze. Rare pair week is turning into rare pare month for me…but I’m determined to get at least one more prompt done :).