For DWC - "First Dance", author's choice of ship if you want! :)
Thank you for prompting me :D This is the first one I’ve managed to finish for @dadrunkwriting!
Gonna do this for… Alistair x Rora Surana – 656 words
Despite its remoteness, the inn the party stopped at that night proved a surprisingly lively place. The companions were in the midst of dinner when musicians emerged as if from nowhere and began to play a lively jig. Patrons clapped their hands in time to the music, and others got up to dance. Zevran was enthralled.
“Some entertainment at last!” he said. “I thought you Fereldans did not know the meaning of the word. We should join in. Rora, if I may?”
Rora, still in the process of drinking her soup, looked up in surprise at Zevran’s offered hand. She shook her head.
“No, thank you,” she said. “I can’t dance.”
“Anyone can dance,” said Zevran. Rora shrugged apologetically. “Really? No? Alistair, then!” He turned to the tall man, who was seated next to Rora. “Dance with me, my good man.”
Alistair, who had been chewing a bite of bread, swallowed so hard Rora feared he would choke. He, too, shook his head.
“No, no, absolutely not,” he said. “I am not dancing, much less with you.”
Zevran clicked his tongue, and turned to the others, “Anyone else? No?” He sighed when he was met with rejections all around. “Ah, you wound me. But, no matter. I’m sure someone will wish to dance with one as handsome as I.”
With that, he swept off to look for a partner elsewhere in the inn. The others went back to their food and conversations, but Rora caught Alistair’s eye.
“You really don’t want to dance?” she said. “With anyone?”
Alistair reddened. He put his bread down before meeting her eyes again.
“I’ve never done it before,” he said sheepishly. “No dancing in the Grey Wardens, much less in Templar training. If I tried I’d embarrass myself.”
Instead of answering, Rora let her eyes wander to the dancers. Couples were spinning, whirling and stepping across the floor in time to the music. Zevran, too, danced with a partner—a dark eyed human man who’d been sitting in a corner by himself. Zevran dramatically spun and then dipped his taller partner as the music picked up, and he and the man laughed.
Rora turned back to Alistair.
“Looks fun,” she said.
The song came to an end. They watched as Zevran bowed to his partner, then walked over to a human woman, bowing to her as well and offering his hand. She giggled and took it. The band began to play again, a slower, quieter song. A steady drum beat.
Making a decision, Rora pushed back her chair and stood up. She held out her hand to Alistair.
“Come on,” she said. “I can’t dance either, so you don’t need to be embarrassed.”
Alistair stared at her hand, blinked. Then, he grinned. He stood up and took her small hand in his.
“Fine,” he said. He moved closer, close enough that his body pressed against hers. His voice was a rumble just above her head. “Just don’t get mad if I step on your toes.”
She giggled, pressing her face into his chest. Then, she stepped back and they walked hand in hand onto the inn floor.
It wasn’t much of a dance. As much more skilled couples wove and spun around them, she and Alistair simply swayed in place, his hand on the small of her back. She didn’t care, though. All she was aware of was the warmth of his body against hers and the gentle way he held her. Looking up into his eyes, the music, the other couples, faded away. All that remained was the two of them.
When the song ended—it took them a moment to realize it had—they came apart, sheepish and shy once more.
“That was nice,” Alistair said, rubbing his head.
“Yes,” said Rora. She looked up and smiled. “I think we need more practice, though.”
Alistair reached for her hand again, drawing her closer, and she giggled as his lips brushed the top of her head.