BUAHAHHAHAHHA still tues on my computer.... favorite cheesy ick up lines for all the dai companions, and you personally, and what you think mine is...? (i suck at these tmi tuesdays.. i like normal info lol)
Lol. It’s still Tuesday for me, too! Or, it was when I got this. California, baby.
Anyway, I suck at cheese, so like, maybe these aren’t cheesy. But I can definitely come up with something. I do love courtship. I’ll just do romanceable companions, for now. Let’s see…
“You got bees in your pants, Inquisitor?”
“I thought the saying was ants in your pants.”
“Ants?” said Sera. “Piss it. Crawly.”
“I once was a cad you know.”
“Is that right?” said the Inquisitor.
“Of course,” said Dorian, finishing his wine in a single gulp. “I’m always right.”
The Iron Bull:
“You kind of look like you need a ride.”
“I have a horse,” said the Inquisitor. “Our tent is right over there.”
Bull picked up the Inquisitor, threw her over his shoulder.
She laughed. “I thought you hated metaphors,” she said.
“There’s nothing metaphorical about this, kadan.”
“I’ll have you naked by the end of the night,” she said. It was Wicked Grace, just the two of them.
“Is that right?”
She blushed, smiled down into her cards. “Forgive my bluntness Inquisitor. I meant only per the rules of the game.”
“That’s too bad.”
The Inquisitor batted her eyelashes once. “Solas,” she said. “Will you tell me more about the Fade?”
“Inquisitor,” he said, hurried, as she entered his quarters.
“That’s me,” said the Inquisitor. She smiled. “Josie sent me here for the paperwork. Something about the Templars. She said we should look at it together?”
“Ah, yes,” said Cullen, sort of lost to the moment. “Over here, we can do it on my desk.”
“I keep thinking of how you looked that night, naked in the hay, drenched in moonlight as we explored our feelings for one other. Perhaps I said too little then, or too much. I suppose we’ll never know.”
She demurred. “I read in a book once that when a man likes a woman, he lets her know with his actions, not his words.”
The Inquisitor leaned forward over the table, placed his hand on her hand.
Cassandra sighed. “I am doing this all wrong.”
“Not really,” said the Inquisitor.
Okay sorry that last one was sort of sweet.
Also, I don’t have a pick-up line for you, but I always read your tags when you reblog my writing, and they always bring me joy. So, thanks @thejabberwock. You had me at hello <3