Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

It's Our Little Secret

Sharrkan took a seat beside the campfire with a groan. "These frecking darkspawn are going to drive me nuts." He huffed as he took off his boots, dumping out the water and the solitary fish from them. "Stupid river.."

"I thought you were already nuts." Yamuraiha retorted, smirking happily from her dry perch.

Sharrkan sneered. "Stupid mage.."

"What was that?"

"Don't start." Ja'far intervened, hanging his clothes to dry by the fire. He wore a simple robe instead of his usually armor, and it was obvious it bothered the assassin. "It's late. We should get some sleep."

"After some food." Sharrkan muttered, casually removing the rest of his armor until he was left in his undergarments.

"Have you no shame?" Spartos inquired as he passed Sharrkan with the pot, probably full of stew.

Sharrkan sighed dreamily. "Why are elves so fucking attractive?"

The redhead sent a glare at him from the corner of his eye."Why are humans such pigs?"

Yamuraiha snorted and Sharrkan glared at her. "Whatever," He continued. "Does it bother you, Spartos?"

"Does what bother me?"

"You're the only elf here. The rest of us are humans."

"Drakon's not." Pisti pointed out, taking a break from drawing her maps.

"Well, he was."

"To answer your question, Sharrkan," Spartos interrupted. "It does not bother me."

"But don't you miss your clan? Traveling all the time? Your tradition, that stuff?"

"Are you trying to make me homesick?"

Sharrkan shrugged. "I'm only curious. Me, I'm glad to be away from my stupid brother."

"I still can't believe you gave up a life of nobility for this." Yamuraiha cut in.

"'This' is better than being stuck at home with nothing to do. I'd rather fight darkspawn and end the Blight than sit at home and wait to die."

"This'll just make it quicker." Spartos muttered.

Sharrkan shrugged again with an exaggerated yawn. "Maybe. Maybe not."

The conversation died as Spartos and Pisti started dishing out the dinner to those still awake. Which would only be those four and Masrur, a human warrior. They ate in a comfortable silence, the only noise being the fire crackling and the occasional owl. Sharrkan found it peaceful; a beautiful contrast the their usual hectic, everyday life. He found his eyes drifting back between his food to Spartos. He'd always heard how attractive elves are; how often their used as prostitutes because of this. But Spartos was something else entirely, an ethereal beauty. Sharrkan happened to fancy whatever passed his way, which for some reason always come off as a shock to other people. But come on- if someone like him were to come at anyone, they'd probably switch their sexuality without a second thought.

It wasn't like it was a big shock, either. Spartos was still fairly feminine, even with his fine muscles from years of training and fighting. His skin was smooth (sparring and bandaging him had proven much) and milky. His nearly-shoulder length hair was a crimson color that would drive any man crazy. Sharrkan personally loved the way his ears poked out from his hair, like his hair grew to accommodate the appendages. His eyes also drove the rogue crazy. They were dark orbs that were always locked, blocking everyone from truly seeing in. But sometimes, like when Spartos first told him about his brother, Mystras who was killed by humans, Sharrkan could see deeper into the dark portals. He could see the feeling and pain he'd suffered just like the rest of them.