Dragon Age One Shots

Camping, Cullen & Alistair

Cullen growled, his firelight eyes casting to the pair of fellow hikers they stumbled across on the trail. Or so they claimed. With neither tent nor pack in tow, he was beginning to question every word out of their mouths. In particular from that Isabela woman. She reminded him far too much of other charlatans he'd butted heads with over the years.

"Oi," a finger jabbed into his side, Alistair sliding closer over the dusted ground. "What's crawled up your backside this time?"

This was supposed to be a secluded hike, four days in the mountains with nary a person to talk to. His gaze flickered over to the prodding man beside him. Nary a new person to talk to. Getting Alistair to cease speaking required the use of both rope and duct tape, though he did have some in his pack.

Isabela chuckled, the gold jewelry around her neck jangling. Jewelry. In the woods. Who did such a thing?

Her partner wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulders, then stuck a five pronged stick into the fire. In an instant, all of the marshmallows cindered to flame. But that didn't bother Hawke, his beard never ceasing to sway in a laugh as he blew out each one, then suckered the gooey mess off with his teeth.

"Your turn," he passed the stick to Isabela, who plucked hers off with her fingers. The pair chowed down, smearing the sticky white mess over their mouths with a laugh. They barely glanced away from each other to the two men trying to not watch too intently.

"Oh," Hawke bellowed, "do you guys want any?"

"No th--" Cullen began.

Alistair lashed his hands forward to pick two off, "Yes, please." He crammed one into his mouth then turned to the prickly pear beside him. "Seriously? You'd seriously turn down a roasted marshmallow? More for me," and he popped the second into his overcrowded jaw.

"So, let me get this straight," Cullen sighed, not looking towards his companion who was slobbering to swallow down that mass. "You brought neither tent, nor proper gear, not even typical hiking rations, or anything to start a fire for that matter, but you have marshmallows."

"Yup, spotted 'em at the gas station just before the parking lot," Hawke grinned wider. "Thought it'd be fun."

"We're winging it," the woman winked at Cullen who scowled deeper.

"Sleeping out under the stars..." Hawke mused.

"While risking both lyme disease and being drown in a rainstorm," Cullen muttered to himself.

"Walking through the woods to chase a deer," Isabela answered back to Hawke, her ass scooting closer until she was nearly perched on his thigh.

"Falling off a cliff when you venture from the trail due to the lack of a map..."

"Finding that twenty-foot tall waterfall and jumping off!" Hawke shouted, one fist pumping through the air before Isabela caught it. She grabbed his hands to pull around the small of her back, flat out sitting in his lap now.

Drawing a finger down his jaw, she whispered, "Breaking in the waterfall."

"Oh yes," Hawke gasped, wrapping his arms around Isabela and dipping her down for a kiss.

"Breaking in..." Cullen scowled, shaking his head. To prove his annoyance he gesticulated to the idiotic couple while turning to Alistair for backup. Sadly, the man was too intently watching the spit-swapping session to do anything more than shrug. "How are you two not dead?" he settled for instead, accepting he was on his own.

Hawke snorted, "I ask that every day."

"Nothing ventured," Isabela responded back, sounding more and more like a pair of bank robbers trying to lay low until the heat was off 'em. "Any chance we can bum a lighter off you?"