Dragon Age: One Shots

Iron Bull x Female Adaar- Wingman

"I promise you, Tiny. I'm a great wingman!"

"The best in the business." Leliana confirmed with arms crossed and a smirk painted across her porcelain face.

"Fine, alright. Just don't give me away." Bull pleaded while scanning the area, looking for her amongst the nobles like his life depended on it. He felt like it did. If that other man were to sweep her up before he got the chance...

"I wouldn't dream of it. This will be the best night of your life, I can guarantee!"

"I don't know if I'd go that far..."

"Stop spoiling the fun, Nightingale."

"There she is!" Bull sped away, wiping the wrinkles from his red suit in a single swipe.

A beautiful, strong qunari in a dress. 'Twas a bizarre sight to behold. She was leaning on the railing in the garden, lost in her own world. As he stepped closer he examined every last detail, nearly dismissing Morrigan's presence entirely. She wore a red dress, hem splayed across the stone beneath her like a pool of velvet. A wide scar on her back was exposed through a deep slit in the fabric, his favorite scar. Each told a story, every one more alluring than the next. Her shoulder blades peeked out, scattering interesting shadows. Her hair was restrained by an elegant gemmed pin, given to her by Josephine. Two soft strands of red hair had freed themselves, now resting at the sides of her face. She was simply going to wear the same as he was, but the Antivan woman had insisted, and no one dared to oppose Josephine.

He had never been this nervous approaching a lover before, this was... certainly a different feeling.

"They ran out of that cheese dip. Asked for more, and they gave me this look, the assholes." What an idiot, that was not a good way to start a serious conversation. "How ya doing?" He asked timidly.

"It's been a long day." Her expression made no change.

"Least we got to the end of the day alive. Thats more than some can say." Something was off, she was stressed, but the only way he knew that effectively relieved tension... was not fitting for a formal ball. "Cullen's giving orders now. We're just about good here."

He cleared his throat and threw his shoulders back before turning to face her. Bull had spotted Varric, spying from a quiet corner inside, flashing a gaping smile and two very excited thumbs up.

"Come on. The music's finally got enough of a beat to dance to." He stretched out one of his well-toned arms.

She smiled. "I'd love to."

"Good, they're out of food." He rested his hand at her hip, leading the woman through the mass of snobby noblewomen.

They stopped in the middle of the room, just beneath the chandelier. She was fairly short for a qunari, astonishingly short. The top of her horns were level with his shoulders.

He was right, the music was gentle and upbeat, great for dancing. They trotted across the room, a spectacle for all.

"Empress of fire, what season may come? We fight for the day.."

Varric stood atop the opposing balcony, staring down from the stairs, smiling like that of a proud artist. It could be called art, none would expect the two qunari to be decent dancers, but they wove across the room like threads in a tapestry. Jumping and spinning one another, springing from one tile to the next. She was a rogue, muscular but light on her feet. He was a warrior, giant, but he had the grounding and balance of a mountain, never misplacing a foot. Nobles gawked, some in admiration and merriment, others stunned with eyes wide and mouths agape. The Inquisitor dancing with her Ben-Hassrath lover, 'twas a bold statement.

Song after song was played, each slower than the last. They danced like this until one in particular caught his attention. 'Must've been sentimental.' She thought to herself. She had heard it before, but could not quite place a finger on where.

He slowed his steps, pulling her closer in a swift tug. She blushed. The rest of the room followed their lead, yet backed away to give them space. Varric made suggestive faces at her from behind a large vase. She knew what the dwarf was hinting at, and wouldn't decline, it was a pleasant thought after all...

She looked up, allowing herself to be lost in his eyes. They weren't particularly unique, but qunari eye-sight was splendid, she could secern every twist of color and every spot in his pupils. He was warm... and comfortable. She couldn't help but melt into his arms, cheek pressing closer and closer to his chest.

He smiled, a smile she cherished above all else, and yet she was not the one who saw it. The dwarf hiding in the corner, he recorded it, that gaping grin would be forever marked in the history of their adventure. He blushed, a thing that had not happened to him in a very long time. They continued to sway back and forth, embracing sweetly. One man in particular glared at them, he longed to have such a strong bond. With her.

This was the day she made the decision. She would slay the dragon, and she would show him just how deep the roots of her affections were planted, hoping, praying he would accept.