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museyboxy2018-04-12 09:35 pm
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Soulmate AUs
1: your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.
2: your heart (and chest) glow when you first meet (or touch, if you prefer) your soulmate. Hopefully it's someone you like.
3: you're colorblind until you first see (or touch) your soulmate.
4: you're born with the first word your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your skin.
5: it's impossible to lie to your soulmate.
6: only your soulmate can kill you.
7: after you meet your soulmate, the two of you hear the same background music during important moments/events for the rest of your lives. not always romantic, lmao.
8: wild card!
2: your heart (and chest) glow when you first meet (or touch, if you prefer) your soulmate. Hopefully it's someone you like.
3: you're colorblind until you first see (or touch) your soulmate.
4: you're born with the first word your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your skin.
5: it's impossible to lie to your soulmate.
6: only your soulmate can kill you.
7: after you meet your soulmate, the two of you hear the same background music during important moments/events for the rest of your lives. not always romantic, lmao.
8: wild card!
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To be fair though, she hadn't told Varric a single lie for the ten years that they had been friends. She hadn't lied to him about being an apostate, she hadn't lied to him about how miserable she had been in the Circle and how angry she was at her sister for leaving without her to the Deep Roads (although Varric's wry counter arguments about what could have happened to her sort of defused that anger quickly). She hadn't lied about how much her father's teachings made her who she was.
Truly then, when she met back up with him and her sister at the Inquisition Headquarters in Skyhold, she had never spoken a lie to him at all. Until, of course, he asked her how her trip through the mountains was, and to keep her sister from worrying she had meant to say, 'Oh lovely. It was a bit cold but you know me, I bundled up right.'
What she ended up saying was, "Oh well I was attacked by a group of rogue templars who almost raped me but they didn't expect me to be so handy with a fire and ice, so I made short work of them. I burned the bodies but I didn't put down a prayer to the Maker because those hooligans didn't deserve it."
With that out, her cup went down with a clatter next to the plate of food she had been eating, and her face drained of all color. "I - ah. I don't ... know what just happened ... well unless it has to do with - but it can't - because - that's impossible - well at least I think it must be impossible - "
Long ago her mother told her that she could never lie to her soulmate. Not once, not ever. Everything you told them would be the absolute truth. It never occurred to her that it might be Varric - it could never be Varric! Everyone knew he was in love with ... whoever Bianca was.
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It was a kindness, something to spare the conversation from the fairy-tale impossibility Bethany was clearly thinking of. And, honestly, the far more likely answer. Being a Grey Warden had changed the younger Hawke; the eternal ray of sunshine had hardened somewhat into a sharper, edged, slightly bitter woman. Varric was far from surprised to hear her unable to shroud harsh reality in a fluffy cloud of bullshit.
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A sip of her drink, another mouthful of food, before she continued, "At any rate ... it was rather a harrowing journey, all things considered. I wondered why there weren't more Inquisition patrols on the road. Well, that or I simply have the Hawke luck that is somewhere close to deplorable."
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"Sorry you had to go through that, M'lady Sunshine." He's always insisted on calling her that, even if she never got the chance to live as a noblewoman. "I'm glad those shitheaded putzes are dead."
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"Well thank you, m'lord Scribe." She got a wry look on her face, her lips pressing together. "I didn't like doing it -- but honestly I ... was so scared. Scared that something else would be taken away from me so I just. Did what I had to do."