Bar Room Blitz [Elissa and Fergus]

elissaromildecousland:

Elissa heard the oddly familiar… that sounds like… no, it’s impossible man behind her attempting to dissuade her admirer from his current choice of action, and started to thank him for the help with the assurance that she could handle him, brute or not, should it come to that. But before she could even formulate another though the hulking man’s fist was flung out like a battering ram, her own reflexes narrowly getting her out of the path before he made contact not with the other man but the thick wooden column behind him.

The cocky expression on the behemoth’s face collapsed into one of pain and then rage, and Elissa watched as several of the other rowdy men crowded around the bar began to throw punches as though his had set off some sort of chain reaction that could not be stopped.

“Well, your majesty, I certainly hope you’re in the mood for a brawl tonight, because it seems that’s what we’ve started.” Elissa snorted, rolling her eyes and tossing back her shot before turning to see just who her knight in drunken armor happened to be tonight, and hoping he was large and good in a fight. When her eyes found his face, they immediately went wide and connected to the voice she’d been so certain she’d mistakenly recognized. “Fergus?”

It was impossible. He was there. He was alive. He was… about to get brained by a bulky dwarven woman brandishing a rather large beer mug from her perch on the bar…

She kicked a foot out behind her and reached back an arm, tilting the stool that was there up into her hand far enough that she could grab it by the upper most rung.

“Duck!” She knew Fergus would understand. No matter how long they’d been apart, some things never changed, and the two of them had always been good in a fight —particularly when they were fighting together.

The stool swung through the space his body had just vacated, connecting with the woman on the bar and splintering as she disappeared over the edge along with her mug.

The minute the poor woman knocked back a shot and turned to face him, the cocky expression upon Fergus’ face melted into one of disbelief. Before she had even uttered his name, his lips parted as he breathed hers in turn, both names escaping them and melding into an indecipherable mess of syllables. If he had doubts beforehand, he clearly had none now. Not when they both immediately came to recognize one another. But was it her? Was it really? Could it be?

“Ellie?” He questioned, face drained of all emotion save for the sheer shock that rumbled through him. He thought she sounded familiar, but everyone did within the walls of the Hanged Man. She was deceased, wasn’t she? She was caught up in the massacre that became of their family, so why was she here? Fergus’ wide eyes blinked in confusion and disbelief, completely unknowing of the intoxicated, battle-ready dwarf readying her glass mug to clock him in the head amidst the brawl that was breaking out. With the command for his movement though, Fergus’ mind immediately snapped back to the present as he ducked instinctively, tapping into fond memories of similar situations that involved both Cousland descendants within bars back home in Ferelden.

As the stool Elissa wielded in his defense came in contact with the dwarf’s meaty body, Fergus glanced back over his shoulder to watch as she was catapulted off the side of the bar top. He blinked before glancing back at the woman he new knew to be his sister and flashed her a broad grin and a thumbs up. Good job, it almost seemed to say, or nice shot more accurately, but the grin drained into something a little more tame as he spotted yet another angry brawler readying a weighty whiskey bottle aimed for back of Elissa’s head. The elder Cousland hooked his arm with with the younger and swung her away to lift his arm up over them both defensively. Catching the aggressor’s wrist against his forearm and successfully halting the other’s advance, he released his hold on his sister to force his curled fist forward into the gut of yet another burly drunkard and sent him stumbling back onto his ass. Out of commission for the time being; it would take him a while to gather his bearings and get back to his feet. If he did. He took out a few people on his way down like a bowling ball, and quite frankly he sunk like one too.

“Strike!” He cheered with pride, once again glancing back over his shoulder and to the face of his sister outlined by the familiar curly mane. “Ready t’show ‘em who they’re messin’ with?”

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Shame on you, Fergus. Stabbing innocent young elves to steal their women when you can apparently just pick them up lounging at the bar….

What? Can you blame me? She looked bored to tears. All he was doing was grunting at her. At first I thought she might have liked the silent types, but she lit right up when I fended him off! Worth it.

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I Aim To Misbehave [Fergus]

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“Why your majesty!” Tallis gasped the words out with a false alarm that glittered in her mischievous eyes, toes curling inside her boots at the contact of his hands and fingers and then mouth against her skin, and the waggle of eyebrows that followed in the wake of it. Oh, he was very good. This might turn out to be the best decision she’d made in a very long time.

She watched him for a bit longer as he had his mug refilled, and drained it down again. He was a ruggedly handsome man, even more-so than she’d thought from halfway across the bar. And his wit was… well, she had not anticipated an interaction of this level. It had been a long time since she’d felt quite so… intoxicated by anything outside of a beverage — longer than she cared to remember, at any rate.

Though… she did remember. The last time she’d been so instantly taken with someone she’d…

She shook it off. No use in dwelling in the past. Not when the present was so very appealing.

“My assumption is that you might be offering to continue our exceptionally enjoyable dynamic outside the confines of our current location, though that could make me a little presumptuous, but I’m willing to risk it.” She winked at him over her now empty glass, settling it down on the bar with one hand and snagging the newly filled one with her other.

As her response came in concerns to exactly what he meant, Fergus glanced up over the rim of the thick glass and raised his eyebrows. The mug, once again, came down against the countertop as he flashed a grin in her direction, lips pulling back to reveal two perfect rows of teeth. Pleased with the response he was given, the hand that hung limply between them was raised and aimed at her as if it were a handgun, and with a click or two of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Fergus winked at the bubbly little elf at his side before said grin broadened across the width of his face.

“Bingo,” he finally confirmed before his hand slumped back into its useless position, fingers relaxing as he quirked a curious brow. “That is if you desire, of course.” He clarified as he shifted a bit within his seat, body bending slightly at the waist as he pulled off the best example of a bow that he could while seated in a bar stool. The wrist of his free hand rolled mid-air before it was tucked against his abdomen, his short, disheveled mane moving with the force of gravity before it was pushed back out of his eyes when he sat upright again.

“As much as I love my kingdom m’lady, it is, unfortunately, not the cleanest of places.” As if to demonstrate and make his point clear, Fergus flicked a stray peanut off the countertop. An irritable grumble resounded from whoever it hit which earned him a glare he hadn’t come to notice. Speaking of, the Hanged Man wasn’t safest place in Kirkwall for that matter either. Not that he was discrediting whatever abilities Tallis might have had—goodness no! In fact, he suspected that she was capable of twisting his arm and tossing him over the bar if she wanted. That, or making him melt from the inside-out with little more than a wink would have done the trick. It was always the ones that never looked prepared that were. If you asked him? Women were much more capable than most men were anyway—they were often more agile, more intelligent, and just all-around better at getting the job done. His mother knew how to shoot a gun better than he did, and Elissa kicked his ass more time than he could count in their childhood. And Oriana? She could hit harder than any man he knew of—and that glare of hers was terrifying!

“So what d’ya say? Maybe coffee?” Fergus prompted as he turned his gaze away from her for but a moment, hand grasping at the half-drained stein. Wasn’t that just refilled?

“Or dinner?” And a movie. If she wanted, of course. he was always down for dinner though. Whatever his que—court jester desired. He was hers to command.

ANDRASTE’S SAKE. GET A ROOM. YOU TWO ARE MAKING ME PHYSICALLY ILL.

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Fergus is a big food lover. He loves eating and will try virtually anything regardless if it looks disgusting or not. If it smells good (which means it most likely tastes good) then he’s game. He has a big sweet tooth, and he’s plenty accustomed to polishing off whatever Elissa leaves behind on her plate as she often did in their childhood. Oren’s pickiness was no exception to his casual grazing from other people’s leftovers when dinner came to a close. Whoever didn’t finish their food didn’t get dessert later, so it just meant more cookies and cheesecake for him.

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elissaromildecousland:

II’ve had enough conflict lately to last a lifetime. If you to want to fight, have at it. I’m just going to be over here trying to be happy and not ‘piss’ on other people’s. And these snacks are delicious OKAY.

Well that is disgusting. Excuse me while I spend some quality time without you whipping your dick out at my sister, Sextuplets.

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elissaromildecousland:

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justtheremains:

hammered-time:

justtheremains:

Ugh, that’s gross.
Elissa, keep the PDA with Sextuplets to a bare minimum, would you?

And by a minimum I mean don’t do it at all.

You smell like a mixture of piss, cheese, smoke, and my sister. And it’s disgusting.

Right? Your sister smells great. That’s not piss though. It’s really really old apple juice Leandra left sitting out of the fridge and it’s sort of begun to ferment.

Nah, I’m pretty sure that’s piss.

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justtheremains:

Ugh, that’s gross.
Elissa, keep the PDA with Sextuplets to a bare minimum, would you?

And by a minimum I mean don’t do it at all.

You smell like a mixture of piss, cheese, smoke, and my sister. And it’s disgusting.

Ugh, that’s gross.
Elissa, keep the PDA with Sextuplets to a bare minimum, would you?

And by a minimum I mean don’t do it at all.