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Random DAI Drabble: If Being Annoying was a Specialization...

Pairing: Female Inquisitor/Josephine Montilyet

TWatP: Drabbles, Extras and Everything In-Between

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ONCE AGAIN! A teeny tiny fragment drabble ft. my Inquisitor a Qunari Elf named Fen’Harel Adaar *howling laughter at my expense remains*. Oh and Josie. Sweet lovely Josie.

I have not reread this since I wrote it, I probably should have. 

One would think that a world-shattering war would lessen the Inquisitor's spunk. Though she did occasionally that pit, she would often scramble out with a smile.

Today, however, she had more than just a smile on her face. A big, stupid, dopey grin that blinded the advisors whenever she looked at the Ambassador from across the War Table.

Josephine with her social maneuvering would look all too professional despite the foolish face the Qunari wore. The idiotic grin never faltered, even when she looked at Leliana who was testing out new and exciting death glances on the Inquisitor.

Nothing.

It appeared as though lovesick foolishness was a powerful enough shield to defend against the daggers cast at her. It took a while but one particular glare got through, finally snapping the idiot from her daze.

Leliana took note of how much anger she shone through her eyes to achieve that result.

The idiot took to looking over the markers to see what terrible, horrible happening found itself needing her attention.

Cullen, noticing his chance, took advantage of the new-found focus, "Have you found the Specialization trainers to be adequate, Inquisitor?"

Hearing her title, the Qunari looked up but not before placing her index finger on a map marker, "Oh, they’re brilliant! I’ve already started practicing for the one I really really want to do."

All three advisors silently prayed the plucky thing didn’t want to be a Necromancer, her reputation was infamous enough.

"Observe," the Herald said as she opened her palm over the marker.

Green wisps started forming over her hand and Cullen had to restrain his Templar mindset from leaping into action. The marker began to shake slightly before hurtling itself upwards into the elf’s palm.

Quite the interesting show followed as the marker was pointer than the Inquisitor expected, thus causing her to yelp in pain as the metal made contact. She curled forward groaning, raising her hand and shaking it to try and banish the stinging.

"Fade gravity!" she said through clenched teeth, before standing up straight, hand still open" I can pull and push things now. Next, we’re going to summon rocks....I think."

"So you are looking into that new practice," Leliana mused, "The Rift Mage, yes?"

Harel’s eyes lit up at the mere mention of her prospective specialty, "Yesyesyesyes!!!," she looked away as if revealing a secret, "a little dangerous since most of the people who studied it uh....exploded....but it’s SO AMAZING!!!"

At the word ‘explode’, Josephine cast a look of muted concern to her before Harel piped up again, "Have no fear, Your Trainer is there to make sure I won’t just turn into a delicious red paste. "a thought led to another thought, "If I were a paste, I’d probably be strawberry."

"Are you certain all aspects of this practice are safe?" the Ambassador replied to try and bring the elf back to reality; concern not well hidden at all.

An abashed smile from the Inquisitor, "Other than collecting wraith juice in a corpsy bog, I don’t think I’ll be turning to jam anytime soon." the elf begins to swirl little green wisps around her hand, "Your Trainer says I’ve got a good affinity with this style. I’ll be fine." she settles a doe-eyed stare to Josephine, "Plus I like the Fade. I like it a lot. I want to do this."

There’s far too much honesty in Harel’s voice which causes the Antivan to drop her questioning. The elf did indeed love the Fade an odd amount. To take that joy from her would be to crush her spirit entirely, even if her interests were more than a little dangerous.

Cutting off the wisps, Harel passed a hand through her hair before stopping mid-stroke.

Her eyes were fixed on the Ambassador yet again.

Was it stupid grinning time already?

Instead of a wide smile, there was an analytical look to her, green eyes darting over Josephine’s face.

"Is something the matter, Inquisitor?" the Antivan said, noticing how the Qunari began to step around the table towards her.

Closing the distance, the elf stalked right behind Josephine, eyes still querying as Cullen and Leliana looked at the show being put on.

Harel brought her hand up, eyes still looking over the diplomat’s hair as she fiddled with the pins holding the style straight.

"Harel-"was all Josephine could get out before she heard the sound of spellcasting and the telltale loosening of the pins.

The damn wolf was using her magic to undo her hair!

"Inquisitor!" the Ambassador chided.

Alas, the damage was already done.

As she turned to meet the foolish Qunari elf’s gaze, her black hair whipped around with her, tumbling forward and cloaking her shoulders.

Harel held up her palm, still writhing with magic, to show the pins floating in a green pool. A big, stupid grin back on her face as she looked at the mildly indignant diplomat.

The only part of the style that still held was her two braids, now falling to meet the rest of her unbound hair.

"Are you quite serious?!" Josephine quietly fumed, not willing to entertain Leliana anymore than she already was.

"Yes," was all that escaped the Qunari’s mouth, "You should wear your hair out more often," she brings the ambassador into a hug, holding her tightly to her chest as she pocketed the pins, "I believe you told me that once. If only you knew I felt the same about you."

Maker, Josephine didn’t know what was more embarrassing, the blatant saccharine confession, the gentle embraceor the fact both happened in front of colleagues.

"I-"Cullen started only to be hushed by Leliana.

"Be quiet, I think I can hear Josie’s face turn red from here."

"Let me go!" the Ambassador mumbled as strictly as she could while crushed into the Qunari’s chest.

"Never," she said, resting her chin atop the black, wavy hair.