#but they gotta meet first

[skinwalkingxana]

Coffee Smell

From @creativepromptsforwriting 's September Monthly Prompts!

This one got away from me a bit (just over 1,000 words!). Featuring my OC from my MgiT/Isekai Dragon Age fic Chaos Theory! I may end up incorporating this into it one day ( or maybe not!)

Why the other three advisor's agreed to hold a meeting this early, Marisol would never understand. The sun wasn’t up yet, and even Chief had grumbled at her, turning around in his bed to go back to sleep instead of his usual demeanor while she got ready for the day. She almost took a blanket with her to wrap herself up in, but could already hear the lecture from Josephine about walking around . So, instead Marisol dressed in the warmest clothes she could and began her trek through Skyhold. The second she pushed the heavy wooden door open, all three sets of eyes fell on her.

“Sorry,” Marisol murmured, voice still heavy with sleep as she tried her best to shut the door behind her as quietly as possible. She failed- the door was so old the hinges let out a long and loud creak, causing her to wince, “ I’m not late am I?”

“No. You’re right on time, actually.” Josephine replied through an exasperated breath.

Marisol knew her well enough now to know that was code for ‘We almost sent a runner after you’. If you’re on time you’re late, if you’re early you’re on time. She hated being late, hated the feeling of making other wait for her, but it couldn’t be helped. She no longer has the luxury of an alarm, and Chief has a routine time he sticks to for his morning walk.

“Yes well, shall we begin?” Leliana took a sip out of her mug after she spoke, delicately cradling it in her hands as she raised an eyebrow signaling for Cullen to begin.

“As you well know, Arl Teagan has offered use of Mulligan’s Quarry so long as we can reclaim it from the bandits that have taken residence there-“

Marisol knew she should have been paying attention, but she felt exhausted. She’s fairly certain this is the earliest she’s ever had to get up. Normally there would be enough time for her to grab breakfast, but it would be some time before that would be served in the hall. It’s been months since she’s had a cup of coffee, too. She could finish an entire pot on her own before, an occasional habit that became more regular when she began her Master thesis. Abuelita used to send her care packages with bricks of Cafè Bustelo, even though Marisol could just as easily walk to the bodega to buy it herself.

Maker, she could smell the smoky boldness of it now, almost taste it even. The memory was so strong Marisol swore the whole war room smelled like coffee. She remembered getting headaches back in Haven from the lack of caffeine, but she’d never hallucinated smelling it. Besides, tea had just enough caffeine that it dulled any sort of withdrawal headache Marisol had.

Josephine had a cup similar to Leliana’s that she was carefully nursing. She brought it to her lips, took a sip, then closed her eyes as if savoring the moment. Suspicious. Marisol watched the two for a moment, then two, before the realization hit her.

“Wait, is that coffee?” Marisol blurted out, interrupting Cullen mid-report.

“It is. My mother just sent a small shipment from our family roaster.” Josephine replied .

“Roaster? Your family has their own personal roaster?” There was no sense in Marisol hiding her disbelief.

“Well… not exactly. The Montilyet’s may be known for our wine, but we also have a smaller investment in a specialty blend of Antivan Roast Coffee. “

Marisol wasn’t sure if what she felt was disbelief that coffee existed in Thedas, or if it was betrayal that it took this long for her to find out. All those months going through withdrawal headaches when there was a source for coffee standing right in front of her.

“Can I.. Have some?” Marisol managed to ask.

“Oh! Of course. Have you had it before? Is this something you had back in your homeland?” Josephine turned to a small tray on the table, pouring Marisol a cup, “I do hope you don’t mind it black, we still don’t have a steady enough supply line for cream but there is some sugar-“

“Josie, I used to drink a pot a day in college by myself.” Marisol took the plain cup in hand, breathing in the scent as she fought the urge to down it in one go. “ If I couldn’t drink coffee plain I don’t think I would have survived.”

“Truly? An entire pot?” Josephine looked surprised. “How did you sleep at night?”

“Well, when you get used to it doesn’t always have the same effect. Whenever I had to pull an all-nighter I sometimes had to have two pots to stay awake, or switch to espresso.”

“I... see. Well, in that case, feel free to help yourself.”

The smell alone was enough to invigorate her. Marisol inhaled the scent one more time, noting a faint nuttiness before taking a small, appreciative sip. It didn’t have as bold of a taste as she was used to, but it was still full-bodied, with a tender note of cinnamon-sweetness to it. It instantly brought a warm smile to her face.

“Oh sweet Maker, not you too,” Cullen rolled his eyes.

“The Commander does not like it.” Leliana bemusedly spoke over her own cup.

“Like it? I don’t know how any of you drink it! It tastes burnt.” He argued.

“Sounds like you haven't had good coffee then,” Marisol took another sip, “And this is good coffee.”

Cullen scrunched up his face in response. “There’s no such thing.”

“That’s fine with me, it means we don’t have to share.” Marisol protectively hid her cup away from Cullen as if he would take it from her as she finished it off.

She hip checked him,-ignoring the fact he was twice her size and wearing metal armor-, before immaturely sticking her tongue out in the process. She moved between where Cullen and the tray of coffee sat, then turned her back to him before topping off her cup.

“Josephine, I will name my firstborn after you if you can get us a regular supply of this.”

The proclamation brought a small blush to the ambassador’s cheeks, “I will see what I can do.”

Marisol heard a rustling of papers behind her before feeling a small whack atop her head. “Hey!”

She turned to Cullen, seeing him fighting a playful smirk behind mock-anger, “Need I remind you we have work to do?

“Does that work involve more coffee?” Marisol managed to raise her arm in defense before Cullen could swat at her again. “Kidding!”

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton into the FNAF-verse

[noodles-and-tea]

also what about an inverse twins in time au where ford went back to the 60's and stan stayed in the 80's?

Oh this is super interesting

[tryagainstarlight]

Enter: The house maiden

Act 1, Scene 1

Lost to the noise... Unfortunate.

[PREV] || [NEXT]

[ryllen]

I could only got up to the sketching stage for this but they're so cute AHBFSUBFUYFIAFIUWFHSFU

sketch ? no color ?? no problem! 🎨🖌️✨

[2-eeillustration]

I can't believe I'm making ANOTHER AU just to have this power couple in Return_0 lmao

[casualavocados]

You said you would always look at me.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 9

[not-rigel]

deep sigh.... councilwoman sevika<3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flashback, warm nights.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[fishareglorious]

SHE GOT SCAMMED BY TENNANT RIP BOZO

[wikitpowers]

[royaltea000]

Talk about haunting the narrative huh

[sinlizards]

it me birthday once more !!

i wont write up a whole thing cuz im still tired and congested as hell BUT getting to see Everything Everything live front stage AND meet them in person was so insanely life changing that i highly doubt i can beat that as far as birthday celebrations go T_T

[chamerionwrites]

A thing about spy characters (and maybe especially likable spy characters that the audience is rooting for) I’ve found is that a surprising number of people have a hard time reading manipulation as manipulation unless it is framed as wholly insincere. Like just because somebody means some or all of what they say does not mean they are not choosing their words and manner in an extremely calculated way to get something they want.

[kabutoden]

sorriez for not posting I am now responsible for SEVEN PUPPIES

SEVEN

PUPPIES

[galedekkarios]

random thought but i was thinking of tara's comments about getting gale to eat and take care of himself and . well. i was just kind of warmed by the idea of gale and astarion having a particular... dehydrated and perhaps slightly unwell sickly look to them that is only exacerbated by their arduous journey, but then six months after that nightmare when they return to withers' party as husbands they look so much healthier!! they're softer and stronger and well-fed!! they actually look alive! and happy! because they are! and isn't that so wonderful!!