#mirionna

[yarrowyells]

sionna & miriam, some gays pt2

Featuring Sionna Maechca and Miriam Tabris ( @antifamagneto )

She's seen Miriam fight before. It's nothing new, especially to them. They fight all the time, in a variety of places against a variety of foes with their motley crew. There isn't anything inherently special about seeing Miriam fight.

This fight, though, is completely different.

Sionna can't stop moving or risk being gutted by a darkspawn's rusty blade. She dances, light on her feet: her massive great sword cuts two of the vile creatures clean in half. They stumble, falling to the ground with a meaty thud. They're surrounded by a horde of the damned darkspawn. Sionna, Miriam (Sionna spent a lot of her time contemplating her, to her own bemusement), Wynne (her magic felt odd on Sionna's skin, akin to her grandmother's, but... older), and Shale (who wouldn't stop calling her by odd titles that weren't her name), had marched into this together.

So they fight.

Miriam moves like a devil freed from the pits of the earth.

More accurately: her short dark hair is a blur about her face as she whirls and flips her swords to viciously rip apart the torso of a darkspawn, only to duck low and sweep her legs to knock another off balance. She doesn't have to stand to cut off its head with one ferocious blow. She blocks one blade and uses the darkspawn's momentum against it to let it crash to the ground; a sword to the back, and it stops moving. Another half a heartbeat and she's twisting to kick an aggressive darkspawn into Sionna's reach. Sionna moves instinctively and it gets cleaved in half; through the blood spatter Sionna sees Miriam pause in her majestic fury.

Their eyes meet. Miriam's eyes rove over Sionna's body, following the length of her sword. Blood drips from the blade. Sionna feels large and lumbering, clumsy. Miriam gives her a crooked smile, blood staining her face. It's disgusting, but at the same time---

Miriam tips her sword from her head like it's a hat and Sionna's a lady she's encountering on the street. Sionna huffs, and at Wynne's alarmed "Sionna---!" she spins in place and beheads the final darkspawn.

The body crumples, and Sionna steps over it to approach Miriam, who's cleaning her blades and sheathing them, one by one. Carefully. She's never asked where Miriam's gotten the blades from, or where she's learned to fight like that. To move like that: deadly grace and power, all contained in a body eleven inches shorter than her.

"You fight well. Really well," says Sionna. Her smile is a little goofy.

"Flattery gets you nowhere. You're still gonna help with dinner, y'know," Miriam laughs, ducking her head. She looks up at Sionna and pushes a stray lock of hair behind her pointed ear.

"I'll remember that for next time I want Alistair to gather wood or whatever it is he's best at," Sionna exhales. "I wasn't tryin' to get out of anything, anyway. You--- it's like dancing, to watch you."

"You watch me?" Miriam's smile grows.

"Uh, yeah," she raises an eyebrow. Sionna's thankful for the blood spatters on her face to mask the deep blush she no doubt sports. "Especially when you move like that. I haven't seen anythin' like it since the sworddancers back home."

A big boulder moves to their side, voice grating. "If it is quite done with its mating dance, I think it best we loot and move on. Unless it has other plans."

Miriam shoots Shale an incredulous look, and rolls her eyes but waves for Wynne to join the three of them in picking through the bodies.

That evening, over the fire, Sionna sees Miriam contemplate her swords as they glint and shine. Her expression is withdrawn and pensive, as if thinking very far into the past. She hefts one blade, swinging it experimentally. She sets it down, cracks her knuckles, and enters her tent, alone.

[allurfavesrgay]

( from sionna, to miriam ) ​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

”I’ll go.”“Yeah, alright.”“Hold on– Miriam, I’m not bullshitting you!”“…What??”“I’ll bring ‘em all back, I’ll go alone if I have to, you’re so busy down here but if there’s a chance of them still being ok then– stop staring at me like that, I’m trying to be serious–”

Stop staring at me like that. As if Sionna hadn’t volunteered immediately to help bring back the missing elves from the Denerim alienage as Miriam vented about the Landsmeet nobles who had no interest in doing anything nearly that heroic. As if she hadn’t done it before Miriam could even think of asking Sionna to join her.

Miriam went along; but only by grabbing Sionna (who was still a little embarrassed) and bringing her into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she breathed, her eyes overflowing with tears. And she repeated it over and over again; she didn’t know enough words to express the immense amount of gratitude that Sionna deserved.

A few moments passed where it was silent except for her sobs. Then before she knew it, she was laughing; it felt so silly to cry when she was so happy, but some things couldn’t be helped.

“I think…” Miriam extracted herself from the embrace, but only enough so she could look Sionna in the eyes. “I think you just… you made me.. the happiest girl in Ferelden. Dad can take care of things when I’m gone; we’re doing this together.”

[fena-portfolio2011]

THE DARE GAME MIRIONNA

""i dare you to kiss kira..." It all started with the note in her locker. It looked harmless. It looked intriguing. It didnt look like a dare that would challenge everything she knew. Just a little white piece of paper folded and stuck in the slots of her locker. so she opened it. and she read it. big mistake. "lets play the dare game...""

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[yarrowyells]

sionna & miriam, some gays

Featuring Sionna Maechca and Miriam Tabris ( @antifamagneto )

Sionna shifts her weight and Miriam makes a small, pained noise, smothered against the flat groove of Sionna's collarbone.

"Sorry," Sionna says.

"It's fine," Miriam grunts. "I didn't need a second foot, anyway."

"I said I was sorry!" says Sionna, feeling a bit intimidated by Miriam's sheer closeness.

"Shut up, idiot," Miriam hisses. Sionna shuts up.

The closet space was not nearly large enough to comfortably contain the two of them, as it normally contained brooms and dustpans and other cleaning essentials, but they made it work... with Miriam nearly squashed head to toe against Sionna's bulk. They hadn't really had much choice in the matter, what with the tavern keeper shoving them both into the small space as the town's guard blundered through the front door, spear tips bristling and armor gleaming.

Multiple metal boots hit the wooden floor with a thunk. Three? Footsteps Sionna can't recognize. Miriam peers up at her in the darkness.

"I know the Grey Warden's here, woman. Witnesses reported seein' a knife ear sniffin' around. Give up," snarls an gravely and unfamiliar voice.

"You're clearly mistaken." That was the hard voice of the tavern keeper, a curly haired dwarven woman, facial tattoos sitting on her face in rigid blocks and the muscles to back up her tough talk. "You've scared off my customers. I think it's time for you to leave."

The stranger gives a grunt, and orders subordinates to search the room. Two footsteps, matching in their sound but not their speed, idly walk the main room of the tavern. The tavern keeper continues to make protests, berating the guards and their mothers and cursing in ways that made Sionna suppress a laugh in Miriam's dark hair.

Miriam mutters words to herself; Sionna can't catch it, but Miriam moves and shifts and ancestors she's lined herself up fully against Sionna's front. It's... well, it's distracting to say the least, she's hard muscle layered in leathers, and she may be small, but she's all Sionna can see and breathe.

Her palms are sweaty.

It's uncomfortable. She awkwardly tries to wipe them on her pants, her shirt, anywhere, but only ends up running her hands along Miriam's sides while simultaneously jabbing her fingers into her hips. Miriam jolts and bangs her forehead into Sionna's collarbone. It hurts.

"Sorry," Sionna whispers again. Miriam makes a choked sort of grunt, as if to ask what the fuck were you doing?

The boots keep moving around the room in slow circles. It's easy to hear the pained sliding of wood on wood. The groaning of cabinets being opened. Light squeals of glass being shoved around.

The steps come closer to the closet. Closer. Closer. Finally they stop.

In front of the closet. The tavern keeper keeps talking, but it sounds desperate now. She's scared, Sionna knows it.

Sionna holds her breath. She physically feels Miriam do the same.

For two painstaking minutes, the guard stays outside the closet, inspecting the wood or the floor or his own ass--- Sionna doesn't know, just that it takes too damn long. Sionna stares down at Miriam who stares up at her. This can't be it. This entire Blight business... all to be caught in a closet. Miriam's eyes are beautiful, even in the darkness. Warm, fertile earth. Shining jewels. Following the line of her nose down her face to her lips, which are full, and down to her jawline, which has always been strong and stubborn. Focus.

The boots move on.

They don't let out their breaths for another five heartbeats as they move away and towards the door.

"I don't trust you, dwarf," the same guard sneers.

There's a beat of silence and Sionna assumes the tavern keeper makes a rude gesture. "Go fuck yourself. Town'd be better without you."

Miriam's gaze flicks over Sionna's face, her expression unreadable.

More silence and the hammering of boots. A door slams and shakes the foundations.

The door to the closet opens and the world falls out from underneath her feet. Unknowingly, she had been leaning forward, over Miriam, crowding into her space even more than she thought she could. Miriam catches her hand and helps steady her. Sionna finds herself staring, again, but this time in the warm flickering light of the tavern; maybe she holds onto her hand a little tighter and longer than is necessary. Miriam smirks, an eyebrow twitching upwards.

The tavern keeper gives them a dry look, and urges them to leave. After all, they have a war to fight.

[allurfavesrgay]

( sionna 2 miriam ) ‘ i loved you. ’ ( winks! )

Sionna’s words made Miriam’s brain short circuit for several seconds. It was something that sat in the back of her mind during all the time they were together (maybe it’s too much to hope for; or maybe I waited too long), but Sionna would never dream of bringing that up.

And as Miriam thought back, she knew that maybe she should have realized it sooner.

“…Has that changed?” She could feel every piece of her silently begging Sionna to say no.