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Of Accomplices

Have some 11-(Jowan) and 12-(Trinne) year-old shenanigans from one of my favorite brotps as I get their fics over here in chronological order. :D

"Shh! They'll hear you!"

Trinne slapped a hand over her mouth to contain her next giggle at Jowan's warning as the sound of boots tromped past and the two of them scooted further into their hiding place. A small titter escaped the girl's lips despite her best efforts. Jowan shot her one of Those Looks, which she could barely see in the dim light, and clapped his hand over hers.

"What possessed you to do something like that in the first place?" he hissed in a barely audible whisper.

Trinne just shrugged in reply, eyes dancing with laughter over the hands covering her mouth. I was bored and it was fun.

Jowan opened his mouth to press the issue, but shut it again, blue eyes widening in apprehension as the sound of clanking footsteps echoed through the room. Both of them scrunched even farther into the alcove where they had taken refuge, as if trying to melt into the wall.

It was a tighter fit with the two of them than Trinne remembered, and she realized they'd outgrown another hiding place. The fact made her want to groan in despair--who decided twelve year olds needed to grow so fast, anyway?--but she bit it back. The approaching templar had come into view, grease still dripping from her armor in places, and a very sour expression on her face as she stalked into the room.

Trinne and Jowan exchanged worried looks as the irate woman strode closer. Maker, please don't let her find us. Pleasepleaseplease... Their free hands met and clasped, both immediately squeezing with white-knuckled intensity.

"I know you're in 'ere!" the templar growled, shoving her disheveled hair out of her eyes and glaring around the room. "You can't ‘ide forever!"

Watch me, Trinne retorted mentally, heart pounding with adrenaline as the blonde surveyed the room more slowly. She glanced over at Jowan again and his eyes telegraphed sheer trepidation. He wasn't enjoying this at all. Unlike her.

With measured steps, the templar began circling the room. "I will find you, you young monsters! There's only so many places to 'ide in 'ere!" And she was being thorough, shoving aside tapestries, looking under the study tables. Jowan's grip on Trinne's hand tightened until she could practically feel her finger bones pinching together. She nudged him sharply with her elbow and he let up a little. The blonde templar was getting closer. The alcove was a good hiding place, but with them being all gangly limbs and several extra inches of height right now, it was far from perfect. She very well might find them, and Trinne did not relish the thought of the 'disciplinary action' that would await them.

I should've left Jowan out of it this time...Trinne scolded herself. Too late now, though. Maybe--if she catches us, of course--I can convince her it was my idea and I made him help. That's mostly true, anyway... Jowan was almost always an accomplice to her various pranks and mischief, with varying levels of alacrity or reluctance. This one had taken a fair bit of cajoling, not to mention promising him her dessert for the next two weeks--which was some form of highway robbery--to get his help. Hopefully the templar would buy that excuse and maybe Jowan wouldn't get in so much trouble.

An armored hand slapped against the wall no more than a foot away from their hiding place, and both apprentices nearly shrieked in surprise as they shrank even further into the shadowed recess.

"Elspeth!" The voice from the hall captured the blonde's attention and she spun to face its owner.

"What?!" she demanded irritably.

"Knight-Commander told me to get you. That blond bastard from the Anderfels made a break for it again."

Elspeth swore under her breath. "Why'd he even wind up here?" she groused, moving away from the wall. "I'm comin', I'm comin'."

Trinne and Jowan held their breath and prayed as the woman's gaze slid over the room one last time. For a full, eternal five minutes after she left the room, neither dared pull in a full breath.

Finally convinced the danger was past, Trinne let go of Jowan's hand and uncovered her mouth. letting out a peal of triumphant laughter as they tumbled free of the excessively cozy hiding place. "Thank the Maker for Anders," she crowed, raking her fingers through her hair, which only further ruined her ponytail.

"Trinne, what were you thinking?!" Jowan demanded, glancing nervously at the half open door.

Trinne shrugged. "She's new. I needed to, y'know, initiate her if she's gonna be here a while."

"And you had to land her flat on her back to do that?!" he groused.

"Well, no, I wasn't planning on that," she admitted, toying with her ponytail. "I think I overdid the grease spell..."

"You think?!" Jowan groaned. "You definitely did. D'you have any idea how much trouble we'll be in when she gets back and tells the First Enchanter?" He went a shade paler--which Trinne wouldn't have thought possible. "Or worse, the Knight-C'mmander?" He rubbed one hand over his face in despair. "Why do I let you talk me into things like this?"

"B'cause I'm your best friend an' I promised you my desserts for two whole weeks," Trinne replied with a teasing smirk.

"I-I can't..." Jowan stopped, gnawed on his bottom lip for a second or two, and then tried again. "I can't keep doin' stuff like this with you, Trinne." "

Whaddya mean?" she asked, frowning. Does he not wanna be friends anymore? 'Cause he's my best friend an' I don't wanna lose him. Maker, he's like the brother I never got from Mum. I can't lose him, I'd rather die!

"I-I don't like gettin' in trouble. I don't wanna help with...this stuff anymore." He gestured toward the hall, indicating things like the prank his best friend had just perpetrated against Ser Elspeth, the Circle's newest templar.

"Jowan..." Sweet Maker, he really doesn't wanna be friends anymore!

She must have sounded as frantic as she felt, because Jowan promptly looked horrified. "No, no, no, Trinne, that's not it, not at all!" he promised, somehow knowing--as always--exactly what she was thinking. "I'm not sayin' I don't wanna be friends. I'd never... You're the best friend I've had in my entire life, I'd never, ever want that to change, no matter how much trouble you get me in." He paused to take a breath and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "But... could you maybe... find someone else to be the sidekick for your pranks?"

Oh, thank the Maker... Trinne sighed in relief. She linked her fingers between his as they headed for the hallway, giving his hand a squeeze. "I think I can manage that."

Jowan looked mildly skeptical. "Promise?"

She grinned. "Promise."

It was the only promise she ever made him that she didn't keep.

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That promise only lasts a month, btw. Jowan shortly after resigns himself to “getting in trouble” going hand in hand with “being Trinne’s best friend” and since the latter is worth it, he deals with the former. And yes, yes Trinne is indeed even more of a drama queen at 12 than she is all grown up. Part of what makes her fun.

#queens fic #trinne amell #jowan #dragon age #dragon age fic #brotp: another fine mess #GOOOOOD I LOVE THEM #their probably getting a masterpost when i'm done jsyk

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