the way cole makes varric conflicted is so delicious i think. most of the characters are uncomfortable around him because they're genuinely terrified of demons and the fade and magic in general but varric is a completely different case. the thing is, he doesn't see cole as a demon at all because he doesn't want to.
he acts like he doesn't care about this stuff. that's a little weird kiddo around here and he wants to befriend him. teach him something even. why not. that's a little guy who's a little too good with knives and can't pick up a single social clue at the same time.
but there it is. the "he could have been a person" line if cole is made more spirit. varric is so upset about it because it's not like he saw cole as, well, a spirit who got a little too human. for varric, he was a human first, a weird kid second. the spirit part didn't even come into consideration because. well. it would make him question things. you know where it goes.
every time he starts bitching about anders he brings up justice. justice drove him mad. justice took over him. justice this, justice that. justice is a scapegoat because the thought that someone varric was friends with was actually willing to blow up the chantry and it wasn't just some evil demon's wish is a very unsettling one. varric's friends may be crazy but they're cool and make no irreversible life decisions of that extent, don't they? blondie turned out this way because he let a demon possess him and make him do terrible things. completely out of the blue.
it's either varric's ex-friend has never been driven crazy by some inherently evil entity and there was a whole other person around him all along and that anger he used to mock was coming from the same place as compassion's urge to become a killer or that little weird but kind kid he started to care about has never been and will never be a real kid. he can't have both. a bitter pill to swallow for someone who has never picked a side in his life
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“Good morning, birthday boy.”
Both Antoine and Zelda were now well used to rising at sunrise, so the words hadn’t woken him; but they did pull him out of the nebulous ether between sleep and wakefulness, so he moved closer to the woman curled around his back, “Oh, is that today?”
“Don’t play coy with me. That’s my job.”
Her hand wrapped around his waist, down his chest and to his drawstring, “I’m an old man now, my love, how could you possibly want someone with such wrinkles? I do believe I even found a gray hair yesterday.” A light laugh sounded in his ear, prompting him to turn and face her, “You can be so dramatic for a stoic. Thirty-six is not old.”
It was getting harder to answer her, to keep his tone measured as one of her hands wrapped around his neck and the other grazed up and down his arm. He brought his hand to her thigh, just below the lace of her silk shorts, “Oh you don’t believe me, do you? You should have heard the creak my knee made yesterday. I think it even scared off one of the horses.”
This time she did laugh aloud, shaking his hand off her thigh by throwing her leg onto the other side of his waist and sinking her weight down onto him. Her tone was as close to mocking as it ever came, “Yet not a peep from mine. Thank God at least one of us is still young enough for this.”
“Oh you’ll see one day, young lady. It’s tough to get old…” But by that point he had all but given up trying to speak without his voice descending into sighs. Her lips were trailing down his stomach, just slowly enough to answer him with a smile he had to look down to catch, “Sounds terrible. You poor thing. I suppose I’ll have to take care of you from now on, won’t I?”
Antoine took another glance out the window, where the day had already somehow grown brighter than he realized; but still he didn’t hurry Zelda with the last of his buttons. She caught his glance and finished the final one, “Don’t worry. You’ll barely be late.”
He pulled her close to him before grabbing his hat from the hook on the wall, “I know. And Mabel’s bakin’ a cake for lunch, so I doubt it’ll be much of a hard day.”
“Oh, so you did know.”
“You don’t have a market on coy, my dear.” He pulled his arm away and returned her wide smile, placing the hat on his head before grabbing her hand one final time, “How ‘bout you bring Violette over after you and Gio finish up work? She can have some cake and you and Mabel can enjoy yourselves.”
She answered with a quick kiss before turning to dress in her own work clothes, “Sounds great, old man.”
After their morning tasks, Antoine was standing in the stables with Silver. Before his daughter got there or he got another minute older, there was one thing he knew he wanted to do; and if he didn’t have the confidence to do it today he knew he never would.
She had been friendly with him for weeks now, and he kept hearing Abe’s words in his mind tempting him like a daydream, “You get her to let you ride her and you’re welcome to, anytime you like.” Only she wasn’t some trained horse, she was wild and distrustful. Sometimes her nostrils still flared menacingly in his presence and he thought that maybe, despite all their time together, she still even hated him. But as he ran his hand along her shining black coat, she blinked slowly, trustingly, and he knew that it was the day.
He went to the front of the barn, where he grabbed the riding gear that had sat tempting him every day. First he set the blanket atop her, then the saddle. He stopped periodically as he adjusted it, listening and looking for any sign of her anger, but she stayed patient with him each step. Finally he placed the bridle on her face and buckled the strap in front of her chest. It was like she understood that the movement had fully encircled her in some sort of trap, and she kicked her legs angrily as her eyes went dark.
Any other day he might have walked away, or undone the buckle around her chest, but today he knelt down in front of her so he could look her in the eyes. “Hey old girl, hey,” the words were half spoken, half whistled, “it’s me, okay? Just me. You can trust me.”
Her kicking stopped and her eyes seemed to settle on him, blinking slower and slower as he ran his hand along the side of her neck.
He walked beside her, letting out a shaky breath and putting a hand on her thigh. Alright, Antoine. Now or never. Don’t think about her throwing you in the sand. Don’t think about her breaking your back with one kick. He grabbed onto the horn and hoisted himself up onto the saddle. In the movement his knee let out a low creak and he laughed aloud, louder than he intended to, “Old man.”
Only his voice seemed to stir something in Silver, and she immediately turned to trot out of the stables. He grabbed the reins immediately and went over everything Abe had told him. Don’t pull too tightly. Stay calm. Your feet matter just as much as your hands. Talk to them with every move you make. Stay fucking calm.
Out in the desert sunshine, he passed Abe in his favorite spot next to the fire where he had sat to eat his cake. Antoine didn’t dare fully turn to face him, but out of the corner of his eye he could see his eyebrows raised impressively and a small approving smile on his face.
The closer they got to the edge of the farmyard, the more Silver seemed to remember exactly what she was doing, and perhaps even exactly where she was going. Her feet moved slowly at first, and then faster and faster as Antoine’s guidance grew more comfortable and confident. As the hills opened up and the flowers parted for them, it was like he forgot to be afraid or to wish that this moment was everything he had ever dreamed of, simply because it was.
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Random Crack Idea
Alright so in IDW (i think) Ultra Magnus actually has a little bot called Minimus inside him and Ultra Magnus is basically just the giant mech suit Minimus wears so he can do his job and get some respect. With that in mind I wondered, what if TFP Optimus (in some alternate universe) is actually just a giant mech suit that Orion Pax (or the Pax sized Optimus) is operating from the inside?
He still has the Matrix and all that, but perhaps due to an injury effectively crippling him in combat or maybe just out of a desire to not be shredded by Megatron, Orion Pax operates the giant Optimus suit and no bot knows about it. How he gets away with no bot knowing? No idea. Maybe Alpha Trion hooked him up or something, or perhaps Shockwave got involved somehow. Whatever the case, I think the chaos that would come from this when his true status is eventually revealed would be hilarious.
I mean, think about it. The great and glorious Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, last of the Primes, and absolute unit... is actually travel sized when compared to his big body. He is certainly no minibot, but Optimus being roughly the same height as Ratchet underneath all that armor would be great.
The hilarity would be even better if Optimus's secret wasn't discovered during some great emotional moment, but instead at like 3am when he got out of his suit for a cube of energon. Or better yet, Smokescreen is just chilling at night, maybe coming back from night shift and then finds Optimus taking off his suit and hopping around on one pede trying to get his giant boot off. Smokescreen would be completely flabbergasted and Optimus would just look at him and say "No one will believe you" before gathering up his suit and hurrying off.
The team would be let in on the secret eventually, but I can see Optimus just freaking leaving one of his boots laying around just to scare the scrap out of whoever stumbles upon it. Poor Bumblebee thinking his dad has lost a leg and then seeing Optimus out of his suit chuckling around the corner. Or Optimus gets himself stuck in a part of his suit and looks super disproportionate until somebot helps him free himself of his suit.
And imagine Megatron finally figuring out that he has been fighting the same little Archivist throughout the entirety of the war. At some point Optimus just yeets one of his gloves at Megatron as a distraction and goes to save somebot from getting killed and Megatron just stands there watching Optimus run off with one itty bitty arm like: "What the fRAG!?!" And then just kinda stares at the arm/glove on the ground in front of him wondering if Prime just cut off his own arm or something because he is a self sacrificial idiot or what.
He would be emotionally scarred and stuck having an existential crisis until during a team up, Optimus just takes off his suit and casually goes to collect some energon or something. Every single Decepticon would be left questioning their life choices once the news of Optimus's true size reaches them.
The best part of all (at least to me) about this crack idea is the thought that Optimus, the Pax sized, only slightly taller than Bumblebee, Prime becomes an absolute beast the moment he gets suited up. He goes from this regular sized bot to a terrifying force in under a few minutes and it scares his whole team.
Like, imagine him putting on his big mech suit:
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