Title: Innocence
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Dragon Age
Setting: Kirkwall University
Pairing: Ashaad/Saemus
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 322
Type of Work: Drabble, Part of the Kirkwall University series
Status: Complete
Warnings: AU - Modern AU, AU - College AU, AU - Human AU, Qunmance,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: People branded Saemus with the 'innocent' word too quickly. Aaron knew he only liked to be 'bad' in private. Ashaemaad.
AN: And here we have my little modern AU headcanon stuff coming out. Aaron Scout is Ashaad, he's 31, and going to school to become a cartographer. Saemus is 19, and going to school to study religion and archeology.
Innocence ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
People tended to brand Saemus Dumar as a 'innocent, pur soul' just by looking at him. The 'kids', as Aaron Scout called them, said he never drank at parties, avoided the others with drugs, never stayed out past eleven. He was always there to offer rides if those drinking or high needed to go somewhere. He stayed on top of his schoolwork, even seemed more interested in it, and hung around an 'older' crowd. Said 'older crowd' was mainly just Aaron, and a few of his roommates on occasion.
But Saemus was really anything but innocent.
When his friends would pull out the hookah and they all settled on the couches (Aaron in a large, overstuffed armchair and Saemus nestled in his lap), he would smoke with them. He would tell them of stupid things he thought his father did as a Senator, silly things he thought of during the day, and they would sometimes even share a twelve-pack of beer. He liked the way the smoke would curl around his lover's lips as he just let it flow, and after two beers he was usually inclined to tell him so. Being the lightweight that he was, it usually led to fun nights playing pinball or table tennis in the basement until he was laughing too much to stand.
And then, Aaron would scoop him up in his strong arms (and Saemus would nearly purr about how much he loved it), and cart him off to the room he'd been more than happy to call theirs. They'd had to put up foam on the walls to try and drown out some of his noises, during the times they'd forget themselves as individuals and join as one.
In Aaron's mind, Saemus wasn't an innocent. He was Saemus, the pale, awkward, sweet kid he'd fallen in love with over the course of a semester. And that was good enough a title for them both.
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