Morning in Kirkwall

by Rosepixie

A series of very short stories about characters from Dragon Age 2 in the morning. There is very little plot, but it is safe to assume that the stories all take place on the same morning, so small connections may become evident. I have no current plans to expand any of these into longer stories, but may continue to add more of them over time.

1. Isabela

Isabela groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. The window was barely a slit and the building next door the only view, but somehow a glint of sun managed to fall directly into her face every morning. It wasn't early morning, of course, but Isabela had been up very late the night before with a sailor who claimed to have news of her artifact. She'd gotten him talking alright, but she'd had to drink a lot of ale with him to do it.

There was a pounding on her door and she groaned again. Couldn't she be left alone until a decent hour - like dusk, perhaps?

"'Bela," hollered Varric from the other side of the door, "send your sailor-boy on his way and hurry up. Hawke wants our help."

Isabela's eyes snapped open. Sailor-boy? She remembered drinking with him, but not tumbling with him. A glance around the room confirmed he wasn't there. She she climbed out of bed and started putting on her boots, she went back over the evening. Why wasn't he in her room? He had certainly been pretty enough.

And then she remembered - she had gone to his room, only to have him go limp on her before they could have any fun. She'd left him red-faced and frantically trying to get it up. She laughed at the memory.

Tying the final lace on her boot and throwing a scarf over her hair, she headed out to join Hawke on another job. She may not have had the fun she'd wanted last night, but at least she had a story that she knew would make Varric laugh. He had been unimpressed with her sailor and would enjoy the laugh at his expense.