Title: Infinite
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Dragon Age
Setting: Forest outside of Denerim
Pairing: Loghain Mac Tir/Maric Theirin, Mentioned Maric Theirin/Rowan Guirren
Characters: Loghain Mac Tir, Maric Theirin, Rowan Guirren (Mentioned)
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: K
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 306
Type of Work: Drabble
Status: Complete
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Their love was written in the stars; Maric knew that. Loghain wasn't so easily impressed.
AN: Well… This happened while I was waiting on Todd's appointment yesterday. I wrote it on paper, and am now typing it up. I can't help but like this pairing, after reading through some of The Stolen Throne.
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Staring up at the stars, Maric sighed softly. Loghain's left arm pillowed his head, hand resting on his shoulder, and he felt awfully comfortable. His eyes drooped as he watched clouds lazily float across the sky, mimicking his own sense of calm. Another sigh left him, contented, as he closed his eyes as a grunt left his human pillow.
"Honestly, Maric, if you wanted something all you had to do was ask." Loghain groused, but there was something playful dancing in his eyes. Watching with a smirk as his flighty prince sat up, he was fully prepared for the light shove to his shoulder.
"You ass! I thought you were mad at me!" Maker knew the temper on the other male stretched beyond measure, after all. "You really need to learn how to joke." A laugh was on Maric's lips, now, as he brought them to press into the bulkier male's, the kiss surprisingly sweet. When the blonde pulled back, he wore a goofy grin that seemed glued in place.
"If I'm such an ass, love, then why are you so happy?" Chuckled the mostly serious man, who moved to lean up on his elbows.
"Because, honey, it's written in the stars. We're meant to be, and our love is infinite, like the sky."
"If that were true, you wouldn't be marrying Rowan, now, would you?"
"Oh, Loghain…" Frowning, he moved to press his chin into his lover's chest. "We both know that isn't really something I can help." The noirette gave him a somewhat soft, fond look.
"I know, I know. Ferelden needs a king and queen, not a king and a king." He offered with a wry chuckle.
With Maric settled back in against him, the pair continued to watch the endless flow of puffy clouds in a companionable silence.
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