Title: Maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos
Fandom: Dragon Age
Characters/Pairings: Calpernia, Samson; Sampernia
Rating: T
Warnings: references to past abuse; swearing in Latin?
Summary: Two short drabbles previously published on my tumblr.
Disclaimer: Dragon Age is not mine, although the writing certainly is.
A/N: title from St. Jude by Florence And The Machine.
Written for the "send me a word and I will write a drabble" thing on tumblr.
lalochezia – the use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
Samson pushes the door open and walks in without knocking, naively believing it's wise to come to Calpernia's chamber uninvited. Perhaps he hopes he has earned this privilege already.
He soon learns it's not the best idea.
"Kaffas!"
She has a letter in her hands visibly trembling with anger that is also very clearly painted on her face. Magic accumulated in this room is suffocating, and his fingers twitch as Samson remembers years of his templar training.
Next time he will knock...
"Fututus et mori in igni!"
The paper she holds bursts into flames, turning to ashes in seconds. Closing the door behind him seems like a big mistake now, although there is something oddly satisfying in seeing Calpernia's ire focused on someone else this time.
"I guess I'll leave you alone, then..." he mumbles, ready to duck if she starts throwing spells, or run with his metaphorical tail between his legs if she gives him enough time. She doesn't; Calpernia turns to face him, and Samson knows is too late now.
She walks to him, anger radiating from her is almost palpable. He can feel his blood freeze as he stands, petrified, and she pokes his chest with her index finger.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Samson is suddenly reminded of that one time he and other recruits got massively drunk, the next day they all had to go to Knight – Commander's office. Never in his life was he so terrified of a woman, and Meredith only glared at him, her cold eyes promising excruciating pain and suffering his silly little mind couldn't possibly comprehend.
"I think you want to be alone," Samson begins, half wondering if this is the day he dies in flames, screaming.
"You think?" she growls, adding something in her native language. He doesn't understand Tevene much (thankfully?), but he knows the word she just called him is not a term of endearment.
It doesn't matter that Calpernia is a skinny girl or that she has to stand on her tiptoes so their eyes are on the same level. Samson is quite sure she is more dangerous than the Elder One's dragon.
He will definitely knock next time. If he survives today, that is.
A/N2: Fututus et mori in igni – "fuck off and die in a fire" tho I'm not 100% sure, I just found this list of swearwords in Latin, and thought hey, I could use this?