A/N: Hey guys! Trying something new to help me get back into writing. All of these will be really short moments in my Dragon Age OC's lives. Kinda jumbled, pretty random. But yeah, enjoy! ~L&L
A: Anger
They'd never seen her as enraged as she was in that moment. Hawke was absolutely fuming, eyes narrowed to slits and hands fisting so surely along the hilts of her daggers it was a miracle she didn't crush them. "Come," she barked, the order clipped. Neither Fenris nor Anders could argue as they left the Qunari corpses and Isabela's hastily scripted note of apology outside that warehouse.
B: Bread
Alistair couldn't understand, and Brosca was okay with that. She knew he'd lived a life of prosperity compared to her own, knew he'd never known what it was like to go to bed starved because you'd given the only measly morsels you'd acquired to your sibling. She knew these things and never faulted him. Brosca only hoped that he would keep their differences in mind, and not question when she stashed pieces of their nightly meals in the knapsack she never let leave her person.
C: Compound
The first time she walked through that gate, all eyes were on her and her companions. As if two humans, an elf, and a dwarf were a strange sight among ashen giants. The Arishok she met - who proved that the powder seeking dwarf she'd reluctantly followed truly was full of shit - spoke little. His eyes spoke for him, an angered sea of molten gold. Hawke found she respected him. And that she was ready to murder that would be merchant bastard should he dare show his face again.
D: Distance
Lavellan had known isolation the majority of her life, and yet she'd never felt more alone and more betrayed than that moment. Standing there, staring at the man she'd thought she could love cower behind bars too cold to touch, she wanted to scream. To murder him for his deception. Blackwall - Ranier - made no motion to stop her as she turned from him. Her silence spoke more than her words ever could.