"Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be."
― Toni Morrison, Beloved
9:28 Dragon
"This is stupid, Eshne."
"Shut up, Jowan, this is genius, have I ever steered you wrong?"
Jowan looked down the stairs, watching Eshne settle herself on a templar's shield. He peered down, wondering why he let a girl not only younger than him but also half his size talk him into these stupid stunts. When he saw the flash in her eye, he remembered.
"I don't know, Esh. Last time we crashed into a bookcase." Jowan's eyes went wide.
Eshne scoffed, wiping the sweat from her freckled forehead, "I've fixed the position, we'll make it this time."
"Oh, Maker."
"Your Maker has nothing to do with my genius, Jowan. Now get on."
Reluctantly, Jowan sat behind her, both barely fitting on the shield, but Eshne was small enough. Eshne put her hand on the stairs, ice started to form over the stone, making a slippery slide.
"Three, two, one," Eshne counted down, "Send off!" She pushed off the first step.
Jowan screamed behind her as they slipped down the stairs into the library on the shield. Eshne cackled wildly as they descended down the iced steps.
They reached the bottom and kept sliding. Eshne kept laughing, adrenaline pumping as they made it into the main part of the library.
The shield finally came to a stop right in front of a pair of students who had been reading. Jowan fell over, not blinking. Eshne kept laughing, her cackles were almost shrieks.
"I hate you." Jowan whispered.
"Do not." Eshne stood up, picking up the shield, "I think I can get us to go further."
Jowan groaned, slowly sitting up, "You're lucky it's your birthday."
She handed him the shield, fixing her always braided hair.
"And hello to you too, Eshne." One of the students said, setting her book down, "I rate this one about a seven."
"Seven!" Eshne put her hands on her hips, "Holy shit, Nani, give me some credit. I learned the frost spells for this. Took me months!"
Nani flashed a smile, "I'm kidding it was awesome." She stood up, "Let's get some extra ice on the shield this time, I think it will slide better."
"You genius you." Eshne kissed her cheek.
"Defacement of Chantry property I see?"
The three of them looked up to see Greagoir, he was frowning and crossing his arms. Behind him was the First Enchanter, Redd, Wynne, and another templar they didn't recognized.
Redd saw Nani and prepared himself.
"Oh no, ser. Jowan and I were simply returning this, we have no idea where it came from. I was studying. That's what us mages do." Eshne smiled even wider.
"My dear, ser," Nani began, "How could you think that this sweet child would ever go against the laws of our beloved Chantry?" She put her arm around Eshne, "My sister and I, as you know, are devout Andrastians, and would flaw ourselves if we knew we had insulted the Chantry in such a way."
Eshne nodded in agreement, "Devout as she said."
Redd stifled a laugh.
Wynne rolled her eyes, "Eshne Surana, you will return the shield."
"What are you talking about return, I never claimed it in the first place." Eshne grabbed the shield from Jowan, then handed it to Greagoir.
"Just doing our Andrastian duty, ser." Nani added.
"Maker preserve me…" Greagoir sighed, "I suppose it is the Makers will that I should see you two today." He looked to the three mages, "You are aware that the Templar whom you had originally been a charge under is retiring," Greagoir sighed, "This is Ser Cullen Rutherford. He's going to be the Templar watching you from now on, Maker help him." He whispered the last part.
Ser Cullen gave a nod towards Nani, and when he saw Eshne he blushed under his helmet, "I look forward t-to m-making your a-acquaintance, M-Miss Surana." He extended his hand to her.
Jowan suppressed a laugh under a cough.
"Awesome," Nani held her chest, "I was so worried for my own safety. Thank you so much, Knight-Commander." Her words laced with sarcasm.
Redd cleared his throat, "I trust he will be more than up to the task of watching his charges Greagoir." He chuckled, "Even if they are a handful." He eyed his daughters.
Greagoir scoffed, marching back in the direction of the Templar barracks. Irving chuckled, shaking his head before he went off for his study.
"Eshne," Wynne began, "I would suggest you unfreeze the steps." She raised her brow.
"That is such a good suggestion, mammae. I'm so glad you thought of that." Eshne ran to do just as she was asked, skipping back to Wynne.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning for your studies." Wynne smirked, receiving a kiss on the cheek before she too left.
"So," Eshne began, rocking on her heels, "You're the unlucky Templar who was placed to lord over my every move."
Cullen removed his helmet, still blushing as he scratched the back of his head, "W-well I wouldn't want to m-make you un-uncomfortable, Miss Surana."
Eshne scoffed, but couldn't form a word when she looked up at him
"Oh." Eshne nodded, her eyes locking with his, her posture softening into a slight slouch as she crossed her arms.
Nani gave her a slight nudge.
"Well, that's, that's good," Eshne sputtered out, "A good, quality in a Templar, good Ser."
"What?" Jowan started laughing, but was cut short by a pinch on his arm.
"Right," Cullen blushed, "I'm sure I'll see you again soon, Miss Surana."
"Yeah that sounds, awesome." Eshne snorted.
Eshne couldn't help but stare at the Templars behind as he walked away, presumably trying to find Greagoir.
"Sweet Maker." She said to herself.
"You don't believe in the Maker." Jowan sneered.
"If that's what he gifts to the world I'll strip naked and dance the remigold for the big man." Eshne swooned.
"Please tell me you're joking, Esh." Jowan made a disgusted face, "You have a crush on the one person who is supposed to watch over our every move."
"Jowan," Eshne turned to him, patting his shoulder, "My poor sweet Jowan. They don't make men like that everyday."
"What about me?" Jowan laughed.
"You're someone's type, Jowan," Eshne smiled, "Just not mine.
Jowan ruffled her hair and she smacked his arm.
She looked back up at him, fixing her hair again while Nani cackled.
"Let's find another shield."
Nani snuck into the library late that night. She left the mage's quarters when Cullen hadn't been looking. He was so easy to fool.
She snickered.
Nani fixed her hair, making sure the front braids were pulled taught. Her hair was relatively straight anyways, she just wanted to look somewhat presentable. She pushed one side of her hair back behind her ear, a little white sliver of a scar at the tip of her ear the only living memory of her life in the Wilds.
Someone came up behind her, sliding their hands over Nani's hips.
Nani turned around, "Niall, don't be fresh."
Niall smiled and kissed her, "I had to take the opportunity before your father saw."
"He's in the barracks."
"Really?"
"Really really."
Niall lifting Nani's chin gently and he kissed her again.
"You look beautiful." He said.
"I know." Nani raised her brow.
She ran her finger over his chest, "The apprentices are all in the barracks now."
"Whatever are we mages to do?" Niall said, taking Nani's hand and placed delicate kisses over her palm and up her arm.
When he reached her neck Nani let out a moan and pushed him to a hidden corner behind one of the bookshelves.
Niall lifted her up by her thick hips, holding her to the wall. Nani pulled up her robes. She closed her eyes, feeling Nial work his fingers into her smallclothes, his other hand supporting her butt. She tried her best to keep quiet, not wanting any templar to hear them, but it was so hard when her entire body was ready to surrender to Niall's touch.
A wave of excitement ran through them, the potentiality of getting caught gave Nani a rush. Niall lifted up his robes to put his condom on, then making sure Nani was comfortable and wet enough.
He watched Nani's face as he slowly went into her, her lips parting. Her legs tightened around his waist, and her nails dug into his back.
He knew she wanted him to go faster, but he couldn't help but indulge in the carnal pleasure, seeing her writhe with each thrust.
Niall kept fucking her, his finger circling around her clit, just how he knew she liked it. He felt her tightening around his dick, knowing she was close to orgasm. His fingers kept at it.
The closer she came to orgasm Nani felt it harder to keep quiet. She let out a small moan. Niall smiled and shushed her, playfully nipping at her jaw. A long wave of pleasure ran through Nani, and Niall could feel that she had had her fill.
He buried his face in her clothed breasts, finally releasing himself. He wished desperately that he could properly look at her whole naked body instead of these quick sessions around the tower. He set Nani down, kissing her plum colored lips.
"They're finally moving me up to the mage's quarters," Nani said, lowering her robes, "Maybe we can get some time alone then?"
"Whatever you wish, my darling." Niall kissed her forehead.
He watched her walk away, glancing at her butt, thinking himself to be a very lucky man indeed.