DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction for my personal entertainment (and maybe yours). Dragon Age II and all related characters and locations are the property of Bioware Inc. RATING: Grown ups.
Cassella’s lip was bleeding and her right eye was swollen shut, but her great ax was bloody and several of her opponents were missing body parts, including at least one head. Isabela looked only slightly better than her partner, but she was grinning madly at Cassella and breathing heavily. Cassella grabbed her by her bodice and kissed her hard, oblivious to any pain and blood. Isabela laughed and took Cassella by the hand, dragging her through the alley, pausing for more kisses and fondles and to pick up a ridiculously gorgeous elf whore they passed on their way.
The elf snored softly between them in the bed. Isabela traced a finger along his skin. “Can we keep him?” she grinned, her eyes twinkling.
Cassella laughed. “I told you we shouldn’t have left Fenris behind in Kirkwall.”
“Speaking of Kirkwall,” Isabela said, sitting up, suddenly serious, “I heard some news at the tavern earlier.”
“What about?” Cassella yawned, “Have the Qunari returned, looking for more books?”
“Oh shut up. Do you have any idea how rich we’d be if you’d let me keep it?”
“You’re the one who came back. Do you have any idea how rich we’d be if you’d taken me with you in the first place instead of leaving me to deal with the Arishok?”
“I came back, didn’t I?” Isabela pouted. “Anyway, it’s not the Qunari. It’s the mages and templars. Things have finally gone to shit.”
“I’m surprised it’s taken this long. Since when do you care about mage-templar politics?” “Since someone decided to blow up the Chantry.”
Cassella blinked. “…Really…” she breathed, “Who would do– ?” she caught herself and began to laugh. “Anders!”
Isabela burst into laughter as well, “With Justice preaching his unholy righteousness all the way to the Gallows!”
“I’d have paid to see that!”
Their boisterous mirth woke the sleepy elf and he soon fell prey once again to the appetites of his midnight companions.
Far across the sea, Kirkwall’s chantry burned while mages and templars slaughtered each other at the behest of evil magics. But the Pirate Queen and the Champion of Kirkwall didn’t care. They had better things to do than play at war…