Fenris wandered the small airport for a while, taking advantage of the opportunity to stretch his legs. He hated long flights; he always felt sore and in a foul mood by the end of them. Flights like the one he was on today, when he was with a client, were the worst… he couldn’t just curl up, try to nap, and ignore the lengthy confinement as much as possible. Instead he had to be aware and articulate, and maintain a friendly attitude, when all he really wanted to do by the end of a long flight was snarl at people.
He really should head back to the passenger lounge and wait there, he knew. But instead he found a quiet corner of the hallway, partially obscured by a planter full of ferns, and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes and just standing still, tuning out as much of the background noise as he could. For a few minutes he achieved a pleasantly drifting state, not quite awake, not quite asleep.
So every time I think about this my brain kind of loses its ability to function properly because guh. Hello. Hello this pairing. Hi there pairing. Also how do you write a kiss so mind-blowingly hot that people forgets to breath that is the best health hazard ever and also why is my brain not working again what is going on
Modern AUs gets rid of the mage problem and Fenris can be casually shipped with all the mages and my brain does that thing with the not-thinking again or rather thinking about how I should reread something again because aaaaah.
“Bethany? I thought that was you I saw earlier,” Professor Orsino said, smiling warmly as he rose from his seat in the lounge.
Bethany had no choice but to stop and talk to him. Not that she minded having a chance to talk to Professor Orsino, but she could see a familiar bright-red leather briefcase on the chair beside his, and knew Meredith Stannard must be somewhere in the vicinity. Probably complaining loudly to some poor unfortunate about the delay, Bethany guessed. “Professor Orsino,” she said, smiling back at him with equal warmth.
“I was surprised to see you on board, until I remembered you’d once mentioned that you’d started school so late because of helping with the family business. I take it Hawke Airways is that business?”
I think you could convince me to ship just about anything - even just a throwaway comment makes me think so much about a pairing! And there is just something about Orsino/Feynriel that would be so… decadent, almost, and sensual, and, well, forbidden. In the game, at least. Is that part of the lure..?
A team of paramedics was waiting by when they pulled up to the terminal in Gander. They soon had the stricken nun transferred to a stretcher and carried off the plane, Mother Elthina following along behind. Doctor Anders temporarily disembarked as well, to speak on the phone with the doctor at the hospital that the nun was being taken to, so that the physician treating her there would know what steps he’d taken in caring for her until the paramedics had arrived.
It would take a couple of hours for the incident to be written up properly before they could depart again. The passengers were allowed to disembark if they wished, once the paramedics had gone, though they were cautioned to remain in the terminal and preferably within the waiting area itself until the plane was cleared to reload and leave. Most of them chose to leave the plane, as they could at least stretch their legs and get a snack or drink in the terminal, while all they could do on the plane itself was sit and wait.
An AU with flight attendants is such an easy theme to take straight to the lolcrack direction, but this chapter is so genuinely touching and emotional, and it is wonderful. I got so teary, and it made me think so much about how it is going to be for Morrigan post DA:O and the Dark Ritual.
I think you could write a cooking show AU and still find a way to make me feel so much as to make me cry (and I believe they would make poutine). You have that kind of writing magic about you.
To Isabela’s surprise, when Alistair finally arrived, he was in company with another man; a rather distinguished-looking older man, his black hair and neatly-trimmed beard and moustache flecked with grey. “Senior Air Warden Duncan,” Alistair quickly introduced him as, flushing in an embarrassed fashion that made Isabela guess that Duncan was there to review Alistair’s performance. Or that Alistair had made a particularly poor showing in some manner already, and was feeling self-conscious as a result; he was a nice man, and very competent at his job, but surprisingly easily flustered in more social situations. She saw the pair seated, then let the pilots know their full complement was on board at last and went to help Feynriel, who’d been greeting passengers as they boarded, to close and lock the door, after which he hurried to the back to take his place with Bethany.
Senior Air Warden Duncan. Senior Air Warden Duncan. Duncan is on a plane!
Dr Anders (or should I say Dr Tjäder? Actually yes, because I am all kinds of thrilled over the fact that he is named like the bird, so he can have something of his beloved feathers with him!) gets to be all doctor-y, and - Feynriel. Feynriel the flight attendant. Bethany and Feynriel are flight attendants together oh goodness.
This makes me so giddy and cheered up!