Dragon Age: Origins-Awakening
Dragon Age 2
Quick drawing before going to bed
+/- 15 min
“That’s not what ‘e looked like,” said the girl.
The boy just licked his lips and kept scribbling. “Yu-hunh.”
“Nuh-unh.” She crossed her arms, so her brother would know she meant Serious Business. He didn’t bother to look. “He weren’t no blue,” she snapped. “And no light shootin’ outta his head like—like—”
“Some kinda demon.” The boy smiled fondly down at the paper. He rubbed absently at his shoulder, where there wasn’t even a scar.
“You shut yer hole,” shouted his sister, her face turning scarlet and blotchy. She stomped her foot, once, hard, and it squished in the Darktown muck. “He gone saved yer life and yer makin’ ‘im all scary-lookin’.”
“I’m makin’ ‘im awesome.” Frowning, the boy swatted at a splotch of muck that had landed on the corner of his drawing. But the stain had already set. “‘Sides, I’m the one who sawr ‘im up close. Doncha think I’d know?”
In a flash of inspiration, the boy picked up his drawing sticks—nubs at this point, really—and sketched around the stain, encircling it, turning it into a staff. The source of the Healer’s power. Yes, thought the boy. It worked. It even almost looked like it was always supposed to be that way. He smiled. His best work yet.
“I sawr ‘im too,” said the girl, her voice softening. “And he weren’t no demon. He were pretty.”
The boy looked up at his sister then, and grinned cruelly.
“Sounds like you got a crush,” he said, stretching out the last word.
The girl’s eyes narrowed. Her face felt tight, and hot.
“Well. I ain’t the one drawin’ no demons in the mud,” she snapped, and stormed off to beg for their evening supper.
The boy shrugged, suppressing a smile. The sketch even made his sister mad. Definitely his best work yet.