Catchall genre for what would otherwise be drama without the high emotion.
A nice man! Tall, but not too tall, because then you -- you too short, eh-mar, for a very tall man with a beard...
A lonely sausage-maker fantasises.
Dragon Age Origins. Alistair is shamed, Zevran fails to make it better.
She is polite to these strangers around her, radiates love, affection, hoping they will not hurt her. The same as when she came to this place the first time, her anger and the fear unexpected. Be polite, be modest, be loveable, and the strangers won't hurt her.
Dragon Age II. Fenris and Anders. A growing lack of disgust can't be everything.
Still, she's never been much for others, my mother: at the time I didn't know if she realised her sister was actually on her deathbed, but now I'm starting to think she just had no sympathy for the situation.
You got lost in your head once, made yourself all crazy.
we have run long and away we three from the mountain always standing still
Three hundred and sixty degrees she turned, and as if trapped in an early version of a three dimensional gamer's world, she turned and turned and only saw her face. She had no sides, no curves but for the hourglass defining her.
Well, a kid's going to cost a lot. Add that to the negatives.
there was a name he could remember, but not one he could articulate
If he shut up, he would be all right.
this shocking thing passing you by
Wear your corporate success proudly, sweetheart; collars and cuffs synonyms for platinum-class shackles.
Fifteen new workplaces in seventeen years, always with oversized men, the labouring hulks of the south-east corridor, too proud or smart to be unemployed, too proud or stubborn to get a trade. He makes himself fit in.
The children understood her competence in adversity even without language, for how often must she have been mocked to have learned her fluid, unemotional pre-emptive strategy?
i don't like good mornings
Antoni arched his back, did as the irony scripted across his chest demanded, and thrust his pecs forward.
However searing the sun, space was never a glorious frontier.
on the air the smell of haloumi grilling
enter this flat stretch of years
Exiled lions find companionship with each other and eat some humans.
Jesus wept, it's just a tissue.
...no, I'm thinking, oh no, no, no, did I really eat all that frozen bread, I'm not supposed to eat flour! I'm not supposed to eat bread! -- and I'm thinking of all those wasted days, days I tell you, of half-starving and it's all gone down the toilet like a huge gluten-fat floaty turd, you know, those slick yellow ones, I can't fight myself if I'm going to eat while I'm sleeping...
On the sofa, their commentary faces forwards, as though the television is their audience, and their life is a kind of inverted pantomime.
when you have altered beyond recognition
Dragon Age II. In a lifetime of poverty Marian had never cohabited with cockroaches.
A home just isn't complete without Nazi memorabilia, one salesman says.
Fenris and Dorian, contemporary AU. Fenris woke that morning to the news that Qarinus was being bombed.
Dragon Age Inquisition contemporary AU. Fenris, Dorian. Fenris woke that morning to the news that Qarinus was being bombed.
i don't look back
i am a kitten built of hatred begrudging the winter-wet pad towards work underneath a grey sky still spitting fury
Flicking between trite morning offerings, they come across a show listing in an astoundingly compressed point form (that is, under five criteria per side) the reasons why marriages succeed or fail.
Dragon Age II. Fenris and Anders met before Hawke introduced them.
along with your shadow let your accent lengthen
Dragon Age II. Fenris chainsmokes; your lungs are changed forever from your first.
Dragon Age Inquisition. Dorian; the irony is, temptation has nothing to do with sex or sexuality.
Dragon Age Origins. Warden-Commander Kallian Tabris prepares to sneak away in the night, has random goodbye sex with Anders. Anders has no idea what's going on.
in the name of your pride be successively hostile
Dragon Age II, Anders. When his father read verses from the Chant of Light, the boy knew he was listening to the voice of the law.
Dragon Age II / Patrick White's "The Aunt" pastiche. Where Gamlen also loved the dashing apostate Malcolm.
When I visited Over There, it had been forty two years since I left. Every second question was 'why aren't you married'. Gone forty two years and there's no 'how are you, what do you do, tell us about your life!' No, it's all, 'where's your husband? Where's your boyfriend? Why aren't you married?'
Dragon Age Inquisition. Dorian, Cullen and Hawke. A drabble of sorts.
suburban bane of shiftworkers, us night walkers and they; the canine chorus multiplies, heralding our way.
If with no consideration for the fate of ferns.
Her mother could not find a photographer. No one sits at the bridal table. Beloved's friends are not by her side.