A somewhat fictionalised account of my grumpy dwarf character Martya's attempt to find love in Dragon Age Origins. Crossposted to AO3
See also Dragon Age will break your heart
Alastair: You’re some sort of sneaky..witch thief!
Morrigan: How eloquent.
Martya: Ok, I don’t like you.
Martya: heeeey morrigan
Morrigan: I was raised to take men to my bed, use them until spent and then kill them.
Martya: So what you’re saying is, you’re straight.
Alastair: A gift? For me?
Martya: Yeah, yeah. Noone else wanted it
Martya: Um, hello
Sten: Grrr *Sten dissaproves -10*
Zevran: you know you‘re pretty hot for a dwarf
Martya: dude, you just tried to kill me
Zevran: oh please. That was HOURS ago!
Leliana: Another gift? How dear of you!
Leliana: but what I really love is...
Leliana: SHOES!! (also the maker)