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It took me shamefully long to realize that Teagan was a card-carrying member of the Dragon Age Rugged Men’s Noses Appreciation Society. (DARMNAS)
The DARMNAS meets every Tuesday, at the Dragon Age Community Center, right after Knight-Captain Cullen’s Anti-Abomination Knitting Circle and The Arishok’s Synchronized Swim Team’s weekly practice.
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Reblog for Teagan week.
(Also any excuse to reblog that nose :o)
Little known fact: Cullen’s Anti-Abomination Knitting Circle knits all the Circle of Magi’s phylactery cozies.
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A Chance Encounter (sorry, I stink at titles)
For Cherith
Bethany/Teagan
MotA spoilers for those that haven’t played it yet.Alrighty, this is my last gift as a relief elf for the DA Fandom Holiday Gift exchange. I wanted to write Cherith a story with Teagan, because I loves the Bann of Rainesfere. I also liked the idea of creating a world where Circle!Bethany gets some non-templar romancing. I hope you enjoy!
Isolde was going on about something or other, her voice sounded shrill to Teagan’s ears, even though he normally didn’t mind his sister-in-law. She had a big heart, was a kind, pious woman and deeply devoted his brother and their son. But after traveling with her to the remote stretch of the Vimmark Mountains to Chateau Haine, he needed a small break from her.
He missed Rainesfere, the craggy red land, abutted by the mountains with snowy white tops glistening in the distance, the wind whistling through the walls of the modest house he called home. Teagan was the Bann, but Rainesfere was a remote, desolate stretch of land near the Frostbacks, and many people preferred the comforts of nearby Redcliffe. He didn’t mind, the few people that inhabited Rainesfere were a particular sort of hardy and he liked them, while they in turn, adored him, for he treated them as fairly as possible.
During their travels to the Chateau, where they were to, of all things, participate in a wyvern hunt, Isolde had briefed him on everyone that she knew would be in attendance. It was an exhausting list, and he’d listened in silence as she rattled off all the various offenses the Comtess Dulci de Launcet had committed against her over the years. The two women had a legendary rivalry, but he didn’t actually know or care how it had begun.
“Teagan, are you even listening to me?” Isolde’s voice gouged into his thoughts, the accusation too much for him to take.
“I can assure you I am not.” Teagan replied, and Isolde blanched at his frankness, unaccustomed to it, though she’d known Teagan for half her life. “But by all means, keep talking.” He said. “I find it too quiet when you aren’t.” -
When he asks me am I married and I tell him no:
When he says it should be a crime for a woman like me to be single:
I still remember the first time I saw him yelling up at Loghain in the balcony. “Who is that fabulous rebel?”
*runs off to play DA:O*
