Firstly, I would like to apologise - both to Kimmathy and to dragonageholidaycheer - for how late this is. Writing it was like pissing gallstones, and I’ve finally thrown up my hands and gone “FUCK IT”.
Secondly, I would like to apologise for how unfluffy this is. My specialty is light-hearted crackfic, so hopefully this will break your heart in the appropriate manner.
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The weather was Merrill’s favourite – black, wet and violent, rain pelting almost sideways against (and through) the walls of the tiny hovel. Water was pouring in through the walls and the roof, but at least the three inches of mud at her feet would keep the rats away for a little while.
Thunder boomed in time with flashes of lightning and the banging of bins and crates as they flew across the alienage square. The mess would be devastating, but it would still be better than a group of humans on a boys’ night out.