In Peace, Vigilance IIn Peace, Vigilance I4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They chose to have Loghain killedAlistair delivered the final blow. They put Anora on the throneAlistair wasn't ready yet, might never be ready; he was pale with relief. They drew lotsAlistair, Garrett, Carver, and Cousin Amellfor who would be the one to undergo the rite with Morrigan; Alistair's was the shortest, and wasn't that always his luck?
'Why me?' he mourned, and Garrett clapped him on the back, and Carver barely concealed his laughter, and Cousin Amell was the only one who took him aside to comfort him, though nothing anyone did or said would make the prospect feel any easier.
Bethany and Aveline didn't know how lucky they were Morrigan wasn't in need of what they could give her.
But it wasn't Alistair's sword that struck the final blow, nor Carver's, nor Aveline's; nor was it Garrett's daggers, while Bethany healed her brothers safe behind a phalanx of dwarves. It was Cousin Amell's swift blades of ice that pierced the Archdemon's heartwh
WarningsWarnings4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Will you… just stop."
"Stop what, little brother?" She was polishing her staff - the one that had belonged to father, the one that Carver was always embarrassed by because of the naked lady on the top. Malcolm never carried it in Lothering. He'd kept it hidden away. Saoirse suspected the form at the top was based on her mother's. "Got to keep the Aurum clean, or it sticks on ice spells."
"Not the staff. Sod the staff. Stop looking at him like that."
She started guiltily. Ok, so her eyes may have been resting on Anders'….bits a little more than was strictly necessary, but he was the warden. If there were darkspawn about he would be the first to know. It was a simple survival tactic. She arranged a look of innocence and eyed her brother. "I didn't mean to step on your parade, Carver," she said. "You know he fancies men? Tends to go for the dark haired ones too, from what I could…"
"Maker's breath sister,
EnvyEnvy4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I need to go and check on Anders first," she said. "I think he's been avoiding us since the…"
"Incident when he almost killed someone?" Fenris said, leaning against the fireplace.
She shot the elf a narrow eyed look. Fenris merely raised an eyebrow and Saoirse rolled her eyes. "Sebastian, I'll be happy to talk with the Grand Cleric on the way back if you want."
"That would be fine, Hawke. I don't think Elthina expected you to turn up immediately."
The tense set of Saoirse shoulders confused him a little. He didn't understand why she seemed to dislike Elthina so much - the Grand Cleric had been nothing but kind to her, but every time they talked Saoirse always managed to choke out something sarcastic and offensive that made Sebastian wince, if she didn't outright ask the woman to fix the mage situation.
That abomination of hers had too much influence over her. He caught Fenris' eye. "We'll come with you," he said. "After last time I don't think you should be wandering around Dar
Children and AnimalsChildren and Animals3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When she got to the clinic he was busy - as usual. There were groans and coughs from the many patients littered on the rough cots scattered around and Anders was talking earnestly with a haggard young woman who was holding a boy in her arms. The boy was shaking; she could hear muffled sobs and even from the door she could see his arm, hanging limp away from his body, had been very badly burnt.
"Bring him over here," Anders said in his soft voice. He hadn't noticed Saoirse enter and she scanned the room quickly, looking to see if there were any cases she could deal with. When she couldn't find anyone who was in immediate need of her help she turned back to Anders, who had managed to get the boy to sit up on one of the taller wooden benches.
"And how old are you, Serah?" Anders said.
"Mam says I've got ten summers, Messere Anders," he said, hiccuping a few times as he tried to repress the tears that filled his eyes and threatened to spill.
"Really? I would have thought you were at least
Holding PatternHolding Pattern4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Anders slung his staff on his back and watched her methodically loot the bodies. She reminded him of Alim, with her constant need for coin. He supposed she was still a long way off the fifty sovereigns she needed to finance the trip to the deep roads. The ever present problem of needing coin to make coin frustrated him almost as much as the plight of the mages. If the refugees in Darktown had a sovereign between them there was a chance they could get back to Ferelden.
If they had anything to go back to.
She sat back on her heels with a piece of paper in her hands. "Maker's Breath, why do they have receipts for these things?" she said, a faint look of disgust on her face. It was a slaver invoice. "Looks like they took him to some bolt hole in the Wounded Coast." A smile played on her lips. "I wonder if that's near the injured cliffs?" She looked up, hopefully. Fenris was scowling at the body of the slaver mage and Varric was polishing the stock of Bianca - the dwarf was obsesse
How. DAII END SPOILERHow. DAII END SPOILER4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ashes from the burning chantry remains dance their way across the courtyard, ticking off the seconds, minutes of silence, before it is finally broken by a small, choked voice that can wait in silence no more.
"You hate me right now, don't you? You want to make me hurt, make me suffer; pay for what I've done. And yet, somehow, I'm under your skin. Unbidden, I have crept into the deepest parts of you until until you cannot conceive of a world without me in it. And you hate me all the more for it."
The dagger at the speaker's back pauses. The hand holding it shakes.
"Ask me how I know."
Cortland Hawke bites down hard on his lower lip as his fingers twitch on the knife's hilt. Is it to stop his mouth from answering the question? As blood is drawn from the wounds his teeth inflict he realises that, no, he just needed to feel something. Slight though it is, the pain is something different. It's not here. It's not this.
The blond head in front of him is dipped. Long, white, sha
EbbEbb4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters/Pairing: Anders/F!Hawke (mage)
He can hear her voice. Even through everything, the rage, the pain, the injustice, he can hear her. "She's the reason you're fighting Anders!" it's high and urgent and all he wants is to kill but something stops him, the figure crouched in front of him isn't a Templar, and he was going to…
"Maker, no!" he breathes, sinking to the ground and clutching at his head. "I almost…" he looks up into Saoirse's face, which is not afraid…
…how can she not be afraid…
Just concerned. "If you hadn't been here… I need to get away from here…"
He ran. Faster than he'd run in years. By the time he got to darktown he was gasping for breath, sweating even though it was the middle of winter. He ignored the patients waiting at the closed door of his clinic, even as the back of his brain catalogued them to be certain none were urgent, no