Follow you Home pt.IFollow you Home pt.I4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It has been six years
I had hoped the pain would fade, disappear with time like everyone said it would, but it persists. This steady, pulsing ache in my chest that threatens to crumble my torso and devour my soul
My cold fingers wrap around the small cup of ale in my hands. I have yet to take even one sip despite having ordered it hours ago.
My eyes scan the tavern I have found myself in, the Hanged Man there is a grotesque statue hanging above the door, though I ignored it as I entered. Kirkwall is strange, after living most of my life in a tower I find it interesting how different these lands are. Kirkwall is alien to me, a world of harsh turmoil.
This city stands on a knife's edge, the Chantry looming above like a dragon poised to attack. None of the people here seem to realize that the balance is being tilted in the Divine's direction. Belief in the maker is a requirement to live here it seems
I visited the tower, or the Gallows, yes that is what they call it
Blood and Thunder: NightmaresBlood and Thunder: Nightmares4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The room was ice cold, stone walls covered in a sheen of frost. Maeve could see her breath, flowing from her mouth like smoke as she shivered. Why was it so cold?
She found herself in remarkably bulky armor, even more constricting than her usual set of plate. Glancing down she gasped as gauntleted fingers traced the sword of mercy etched into the breast plate. Upon further inspection she felt the dark purple sash tied about her waist, felt the skirt of chainmail as it clinked about her legs. Reaching up she felt her hair, braided into a tight bun at the top of her head. It was just like when she'd gone through her training.
She hadn't worn templar armor since she was sixteen
"Where am I?" She examined her surroundings, the room lined with bookshelves filled to bursting with ancient tomes. All around her was the scents of parchment and ink mixed with the faint traces of lyrium that made her mouth water.
She'd never craved it more
Her hands skimmed over the spines of the d
Blood and Thunder: Chasing PavementsBlood and Thunder: Chasing Pavements3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: The writer suggests listening to Adele's 'Chasing Pavements' while reading, link in the description below.
Also, mature content warning...there is smut, but it is tasteful I promise.
The rain dripped down the side of the Hightown estates, forming rivers and streams amongst the cobblestone pathways. The storm arrived quickly, flooding the streets and causing all the Hightown nobles to run indoors.
Maeve Hawke didn't notice. She walked in a daze through the rain, her hair plastered to her neck and shoulders as she wandered the town in the elaborate gown Orana had dressed her in.
It was pale blue silk and soaked through, Maeve abandoning her cloak in exchange for freedom from the masquerade ball The Comte De Launcet had held in her honor. It was a thank you for saving his son, but that fact was only known by the Champion and a select few others. Maeve had tired of it within the hour, finally slipping out a window and climbing down from the balcony to escape all the rediculous
Blood and Thunder: Joining SoulsBlood and Thunder: Joining Souls4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: The writer suggests listening to the song linked in the description while reading.
The world stops, life freezing as the forest fills.
The band of mercenaries are a diverse group, hosting dwarves, elves, humans, and dogs. They move in secret, a tiny caravan traveling through the mountains.
Their faces are somber, guarded, as if they expect assassins to jump out of every shadow. The frowns and stony expressions soften as the day wears on, the group finally stopping at their destination.
The peak overlooks the beauty of Tevinter; the sun just beginning it's decent.
Individuals move, preparing for a ritual that has been performed since the dawn of time. Smiles appear where there were none, happiness and joy almost physical entities in the air.
Today they will not weep, they will not fight. Peace, though fragile, is held. This is a day unlike any other for this group. One that will go down in history.
There is chatter, songs being sung and jokes being retold .but as the appropria
Blood and Thunder: Interview IIBlood and Thunder: Interview II4 years ago in Romance More Like This
V: And so we meet again Girly...
M: *rolls eyes* Way to be dramatic Varric.
V: It's what I do, now are you ready for more questions?
M: *rubs belly* I'm just enjoying being warm for once, this inn is nice!
V: The Minstrel's Dance, a friend of mine owns it, we should be safe here.
A: *enters room and sits next to Maeve* I don't like this...
M: Damn it Anders, I've been running through snow for the last week, at least let my toes defrost before going all paranoid father-to-be on me...
A: *wraps arms around Maeve* I'm sorry...I'll keep my fears to myself for now alright?
M: *kisses Anders* Good.
V: So can I start the interview yet?
M: If I'm going to be sitting through another interview there better be some cinnamon bread.
V: As a matter of fact, Orana sent me some for that very reason!
M: Gimme gimme gimme!!! *snatches the food*
V: *grins* Alright, may I start?"
M: *says something along the lines of yes around a mouthful of food*
A: Chew your food please love.
M: *gives Anders the finger
Blood and Thunder: SantinaliaBlood and Thunder: Santinalia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her fingers, rough from years of sword fighting, gently caress the long, lanky body beside her. Her touch travels from freckle to freckle, sliding over smooth flesh marred occasionaly by scars from darkspawn claws.
He shifts slightly, skin rippling with goosebumps as her nails skim down his spine. This causes her full lips to stretch into a smile, Maeve leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade.
The pale blue sky visible from her bedroom window is clouding up, snow predicted to fall by evening. All the signs of a gloomy day surround her, but she ignores the feeling of melancholy warring with her newfound joy. Today she will abandon sorrow and embrace happiness for she is done mourning Santinalia, she wants to start celebrating it again. Starting with the man in her bed...
Anders whispers her name as he turns over in his sleep, a slight smile on his peaceful face and she begins to remember life before the Qunari. He needs to smile more she thinks.
He's only partially asleep now, only a
Mages and Templars: DutyMages and Templars: Duty4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was raining.
She always asked him to go outside when it was raining. Before, he couldn't for all in the world understand why she would want to go outside of the tower when it was cold and wet and raining outside, instead of a sunny, warm day. Now he did. He watched her dance in the rain, her red hair sticking to her face and her robes heavy from the water. She looked... happy. Happier than when the sun was shining and warm on her skin. He couldn't understand why, but he didn't ask. He never did. He was happy just watching her.
This might be the last time that she...
He wasn't going to think about it. He wouldn't allow himself. It wouldn't happen.
He was standing by the door to the library, guarding the apprentices, watching them read old books with tattered spines and scarred covers. Mostly, he was watching her.
He shouldn't, Maker he really shouldn't, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was why he had come to disagree with the Chantry about mages, about
Of Mages and TemplarsOf Mages and Templars4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was raining Kirkwall was now in the grips of a fierce storm. Cullen began to wonder how many templars got struck by lightning
Today had been hard He couldn't stop thinking about her. Usually it wasn't that bad, the memories only troubling him late at night but she just wouldn't leave him alone today.
Meredith had known something was wrong, that he was distracted, which was why she had sent him home.
"You aren't focused; you are no use to me with your head in the clouds." She had scolded. Her voice somewhat harsh as she was preoccupied with Hawke's companions, they were both fully aware that the Champion traveled with apostate mages, and Meredith was irritated by their antics.
So now he was trudging through the rain, across the Gallows courtyard towards his home.
Oh Hayden He thought as he walked through the rain, what would you think of me now?
She was a Warden now, had saved Ferelden. He had learned of her victory in Amaranthine and was reli
Blood and Lust: LoveBlood and Lust: Love4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Limbs snap and skulls crumble under her magic, Elske is completely lost to the blood.
It sings to her, a sticky sweet song promising salvation from pain, a siren's wail that is irresistible to the blood mage.
Wrapped in a hazy fog of dark energy and dancing in puddles of crimson liquid Elske moves gracefully through battle, receiving almost no wounds as her enemies don't get a chance to strike
She watches in delight as a bandit begins to shake and spasm, Elske's hand slowly forming into a fist as his rib cage shatters and his blood boils, bright red foam bubbles from his lips and she makes sure he dies screaming in agony.
Anders can't stop watching her. So savage, primal, animalistic and totally abhorrent his lover is death personified, a demon in human form, but beautiful horrifyingly beautiful and he can't look away.
The last foe lies dead, his corpse twisted and mangled beyond recognition Merrill leaves the group and Anders soon hears the sound of her stomach em
What is Justice? chp.28What is Justice? chp.284 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 28: A jaded new life.
A deep sigh escaped Anders as he closed his book in which he wrote most of his manifesto. The mage slumped into his chair and looked about his clinic; there were a few people sleeping in the beds. Three years had come and gone, it almost felt he had dreamed them. Thera had never really recovered from Bethany; her mother blamed her for taking her despite her protests; which led to Thera heavily abusing her lyrium addiction and alcohol. He and her had a somewhat of a falling out months ago when he tried to get her back down to, at least, a more manageable intake of lyrium and alcohol; it eventually turned into a big fight in front of everyone and she told him then and there to get lost, that she wanted nothing to do with him.
Anders would never tell anyone how much that crushed him. He and her were doing well, he was getting better at telling her things about his past; he was even almost to the point of telling her about things that
Blood and Thunder: RegretsBlood and Thunder: Regrets4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The air seemed to freeze around them as they moved, Maeve pulling her cloak tighter around her as she watched her breath escape her mouth in the faintest of wisps.
They had traveled for days, never stopping for long. The couple had lingered far longer than they should have at the last village and so the templars had caught their scent.
Onward they had run, even in Maeve's condition she ran ran until she was breathless and her ribs screamed their agony, her lungs begging for mercy. She knew it was probably unhealthy for her, but she had kept going Anders had had to force her to slow down once the sun had begun to set.
They would not get him, she'd die first.
Pain erupted low in her belly, causing the warrior to cry out as she stumbled.
"Maeve!" Anders was at her side in an instant, his hands rubbing her back as he helped her move towards a grove of trees. They were in a small clearing, though Maeve didn't know where. She had stopped caring which direction they were heading in,
Blood and Lust: ApologyBlood and Lust: Apology4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I don't want to do this."
"Oh come on love, it's just two little words "
Anders pushes her, Elske digging her heels into the muddy street as the abomination drags her towards the Alienage.
She grimaces as his hands grip her, shoving her forward, past all the annoying elves with their 'pity me' expressions. They lack the strength to fight back against their human oppressors and it makes Elske sick. One reason out of a thousand others why she barely ever sets foot in this section of Kirkwall
Elske feels ice encase her heart, feels the tingle go down her spine as she nears Merrill's door. She does not regret what was done she feels no remorse, she is not sorry.
So why are you here?
If her inner voice were an actual person she'd have strangled it long ago
"I'm not doing this." She growls, becoming an immovable pillar of black fabric as her robes swirl about in the wind.
Anders stops, turning back to her, "You heard Isabela Merrill is sick because o
Healing AndersDisclaimer: Anders does not belong to me, he belongs to Bioware.Healing Anders4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The unthinkable happened: Anders was sick.
Well, it wasn't entirely unthinkable, really. He did have a habit of skipping meals because he was too absorbed in the patients in his clinic or helping out with the mage underground. This was exactly why Hawke spent most of her free time helping out around the clinic. When she wasn't being his assistant, she was sitting in a chair off to the side with her knitting. It was her duty as his friend to look out for him since he seemed to be allergic to looking out for himself.
Hawke's eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip jutted out pitifully at the use of the word. Friend. Pffft. It bothered her greatly. She understood why he didn't want to pursue anything, but it still got to her. These feelings that swirled beneath the surface... that kept her eyes on him at all times... They consumed her. The more she fought it, the worse that it got. And since she had never experien
Blood and Thunder: MotA ch.1Blood and Thunder: MotA ch.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
The throbbing had begun in her shoulders, impatient and in desperate need of soft pillows or a certain mage's soothing touch. It had then crept up her neck, tingling needle like sensations that pierced her brain with a promise of getting worse should it be ignored. If only Maeve had listened
Now she found herself leaning heavily against a stone column in the middle of the Hightown market after dark, crippling pain flaring across her skull punctuated with sharp stabs of white hot agony whenever she moved.
Closing her eyes she cringed, the smallest of whimpers escaping her lips.
Suddenly, warmth seeped into her skull, falling in a cascade of soothing sensations down her neck and spreading across her shoulders. The pain was gone
Sapphire eyes opened to find warm amber orbs staring back, a soft smile on her lover's face as his fingers massaged her temples.
"Thank you." She breathed, the emotion in her voice conveying more than her words. It was an old habit from living with her
Anders, The mage.Anders, The mage.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hawke sat on her bed, her eyes to the floor of her room. It had only been a year since she lost Bethany in the deep roads, her last action played through her head a million times. "I had to do it," she talked to herself trying to believe it was the right thing. "The wardens were to far, I had to put her out of her misery, she asked me to " A sudden knock was heard on the bedroom door, "M'lady Anders is here, would you like me to make some tea and send him to the library?" Bodahn spoke quietly.
She laughed quietly, "That would be wonderful, I'll be down in a few minutes." Wiping her eyes she stood and started fixing her clothes to look decent, She liked Anders, he was very sweet and always made her smile. Quickly fixing her hair she opened the door, walking down the stairs she saw a shadow in the crack of the library doorway. Hawke pushed the door open and smiled, Anders was leaning on the wall looking at a few books. He obviously wasn't aware she had entered, he must r
Blood and Lust: TalkBlood and Lust: Talk4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You are wounded."
"I guess you could say that."
Bony fingers comb through brunette locks, "Why keep it locked inside? Why not let it out?"
"I'm not strong enough."
The fingers catch and tangle, "Not true."
"Hey! That hurts!"
"You are weak; frail you don't have to be."
"Well you try lying on the bathroom floor, knowing that no one can help you. You're all alone; you don't even have anyone to really talk to. No one you know understands."
"Who do you think you're talking to?"
A soft sigh escapes, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."
"Forget it, I already have."
The fingers begin to comb again, no real rhythm to the action, but it is soothing all the same.
"Talk about it."
"I don't want to."
"Talk." The fingers snarl and twist, yanking the long strands.
Her yelp is loud, "Alright!"
She sees faces in her mind, female and male his face keeps coming back, no matter how hard she tries to forget.
Hatred boils beneath pale flesh, curling her stomach until she can't sit straight. Gh
Blood and Thunder: DefeatedBlood and Thunder: Defeated4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was tempting so very tempting. Just a few inches of space separated her from the flames; she wanted to fall into them. Just curl up in the warmth of the fireplace and sleep sleep forever.
She examined the scars crisscrossing her flesh, raised ridges of her past that would never fade. Signs of strength and weakness, tales of fortitude that showed the world this woman didn't die easy.
Clad in nothing but thin leggings and her breast band, Maeve stared into the glowing embers, wondering why she was still here. Why was she getting up in the morning? There was no point
Every enemy she destroyed had another take its place, every move to stand ended in her getting knocked down again. Every attempt to regain the warmth she once found in his arms found her curled in bed and frozen with want.
"Forgive me Maker, but I am lost and do not know where to go " It was a phrase her father had once said when they were running from Templars. It had been a weak moment when he though
Blood and Lust: EndBlood and Lust: End4 years ago in Romance More Like This
AN: To those who have already read this story, look over it again...I have added onto it. The new material is in italics. For the readers of mine who love Elske as much as I do, I hope you enjoy the ending I've given for my little girl, I think she deserves it don't you?
Anger boiling, raging, seething anger itches under his skin. How could she? How dare she?!
Elske Hawke stands, amidst the broken bodies of templar and mage, of those who dared defy her the blood drips from her sleeves, from her slit wrists. Plink, plink, plink
She sees him slouched over his knees atop a crate, waiting waiting for her. His anger is obvious, amber eyes narrowed in a glare the likes of which he's never directed at her before. She can't care less
"I will leave your friend's fate in your hands Champion. We will meet at the Gallows when you are done."
Meredith leaves, her knights following in carefully controlled lines. Organized to perfection, and filled to the brim
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
Blood and Thunder: MourningBlood and Thunder: Mourning4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Maeve moved through the snow, the ice shavings finding their way into her boots. She cringed as it slid down her calves, freezing her feet.
This visit had been put off long enough she should have come ages ago.
It was fear that stopped her. She'd done to Leandra what she'd done to Malcolm locked the grief up tight and shoved it away to be forgotten. Distant echoes of pain in her mind.
She was now finding out how unhealthy that was.
Her gloved hands reached down, pulling up a handful of snow. The warrior woman began forming a perfect snowball as she walked. The cold welcome on her hot skin, water dripping into her sleeve as she lifted the snow ball to her lips.
She tasted the snow, her teeth chewing on ice with a comforting crunch. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she debated making a snow angel like she used to when she was little.
No no this was not a place for snow angels this was a place to grieve. She let the snowball fall to the ground.
The stone slabs were h
Blood and Lust: AddictedBlood and Lust: Addicted4 years ago in Romance More Like This
AN: The writer suggests listening to Florence+The Machine's 'Addicted to Love' while reading
Damn him to the deepest pit of the Void.
She hates this, hates him for making her feel this way
She can't sleep, can't eat
Finally succumbing to it she makes haste to Darktown.
Her cold, emotionally numb eyes ignore the poverty as she moves through the dark underground of Kirkwall. The Coterie shrink away from her, the Carta flinch as she catches their eye. No gang will mess with her they learned that lesson the hard way.
Pushing open the heavy doors she storms into the clinic. There are no patients, though she wouldn't care if there were. She needs it, can't exist without it, it's a permanent and annoying itch that has latched onto her soul and refuses to let go.
It cannot be ignored, cannot be denied and as her eyes catch those of the abomination, Elske knows she's gonna have to face it
she's addicted to love.
His amber eyes widen as she grips his collar, je
TPFAJM - Chapter 1: CaptureTPFAJM - Chapter 1: Capture4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Game: Dragon Age
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and it's characters belong to Bioware.
"What's your name boy?"
His mother moves to answer, but something snaps in him and he gets in first. "Anders," he says. One of the Templars sniggers, and he hears his mother protesting, but it's too late for any of that. It was too late the moment the first fingers of flame started in the straw of the barn. The name is accurate enough. His mother calls him pet names, like "sweetheart" or "darling", and he groans and tells her he has a proper name while inside he feels special and loved. His father more often than not "boy." His given name has never had much meaning for him, and it's easy to give the name the boys in the village use for him.
The boy he used to be, the one who had a mother and a father and a home that wasn't populated by tinsuited monsters, that boy isn't him any more.
"All right then, my little Anders," the Templar says. "Let's b
Blood and Thunder TeaserBlood and Thunder Teaser4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well she had THOUGHT breakfast was a good idea
Usually warm hands, now cooled by magic, brushed the hair from her face as she finished heaving offering her a skin of water. Amber eyes filled with concern locked onto her sapphire ones as she washed her mouth out and she soon found herself pulled into a feathery embrace.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?"
Maeve's hands rested over her belly, "Needed to be sure "
Anders made a concerned noise in the back of his throat, "I would have been able to tell I haven't checked because I thought the taint made it impossible."
Maeve groaned as the next wave of nausea washed over her, leaning heavily against her lover, "Well clearly it is "
She felt Anders' lips travel up her neck, then along her jaw before capturing hers in a tender kiss, "Is it alright for me to be happy at this news? Or will that get me a slap to the face "
Maeve smiled against his lips, nipping at his chin before nuzzling his neck, "I a
Cut The Rose 1Cut The Rose 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders stared around the ruins of his clinic. He could have wept, except he suspected that if he started, he would never be able to stop.
He pushed through the slashed remains of the curtain that closed off his small room from the rest of the clinic. They'd destroyed this room too; his small cot was overturned, the bedding slashed and ruined. His pack had been upended, the contents strewn around the room. Smashed vials and potion bottles were scattered over the dirt floor, the contents seeping into his spare robe. Ripped pages from the shredded remains of his books lay here and there like dry leaves over the ruin of his meagre belongings. He fell to his knees, staring at the mess hopelessly. After a while he started to pick over the remains.
A few potions had escaped the destruction, as had some packets of herbs and bandages. He laid them carefully to one side as he pushed aside the smashed remains of his bed and tugged at the hidden panel behind, breathing a sigh of relief to find his