Bitter Mana: In Her Own Words
You must wonder looking at my companions and me, what is it about me? I am a nobody compared to the rest of the group. A pirate queen, a Dalish elf, an escaped slave, a dwarven storyteller, an apostate possessed by a fade spirit those are only the ones who are with me, the ones you can see. The others don't come to the Hanged Man much. Aveline is busy being a guard, Carver is off hunting mages and Sebastian is praying a lot. But what is it that makes these amazing people follow me, seek out my presence? I honestly don't know why myself.
These individuals are vibrant and bright, making the world more exciting with only their presence. I pale in comparison
These words are not spoken bitterly my friend, I am quite content to fade into the background, to sit and watch my dear comrades enjoy themselves. I love Isabela's laughter, Merrill's innocence, Anders' jokes, Varric's stories I even adore the strength and protection that flows from Fenris as he sits in the co
Bitter Mana: Secret GiftsBitter Mana: Secret Gifts4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The streets of Hightown had been host to many strange pairings though each shopkeeper or stall owner had yet to see anything like the group currently browsing the market.
It consisted of a pirate, a dwarf, a mysterious looking woman, and the main object of all the stares a white haired, tattooed elf with a sword almost as long as he was tall strapped across his back. He followed a few steps behind the others, a grim expression on his face and Maker protect whoever made eye contact with him.
They were shopping Fenris HATED shopping. As they entered yet another shop he suddenly got the urge to reach into his own chest and rip out his heart. ANYTHING to get out of this
"OOOH what do you think of this?" Isabela's voice rang out as she picked up a particularly revealing garment.
"I think you show enough skin for all the women in our merry band of misfits already Izzy." Imoen quietly responded, her cheeks flushing a delicious red as she glanced away from the corset. Fenr
Bitter Mana: In His Own WordsBitter Mana: In His Own Words4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It is a curse this hate inside me. It's like a virus that has latched onto my brain and has now proceeded to grow and tangle itself about the rest of me. Sometimes if I close my eyes, I can feel it spreading under my skin, following the markings I despise with every fiber of my being.
No no I need to stop those thoughts, lest I start glowing. I'm almost as bad as the abomination Maker my skin burns every time I move, breathe it pains me to the point of madness. I do not show it, keep it all inside because I have dealt with the pain all my life it seems, and so I have gotten used to it. I stretch out in my chair by the open window, trying to enjoy the sunlight against my skin. Kirkwall is a lot warmer than Tevinter in many aspects. I close my eyes; maybe the pain is so bothersome because I haven't slept.
To think after all these years I ASKED for the markings no, I COMPETED for them. I wonder if it was worth it. Apparently I did it to free my fami
Bitter Mana: Love RemainsBitter Mana: Love Remains4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
!!!DRAGON AGE 2 SPOILER ALERT!!! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE PLAYED THROUGH THE QUEST 'ALL THAT REMAINS'!
"Mama " There was no answer just the steady echoes of the earlier combat against the stone walls of the hell they were in.
"Mama " She shook her mother then shook her harder.
"Mother you cannot leave me!!!" She screamed. Her mother was the only one left the only one left who understood who cared no matter what magic she possessed.
Strong hands clasped her shoulders, "She's gone Hawke " Aveline's soft voice flowed like ice water through her being.
"No! She is not gone!!!" It was a wail, pitiful and fragile becoming shriller as it reverberated off the walls. Meanwhile her mother's body was growing cold in her arms
"Mother don't leave me alone no one else cares please " She begged the lifeless face, beautiful even with the obvious desecration.
He was there but it was not his arms around her. She wanted more
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Imoen sighed as she sipped her, now cold, tea. It was going to be a long day and she wanted to be lazy. Maker knew she deserved it; after all she'd been through.
Her mind drifted back to the events of several years ago wondering how in the world an apostate like her had managed to accomplish so much. To look through her past, especially from her time in Kirkwall, felt like she was looking at someone else's life entirely.
The mage rebellion was still in full swing, the chantry's powers slowly dwindling until now it felt more like Tevinter than Ferelden. Chantries were burned down or attacked on a regular basis, apostates banding together and causing mayhem. Anders's little stunt had caused Anarchy, chaos flowing across Thedas. In a way she was proud of her friend but then she also wanted to throttle him until his eyes popped out of his head.
A high-pitched, but soft wail pierced through her nostalgia, Imoen's silver eyes snapping open, her form instantly alert.
Bitter Mana: What If?Bitter Mana: What If?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: The writer suggests listening to Adele's song "Set Fire to the Rain" while reading
. . .
He was living in her house it was wonderful, it was painful, it was exquisite, it was torture.
She shambled about like a zombie, mere ghosts of smiles and faint shimmers of happiness. She pined for a man who didn't deserve her, for a lone wolf who didn't know how good he had it.
What Anders would give to see Imoen look at him like she gazed at Fenris he'd give anything.
Sadly, Anders was just the roommate, Imoen offering him a bed simply to protect him from the templars.
He liked to pretend it was for other reasons though
'You are pathetic'
I know, damn it
Imoen's silver eyes regarded him with concern, "Are you alright? You looked like you were in pain "
It had never been so difficult to smile, "I'm fine Hawke, don't worry."
. . .
She was sitting by the fire, a book open in her lap though she wasn't reading. Her silver eyes were unfocused, the woman now b
Bitter Mana: Old+New FriendsBitter Mana: Old+New Friends4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Imoen hated mornings she hated the lack of proper sunlight, the overly cheery people who never seemed to get that not everyone was a morning person, most of all she hated the birds.
They were there flitting about atop the roofs of the lower houses in Old City Slums. Their chirping causing her to cringe and wish that she could fireball the lot of them smile at their charred little corpses damn them.
It was early far too early for her liking but they had a long way to travel. Sundermount was waiting for them
She entered the Hanged Man, where everyone had agreed to meet. She felt lonely missing Fenris who had left before she woke up for reasons he had neglected to tell her.
Isabela, Varric, and Anders were already there Isabela trying in vain to start a card game with the others.
"Maker's breath woman, do you think I'm made of coin?" Anders groaned. Isabela pouted.
"Well I know Varric is so what's your excuse?" She turned her amber eyes t
Odds and Ends: Hot WheelsOdds and Ends: Hot Wheels4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Shepard " Garrus Vakarian was normally a very patient, level headed Turian. This was not the case when it came to the woman standing in front of him. Said woman smiled sweetly up at him, the picture of innocence. Yea he thought innocent my ass. "Where did you get another Mako?" Brina winked at him.
"I know people " She turned around and pulled the driver's door open. As her petite frame slid into the seat and slammed the door in his face, Garrus couldn't help but plead for mercy.
"Shepard for crying out loud could we please not go through this again? I took the destruction of the first one as the only good thing that came out of the Normandy crashing." A muffled laugh could be heard from inside the vehicle. As the window slid down the commander's crimson curls burst forth and he was face to face with a smile he had thought dead to the world.
"Aw, come on Garrus, just one ride! Like old times!" He shook his head at her, noticing the drell assassin comi
Bitter Mana: InterviewBitter Mana: Interview3 years ago in Romance More Like This
F: I do not understand why you accepted the dwarf's request
I: Because I thought it would be fun my love.
F: You didn't even ask me about it.
I: *blushes* Well, I knew you'd say no so yea.
V: Come on Broody, this won't be that bad, I mean *looks through questions* alright, it might be that bad
I: Varric, you aren't helping. *turns to Fenris* Now I think this is a nice idea, and with all the wild tales our friend tells maybe this will set some things straight? Lessen confusion and whatnot.
F: Very well.
I: *kisses Fenris*
V: So can we begin?
I: *grins* Ask away old friend!
V: All right, so these questions were gathered from many sources, some even outside this universe mainly gathered by an associate of mine who helps write your story.
F: Wait there is another working on our story?
V: Yes! Hey, what's that look for elf? I'm a busy man!
F: Whatever just get on with your questions dwarf.
V: Now hold on Broody, you and Luna need to promise to
Of MM: Matchmaker 12Maeve has a beautiful voice, it's rich and sweet, like caramel. When she's on that stage she bewitches the audience, her voice is hypnotizing, intoxicating...If only it stayed that way.Of MM: Matchmaker 123 years ago in Romance More Like This
I cringe as she hits a particularly high pitched note, sounding more and more like a cat in heat as we get ready for the gathering at the Hanged Man.
See Maeve does have a nice voice, but when it's just us and the radio is blaring she forgets that.
We've kicked the boys out, declaring tonight a bit of a girls night though we will be meeting our men at the Hanged Man. I kind of miss the moaning and groaning that would be erupting from the living room because we are running late as usual, but not having them here makes this evening feel more like we're on real dates.
"Maeve, who sings this song?"
"Well why don't you let her sing it?"
She flips me off, but thankfully gives her voice a rest.
She is dressed in skin tight, ripped jeans and a glittering silver top that if she even breathes wrong will e
Weeping FeathersWhat do you do when the man you love is lying to you and you are fully aware of it? Do you play along, pretending everything's fine? Do you confront him? Or do you just dive head first into the deepest depths of misery?Weeping Feathers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
These questions thrashed through Mara Hawke's mind as she glared into the flames of the main room's fire. Bodahn had once again 'forgotten' to clean it and so the white marble was now somewhat blackened with soot Hawke didn't care about that though.
Anders was in the study writing furiously, he never got far these days though. He usually growled in frustration or made sad little sighs before crumpling the page up and throwing it away Mara usually woke to find him passed out at the desk surrounded by a mountain of rejected manifesto writings.
Tonight was no different Anders was in a particularly foul mood for some reason. She had guessed it was about the mage rebellion, some escape attempt had gone wrong, making Anders even more broody than Fenris.
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My lungs are going to explode.
There is no other way to describe it. I need more air but they are incapable of delivering it.
I'm running. Running running running and I cannot stop, they will catch me. My bare feet slip across rain slicked leaves. I am in the forest, water drips from the ebony tendrils plastered to my head, neck, and shoulders. My robes are soaked, weighing me down. I slip off the thick outer layer and shiver, willingly surrendering my body to the cold.
They are after me.
Terror, fear, it is a stench that seeps from my soul to coat the land around me. I am sure they can sense it, they know this smell well, and the howls that pierce the air confirm it.
I am no longer a girl, a mage; I am not considered a person any more.
I am prey, I am the object of desire, and they want me to fall to watch as the mabaris' tear me to pieces.
I stumble over roots and fallen tree branches, my thin hands gripping tree trunks and plant vines. The rough bark scrapes my delicate flesh.
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
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Maeve groaned in her seat.
"Now love, we aren't in Lowtown anymore and it is always nice to make a good first impression you never know when you'll need to call on friends."
"But Mother, these aren't our friends, how many would come to our aid if we were suddenly penniless? How many of these stuffed shirts would even glance our way if we lived in Lowtown?" Maeve glared at the crowd of guests packed into her mansion's ballroom, "They are only being nice to us because we have money."
Maeve was pissed. She was stuck in her mansion, she was wearing makeup, she was stuffed into a tight corset that pushed her breasts almost up to her ears, crushing her ribcage to the point where she thought she might puncture a lung if she moved wrong, and on top of that had spent the last three hours socializing with snobby nobles who thought their biggest problem was finding a decent elf servant to feed kibble to their unbelievably fat lapdogs the party needed to end soon or she was going to kill
Odds and Ends: Bioware RomanceOdds and Ends: Bioware Romance4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shepard smiled into the glass case of the gaming kiosk The Salarian merchant was yammering on about some turian RPG but she had already found the game she was looking for.
"I'll take this one please." The Salarian seemed slightly disappointed, until he saw what she had selected.
"Oh good choice! We just got those in today haven't even played it yet myself!" He had a huge smile on his face as he took her credit chit.
"Thank you" She said before making her way to the docking bay. She had been sure to wear her normal clothes so she was positive he hadn't recognized her. If he had she was sure the merchant would be flipping shit right now especially considering the game she had just purchased. 'Mass Effect 2 hmmm this has TIM written all over it.'
Entering the airlock she paused for the decontamination cycle, shivering slightly as the scanner passed through her body.
"Hey Commander, what do you have there?"
"Well Joker, I doubt you would believe me if I told y
Blood and Thunder: SacrificeBlood and Thunder: Sacrifice4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Anders felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest.
"He went down that way, get him!" Sounds of metal armor clanking together, the clink of chainmail as it moved he'd heard that sound many times. Templars on the hunt
Maker not like this please not like this.
He felt Justice stir, but shoved him away; glowing would make the templars' job even easier.
He lunged into an alcove, flinching out of sight just as the templars rounded the corner.
His thoughts flew out to Maeve, knowing she was sleeping peacefully in their bed he'd left her warm and wrapped in her silk sheets. He wanted to see her one last time, tell her he loved her hold her close while he let fear cripple him.
He knew she'd wrap him in her strong arms, play with his hair as she murmured for him to not be afraid. If he closed his eyes he could almost feel her holding him.
'We will survive this Anders'
No there is just a dead end down this road, the templars block the only way
Blood and Thunder: Deja vuBlood and Thunder: Deja vu4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I am cooking in my armor. Maker, how in the world do the templars do this all the time? I don't think I've ever seen a templar out of his/hers' armor besides while resting in the barracks.
I'm out through my training is complete and I am now able to see my family. My heart should be soaring, but it's not.
What will they think of me?
I know Mother will see me no different, she isn't a mage and neither is Carver so that is a blessing I guess.
But Papa Bethany I am one of the monsters in their eyes, and they'll know I'm watching always watching now. I have to.
Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be a pariah in my own family than have Bethany and Papa sent to the Circle. It would mean Papa's death, I once heard him tell my mother that if he ever got captured the second he was alone he would kill himself, he swore never to return to the Circle and from what he has told me I don't blame him.
Maker the look on his face as they'd dragged me off. Well, not dragged,
Blood and Thunder: Joining SoulsBlood and Thunder: Joining Souls3 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
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She picked up the jar of what most would probably associate with poison but Shepard held a heavy addiction to danger and if the Moonshine happened to be tainted and ended up killing her well she considered that a bonus.
Don't think like that you have to save the galaxy! Don't poison yourself who would take up the banner? Who else can defeat the Reapers?!
Chugging the thick, slightly minty liquid; grimacing at the acrid after taste, she slammed the now half empty jar onto the cold chrome floor. They were leaving Earth finally. Shepard had only landed on that god forsaken piece of rock to get the booze, only trusting the birthplace of her drink of choice to get her the good stuff.
Visiting the Appalachians had been fun if you could call lurking in shadow and sneaking under m
Blood and Thunder: ObsessionBlood and Thunder: Obsession4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Maker he couldn't deal with it, alternating between laughing like a naughty school boy and blushing furiously.
Oh he couldn't polish the staff no no matter how badly he wanted to see it flash in the sunlight. The gold would just have to remain dull.
He wondered what Malcolm Hawke's face must have looked like while he carved the damn thing, was he smirking? Did he carve the breasts out in the open, or save that for when he was alone?
He had wondered for the longest time why Leandra had blushed so furiously whenever Bethany used it, and now that Maeve had given the staff to him he was able to examine it closely. As soon as he had realized Maker
It was too much he could never use it, never. His head shot up.
'What are you planning?'
'Things aren't going to end well are they?'
Oh ye of little faith
Anders examined the figure closely, particularly the face. As he stared at the little wooden woman
Blood and Thunder: MaeveBlood and Thunder: Maeve4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I knew signing up for Ostagar was a bad idea I just knew it. Why'd I do it? Because my idiot brother wouldn't listen the fool.
He wants to be a hero, a bloody knight in a story book, reaping all the glory and fame while he crushes my head under his boot. I'm the eldest you see I get all the attention. Carver doesn't like this he never has, and for the life of me I can't understand WHY!
It's awful being the eldest, and let's not forget that when things go to hell it is almost always on my head. No matter what Bethany scraped her knee 'Why didn't you protect her?!' Carver ruins his clothing because he didn't listen to me about playing in the river 'Why didn't you stop him?!' Aarrgh!! Pain in my ass
So what do you think my mother said when Carver went to sign up? "Maeve, darling be a dear and go with him, make sure he doesn't get killed!" .yes mother whatever you say damn it.
So now here we are, good ole Carver and I running for
Of MM:Matchmaker 7"Come on "Of MM:Matchmaker 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Izzy, no, I've said enough already."
"You can't just leave me like that!"
"Alright, fine! So he's got me on the table, and he starts to-Oh hi Ashlynn!!"
I did not just hear that, I really want to pretend like I did not just overhear that
"Hey girls" Please let it go Izzy, please let it go
"Maeve here was just telling me how sturdy her kitchen table is, how Anders and her performed special tests."
"Yes, uh I actually witnessed the beginning of one of those tests. Now can we please move on so that I can continue erasing that moment from my memory?"
Maeve is laughing as I take my seat across from her. My schedule has been complete chaos for the past several weeks. I'm starving for some girl time
Their eyes take in the sight of the shopping bags in my hands and I leap for the change in topic.
"Lookie what I got!" I sing and they proceed to lunge for the bags like vultures after a fresh kill.
Fenris and I
Follow you Home pt.IFollow you Home pt.I3 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
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Fenris was answered by a series of muffled coughs and wretching noises followed by a string of swear words. He took that as his permission to enter.
The Champion of Kirkwall was bent over the side of her bed, currently heaving the contents of her stomach into the chamber pot below. He winced slightly, but was otherwise unaffected by the graphic display of her illness. He had tended to both Danarius and Hadriana whenever they took sick and was no stranger to seeing the nastier side of disease.
Her hound was curled up beside her, snuffling and huffing in concern before turning its warm gaze on the intruder.
"Get out " Hawke's voice was frail and weak as she fell back against the plush pillows of her bed. The Mabari bared its teeth and growled slightly, Fenris knowing that all he would get from the dog was an intimidating façade. He wouldn't part from his mistress, refusing to leave the bed while she was sick.
"Very intimidating, in fact if you were to narrow
Blood and Thunder: Interview IIBlood and Thunder: Interview II3 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