My PrinceTitle: My Prince
Game: Dragon Age
Disclaimer: I do not own this world or the characters.
In the late evening, deep in the walls of Denirum's palace, King Alistair sat, brushing a frustrated hand through his short blonde hair, then pulling it down his face, past his sky blue eyes to the prickling hairs on his chin. "It's days like this that I really don't want to be king," he mumbled to himself like a child pouting.
"Your Majesty, are you sure you should say that?" said his evening guard, Peter from Redcliff.
Alistair glanced over at Peter with a grimace. "You have perfect hearing, as always."
"I have to, ser," Peter proclaimed proudly, and looked like he was about to continue when Alistair interrupted.
"I know. 'I need good hearing to sense if anyone has come to assassinate you.'," Alistair repeated as if he had heard it multiple times. He sighed heavily. "Why don't you go get me some wine or something. If I'm going to go out of m
SorryI'm sorry I'm a mess.Sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment.
I'm sorry that I don't get your "jokes".
I'm sorry they sound more like insults.
I'm sorry that my grades aren't perfect.
I'm sorry you don't help me.
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry you taught me I couldn't be.
I'm sorry your house isn't clean.
I'm sorry you didn't tell me to clean it.
I'm sorry that I act to strong.
I'm sorry I learned to survive.
I'm sorry that I don't share with you more.
I'm sorry that you are ignoring me.
I'm sorry I don't know what I'm apologizing for.
TearsTearsTears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
† † † †Drip
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† † † † † † † † † † † † †My
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † Face
† † † † †One
† † † † † † † † †Like
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † A
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † Bullet
† † † † †One
† † † † † † † † † †Pierces
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † My
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †Heart
† † † † Take
† † † † † † † †This
† † † † † † † † † † † Cruel
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † Life
Just A Stranger By the SeaI'm already so far goneJust A Stranger By the Sea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So don't let go
Because if you don't have a hold on me
I will hit that lowest of lows
You step first
Because I can't lead
My heart's ready to burst
And I can hardly see
I was on the edge
Fully prepared to jump
A gust of wind could've been my downfall
I could've been ended with the slightest bump
My wrists, slashed and bloodied and torn
Is what you got a firm hold on
My spirit lost and broken and forlorn
Is what you vowed to never give up on
On that bridge I would have died
Just a stranger by the sea
Not aware of all you've done
You took my hand and saved me
Not ForgottenNight was falling over the Brecilian Forest and the Dalish camp was settling in to greet the darkness. There was something about the forest that Cadhla loved. It was second only to the coast where the salty wind whipped off the waves and twirled around her like the dancers she had seen in the Denerim market on festival days. Her preference for the coast was only a bias because it reminded her of home.Not Forgotten4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dress she had been loaned flared around her as the breeze caught the hem and spun it out as if it had read her thoughts and wanted to show her wind was not just for the sea. She smoothed the linen down and frowned; she felt naked in this after spending so much time in her armor. The dress was the only one the Dalish clan had been able to find that would fit her. The skirt only fell to her calves, but at least it fit through the chest and with it she was able to mend and wash the rest of her clothes.
Looking back towards the camp the soft glow of the main fire and several lanterns glim
HarderKiss meHarder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rid me of every scar
Suck the night-old whiskey away from all my black and blue
Touch me until I don't feel worthless
All these broken ribs
The fluttering lids of both black eyes
Pray away every awful thing I've done
And lick the salt away from broken skin
The exit wounds of bullets
The little lines of knife bites
Just love me until I'm mad
And kiss me until I'm whole again
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Alistair stood speechless.
And the harps began to play their tunes.
All eyes turned to the entrance as the queen entered - clad in a cherubic white gown, adorned with pearls that glinted in the soft light within the chantry. Her silken black hair was prominent beneath the soft tissue veil that draped over her face. As she walked, flowers in arm and accompanied by her brother, the veil and her flowing gown trailed behind gently. The crystalline tiara nestled in her hair sparkled with each step, second only to her own beauty. Alistair watched silently as she coyly returned the bows she received along the aisle, giving only furtive glances at him and quickly facing away, blushing. Smiling.
Maker, that's an angel...
Alistair's heart was beating out of control - the pulse in his ears almost drowning the tunes of harps behind him. At that moment, Anja appeared at the base of the podium. Both locked eyes, as if meeting again for the first time.
She suddenly lowered her head, her lips c
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Oh Alistair, why do I have to return to warden business? I wanted to stay in court with you… Rule as your queen. Ah, what's the use? We knew this would happen. That one of us would have to return to their duties, and of course the King couldn't do it… Yet the Queen could? I guess they just called me Warden Commander now… I yearn to hear the words, 'Hail, your highness, Queen of Ferelden.' Even as a Cousland, I would never had dared to dream of being Queen. Now that I am, what do I do? Being their hero as well as their queen made it even more awkward.
Ah… time to return to my duties… maybe I could get Alistair down here for awhile. Could make it some official warden business. 'wink wink' Haha, it's a wonder that the Queen herself can't see the King unless the darkspawn are attacking!
'sigh' What can a Warden Commander do, ay?
As I wake up, I express my tiredness of staying
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tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarusó
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
of songbird sin.
You are not just in my head now,
you are dancing in the lingering stars
of my night-witch frame
& setting me on fire.
You're not bruised enough
to write poetry.
Allow these bones to tell your story, Love.
All These YearsWhen I awoke in a cold sweat rightAll These Years2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the stroke of midnight
For five years straight
I would sit up in bed and shiver
Wide-eyed and naive
Because I was scared the boogeyman would get me
I stopped getting the nightmares
But I still woke up at 12
Simply because it was routine
To hear the chime,
Glance at the blue glow of the new digital clock,
And shiver before
Making sure my hands and feet were tucked in safely
When I was older I learned some things
12 isn't an evil time, 3 is
The boogeyman didn't ever hide under my bed
No boo-ghosts would have grabbed at my wrists
And dragged me out of the house like I thought
I wish that they had.
I also learned the Why's
3 is when you wake up in tears
Over-thinking and numb with too much pain
To even comprehend
The boogeyman had always resided in my head
He was just less violent for a while
I am the only one to grab at my wrists
And when I do, it's to steady the shaking
So I don't go too deep
Or so that I can maybe stop the blood
From dirtying the fl