Revelations 1Revelations 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders frowned at the page in front of him. Scanning through the words, he couldn't find a single phrase that seemed familiar. It was his hand-writing, though the letters were formed perhaps a bit more forcefully than he preferred to use, but he didn't remember writing it.
"Justice?" he asked quietly, but the spirit was silent. He wondered when the spirit had decided to take over the manifesto-writing like this. He'd come across a few pages lately that had appeared slipped in between those detailing his own arguments, and he wondered if perhaps Justice had been taking advantage of his exhaustion after far too many late nights to express his opinions a little more... directly. Anders felt a disquietening uneasiness as he stared at the words written in his own hand that he knew had never come from his own mind.
He stared over at the candle; there was a good two hours' worth of wax burned out that he didn't remember. He blinked. That was one hell of a memory gap. It must be well af
Folly: Part OneFolly: Part One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was a knocking at the door.
Cullen groaned and considered burying his face in his pillow so that the noise would be blocked out. He had no idea what time it was, but he knew that it was still dark and he had been deeply asleep only a few moments ago; for a moment he wondered whether it was simply a misunderstanding, whether it was just a noise in the corridor outside his quarters and no one was trying to drag him cruelly from his bed in the middle of the night. But the clinging tendrils of sleep were brushed away when the knocking came again, more persistent, and he came to his senses. No one would be interrupting him at this hour unless something was truly amiss.
He wrenched himself upright, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he crossed the small room towards the door; he made it safely from his sleeping quarters and into his office without incident, but then hit his hip against the edge of his desk in the dark. He winced and limped the rest of the way
CoverCover4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Credit to Terry Pratchett for the two songs in this short.
"I think she's had enough," Anders tries to hold Isabela back from the bar, but the pirate swats his hand away.
"Bugger off, Justice. She's had a rough week, a couple of drinks won't kill her. We're celebrating here."
Anders doesn't mention that he thinks there isn't much to celebrate. That word has finally reached them of Carver surviving the Joining makes guilt and relief wash through him in equal measure. At least the boy isn't a mage - they're not going to slap a Templar guard on him.
"You should have another too," Isabela says then. He sighs. "Gah, Anders, it's your body not his. Overrule him."
"It's our body now Isabela."
"You always did like threesomes."
"Please. You're hurting my ears."
"You're no fun any more," she shoves some drinks into his hands and pushes him back towards the table, where Saoirse and Varric seem to be singing a song while Merrill looks on i
Consequences 4Consequences 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke glared at Fenris, who raised an eyebrow coolly.
Still pinned by the elf's hands, Anders slowly opened his eyes as the silence stretched for minutes; confused, he followed Fenris' gaze to the figure of Hawke who glowered from the doorway.
"Hawke," he breathed.
"Unhand him, Fenris." Hawke's voice was cold and commanding.
Fenris turned his gaze back to Anders. He slipped his hand gently out of the silky blond hair and cupped Anders' cheek tenderly, rubbing a lyrium-marked thumb over the mage's lips. His brands briefly flared into silvery light and Anders closed his eyes and moaned softly as he felt the searing touch spark a responding flare of magic within him, every vein aflame with its quicksilver kiss, a wave of dizziness flowing through him before the light and the feeling faded. Fenris released his hands and his arms fell limply to his sides as he slid down the wall with a groan. He was only vaguely aware of the elf's departing footsteps; he was oblivious to the parting glares
Hangover - RoyAiColonel Roy mustang lay there in bed, groaning and complaining. It was already 10 a.m. an hour past his clock in time over at head quarters. He stirred for a while and tried to massage his pounding head. He needed aspirin, and he needed it fast. He rolled over to his stomach and buried his head under the pillow and groaned.Hangover - RoyAi5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate hangovers " He complained a little more before he actually decided to actually do something about it. He lay on his back and tried to sit up. But his body just wasn't cooperating. He slammed his head down on the pillow, which was not a good idea. His head pounded and throbbed even more.
He took the pillow from under his head and pulled it over his face, put pressure on it, hoping it would help but did nothing.
"Where's Riza when you need her?" He groaned. "Wait " He slowly pulled the pillow off his face and rested it on his chest. "That's it; it's her day off today." A smug and evil smile slowly crept up his lips. "Perfect."
He rolled, making him l
Folly: Part TwoFolly: Part Two4 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were silent for a very, very long time. Neither of them dared to move, for fear that the Templar at the door would hear them and come bursting in to defend her- only to find his Captain alone in the room with her, both of them clad only in their nightclothes.
Eventually, Bethany broke his gaze, her chin trembling as she let out a soft sound that could have been the beginning of tears. It wrenched at his heart.
"Don't cry, Beth," he said, clambering around the edge of the bed in the small room. When he tried to put his arms around her, she skittered backwards, pressing herself against the wall and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands.
"No, we shouldn't I mean " She turned into the wall with a soft cry of distress. "Bad enough that we could be caught together at any moment, but I can't "
He hesitated for a moment. "Beth?" he said softly.
He saw a shudder run though her. "We agreed to stay away from each other," she whispered. She sounded agoni
Consequences 7Consequences 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was setting as there came a pounding at the door. Hawke burst into the foyer of the ruined house, yelling for Fenris, the others following at his heels.
"Up here, Hawke," Fenris called, not taking his eyes from Anders' face. The mage was sleeping peacefully; Fenris had sat unmoving by his side, holding the mage's hand and watching him as he slept, stirring only when Lirene had returned with the healer. He had moved aside for the mage to tend to Anders, then returned to his silent vigil once they were alone again.
Hawke took the stairs two at a time and flung himself into the room, pausing only for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim dying light from the dusty windows.
"Is he..." he breathed, unable to finish.
"Merely sleeping," replied Fenris, not looking round. Hawke crossed the room in hasty strides and sank down upon the bed on the opposite side to the elf, reaching for Anders' other hand. "Lirene's message said he was safe," he said quietly. "What happened?"
Broken Souls: Chapter 54Broken Souls: Chapter 544 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Fifty Four
But that was probably to be expected, seeing as he had tried to fight half of Kirkwall last night in an abandoned sewer. He really should consider a trade; or what was it that the nobles around here did? Investing, that's it. He should learn how to weave, or make pottery or invest in an expedition that wasn't likely to try and get him killed. None of those seemed like vastly painful options, and after last night he was quite willing to up and become a seamstress if anyone would take him. No more riding in to save the day, unless all he had to do to save the day was rescue a lost puppy.
Although knowing his luck, the puppy would be at the very back of a high dragon lair, being held captive by darkspawn.
Garrett groaned and rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the sunlight. Who in the name of Andraste's flaming knickers would be cruel enough to break into his bedroom just to pull the curtains open? Some sick and perver
Unschooled Hands 5Unschooled Hands 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something heavy was pinning him down. He tried to roll over, but the weight upon his legs held him firmly. He ached all over from myriad bruises, and his right arm and side of his face stung as though scorched. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the darkness. His eyelashes were caked with dust. He lifted a hand and tugged his gauntlet off with his teeth then wiped his eyes. He concentrated a little, and his lyrium markings slowly flared into life, bathing the area with their soft silvery white glow. He glanced around.
Anders was sprawled beneath him, unconscious. Blood was matting his blond hair and had trickled down the side of his face, and fresh blood was staining his bandages. Fenris pressed two fingers against the side of Anders' throat and relaxed a little when he felt the pulse, steady and slow. At least he wasn't dead. Fenris rested back upon his elbow and considered their situation.
As the ball of flame had exploded in the tunnel, the back-blast had washed back towards the
Sign of the Maker 12 - FINALESign of the Maker 12 - FINALE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So it had come to this. All of the tears, patience, words and hopes. It had all come down to a few brief moments in time that would change the world.
A judder of the earth beneath them.
A red beam of light, piercing the heavens and parting the swirling clouds.
A silence; one that hung heavy and thick like foam atop the peak of a wave just before the crash.
A resounding explosion that would haunt those within earshot of it for the rest of their days.
And an awful, awful silence.
It was broken by a breathy exclamation from Meredith, but Sebastian's ears didn't, wouldn't, hear her. They didn't care what she had to say. They didn't care what anyone had to say any more.
The tanned arms that circled his chest from behind had been the only things stopping him from hurtling towards the eery red flames and into the jaws of oblivion as the ground had shaken. He would gladly go there if it meant he could bring Elthina back from it.
"And just how is you running in there going to help an
Unschooled Hands 7Unschooled Hands 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first seizure struck at some point in the early hours of the morning.
Fenris had been forced to concede defeat and acknowledge his own weariness and fatigue; backtracking a little, he'd investigated a small side passage that had led into a small cave little more than a pocket in the rock really, just large enough for the two men to stretch out in overly-intimate proximity. He'd pulled out a blanket from the backpack a soft, worn, grey thing, with a small griffon woven into one corner; a memento from the mage's time in the Grey Wardens, no doubt and setting the backpack behind his shoulders as a pillow, he'd settled the unconscious mage against his side, Anders' head resting over the elf's heart and with the blanket drawn up over them both. He kept his sword by his side in case anything should come upon them in the darkness, but all seemed quiet. Despite his weariness, sleep seemed slow in coming, and Fenris was uncertain how long he had lain there, staring into
Unschooled Hands 2Unschooled Hands 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke slowly wiped the ichor from his blade and frowned.
"Everyone all right?" he called out, casting his eyes over the rest of the party. Merrill was leaning over Isabela who had a nasty looking gash that ran down the back of her arm from the shoulder then spiralled around to her forearm and ended at her wrist just above the base of her thumb. Hawke winced inwardly at the sight; it was something that Anders could tackle and never even leave a scar, but he was less confident of Merrill's capabilities with healing magic. Varric was rooting around in his backpack for a healing potion and some bandages.
They had been caught unawares; one moment they'd been busy dividing up the loot, setting a few interesting trinkets to one side for Anders, and sharing out the gold with Hawke pouching up Anders' and Fenris' shares. Then suddenly without warning darkspawn had started erupting into the large cavern; there'd been too many to see which of the several smaller passageways they'd emerged from. T
Unschooled Hands 1Unschooled Hands 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared around the large cavern with a pleased expression as he wiped the blood from his blade. He glanced around at the rest of his companions as they moved around the cavern. Merrill was turning over bodies with Isabela, the pair of them crowing as they looted various "shinies"; Fenris stood to one side, glowering with distaste as he watched them. He was lounging near the passageway Anders had darted down a few minutes ago, claiming he'd "felt" something. He probably ought to go check everything was alright with the mage.
"Hawke! Come and take a look at this!" called Varric. Hawke glanced over at the dwarf, who was staring intently into a small chest. As Hawke wavered, Varric added, "This looks kinda important, wouldn't you say? Not to mention expensive."
Curiosity piqued, Hawke crossed the cavern towards Varric even as Isabela straightened, the pirate's ears practically pricking up at the word "expensive". "Fenris, go check on Anders," Hawke called back over his shoulder
Consequences 15Consequences 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders was uncharacteristically quiet afterwards. Fenris had slipped gently out of the mage once their hearts had stopped racing and his breath had slowed from ragged pants. He reached for the ragged remains of Anders' shirt and wiped them both down carefully. Anders had lain back, head resting in the crook of the elf's arm, merely watching as he lay still, enervated and silent.
After a while, Fenris touched two fingers to Anders' chin, tilting his head up and around to face him.
"What are you thinking?" he asked quietly, his voice a soft rumble. Anders shook his head, gaze distant. "Do you regret this? Us?"
"No," he said quietly. "I just...." He shrugged, a hand stealing up to brush an errant lock of hair out of his eyes before absently brushing the stubble at the corner of his mouth with a thumb.
"Did I hurt you?" asked Fenris, concerned. Anders glanced up at him and gave a brief, reassuring smile.
"No, you were... gentle with me. I needed that. I needed...." Abruptly he turned his f
Consequences 9Consequences 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fenris strode back into the room, heading straight for the battered chairs near the fireplace, noting that Hawke had lit several candles around the room whilst he was gone. Fenris was carrying two bottles by the necks in each hand, with a couple more tucked into the crook of each arm for good measure. He paused by one of the chairs then started an odd balancing act as he transferred the bottles to the low table, attempting not to drop any.
Hawke rose from where he'd stretched himself beside Anders on the bed; all that could be seen of the mage was a tousled mop of blond hair sticking out above the edge of the grey blanket. Faint snores could be heard, muffled by the wool.
"Sure you've got enough there?" asked Hawke, eyeing the bottles as he strode over to the fireplace. "Or were you expecting company?"
"I dislike making repeat trips," answered the elf, leaning against the mantelpiece as he took a glance at the label on the front of the bottle.
"A decent vintage?" asked Hawke.
Unschooled Hands 9Unschooled Hands 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't sure how long he lay there on the grass beneath the shady oak tree, Anders still tied to his back, but eventually he stirred and began to fumble with the knots. His hands were clumsy, nails torn and fingers bleeding, but he patiently persisted until finally he had worked the knots loose and the mage rolled over onto his back, free of the elf.
Fenris sat up and took stock of the situation. They had escaped the maze of narrow tunnels but now he was uncertain as to where they were in relation to the main cavern where they had left the rest of the party. He guessed they were perhaps some way west of the cave entrance, but he wasn't sure just how far.
He turned his attention to Anders, ignoring his own discomforts. The mage had not stirred once, and up here in the daylight he looked ghastly. His face was grey and drawn, dark purplish shadows beneath the sunken eyes, the skin waxy. Stains of blood still clung to his hair, and a small thin rivulet of fresh blood was trickling slowly
Unschooled Hands 4Unschooled Hands 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Watch your step," remarked the elf neutrally. The mage didn't answer; Fenris withstood the temptation to glance back over his shoulder. He had no doubt that Anders' eyes were glaring balefully at his armoured back. If looks could kill... A small smirk caused the corners of his lips to quirk upwards. At least whilst the mage was engaged in fierce hatred of the elf, his mind was no longer wholly upon his wound or the pursuing darkspawn. And it had a handy side effect of shutting him up.
As the tunnel descended lower, it began to narrow and the ceiling grew lower. The passageway was lit only by some strange moss that grew at the base of the stone walls and occasionally in patches stretching up across the walls themselves; it cast everything in a sickly green glow. Fenris glanced back as Anders' footsteps behind him faltered; the mage's face looked ghastly in the eerie half-light, like one moving through a nightmare.
Fenris opened his mouth to speak, but Anders held up a hand t
Element Entry - EarthElement Entry - Earth4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Earth lays its foundations in water and fire, the wind blowing above; the tethered element. Most magicians split this element into two from its traits: its vast surface, comprised of its varying textures and forms, and the nature that grows from it. This simplifies this already simple element, as it further separates the choices for a magician into offensive magic to defensive respectively which an Earth Elemental would find easy to find balance and security in. The solid earth is unmovable, a hammer to enemies as well as a shield to protect oneself be it rock and dust, or soil and sand. Nature, on the other hand, directs its attention more on the well-being of others, as herbs and spices (both immensely important culturally as well as physically) could soothe injuries as well as undo poison, illness, and other afflictions. Sometimes, a magician can even entice nature to leave its earthy bed to aid them in battle, especially if it was done with musical tune. This said, nature and th
Element Entry - DarknessElement Entry - Darkness4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The element that everyone fears above all else, darkness casts a shadow on those with a weak will. Magicians who control this element are usually shunned or feared (but not without good cause, for Demons thrive in this element), but any who can look into the darkness in oneself without being corrupted is one with a heart made pure with courage and complete honesty, for as it was always said, the worse sinner is one averts one's eyes to one's own darkness. It still would be subject to dread, as many of the skills a magician gains from this element are harmful. Darkness can become a veil to hide and protect the caster, but also a terrible weapon that attacks the senses, bodily and otherwise. Some witches and warlocks can even siphon health and magic from living things to replenish oneself, and call dragons and other monsters to one's beck and call. Powerful against the physical elements it corrupts, darkness is nonetheless quelled and calmed in the presence of light.
Consequences: EpilogueConsequences: Epilogue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared down at Anders' back. The apostate sat in silent misery, his head bowed. Bodies lay scattered around them, and the rest of the companions stood off to one side but there was silence around Anders. He was very slightly rocking, his eyes staring sightlessly.
Hawke stared down at him, trying to fathom how they had all come to that point. He glanced over to Fenris, whose eyes held the same confusion and bewilderment. Neither of them had ever guessed what Anders had planned. Three years together, and yet they could never have dreamed he would do something this desperate.
Fenris stared at the mage, who seemed oblivious to all around him. He had seen men look like this before; it was all too familiar to one who had been a slave. Anders had given up living and resigned himself to death; he was merely marking time until then. He closed his eyes briefly against a stab of pain. Anders wanted to die. He flexed a hand uselessly, feeling the lyrium flow beneath his skin.
Unschooled Hands 8Unschooled Hands 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even before the silent glow of the false dawn had begun to give way to the first rosy hues of sunrise, Hawke was already up out of his bedroll and strapping himself into his armour. Merrill was still rubbing her eyes blearily as she poked the dull embers of the fire back into life and added a few twigs; Isabela was still snoring faintly beneath her blanket.
Varric stomped up the slight incline from the nearby river with the kettle full of water. Merrill nodded thanks as she hung it on the small iron tripod then continued feeding fresh wood to the fire.
"We don't have time for that," growled Hawke as he wrestled with a strap on his breastplate.
"Now, kiddo, we can spare long enough for a drink to wake us up properly," chided Varric. "You know what the Rivaini's like in the mornings."
"She's bad enough after her morning brew,"observed Merrill. "I wouldn't like to be the one waking her without it."
"Wake me without what?" groused Isabela, rolling over and pushing back her blanket. Merrill
Consequences 11Consequences 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders slept soundly as Fenris finished bandaging his lacerated feet. It seemed the mage was determined to give him much practice at treating his wounds. He wound up the left-over bandages and carefully stored them away again for later use. He paused as his hands brushed something a small pillow made of soft white linen, carefully embroidered with small neat stitches in fading silks in a pattern of flowers he didn't recognise; they were like nothing he had ever seen in the Imperium. He pulled it from the pack and turned it over in his hands; it seemed a somehow incongruous object to find in the mage's backpack. He turned it back over, and plucked a single golden hair from it.
He bent his head and cautiously sniffed it. It smelled of the mage himself herbs and musk, a faint tang of lyrium, and something else. Something that reminded him of fresh, new-mown hay on a summer's day.
He glanced over at the sleeping mage, and leaning over him he carefully slid a hand beneath the
Consequences 3Consequences 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders could only stare at Fenris, stunned into silence. Fenris regarded him expectantly. As long moments passed and still the mage remained silent, the elf's face fell and a look of uncertainty crept over his eyes.
"You are silent," he observed quietly. Anders' mouth worked wordlessly as he grasped for anything to say.
"Why me?" he finally managed. "Is this some kind of joke? Did Varric put you up to this or- no, I bet it was Isabela, wasn't it?"
The elf frowned. "This is no joke," he said, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.
"I'll bloody kill her," muttered Anders, pushing at the elf as he tried to sit up. With a growl, the elf grasped Anders' wrists in a vice-like grip and slammed him back down upon the bed with his hands pinned above his head; the mage yelped in surprise and stared up at the elf as Fenris crouched over him.
"Why must you make this so difficult?" he growled. Anders' brown eyes widened.
"Y-you mean you're serious?" he stammered.
"Why do you find it so hard
Unschooled Hands 3Unschooled Hands 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fenris shifted his grip upon the mage, who hissed softly in pain.
"I cannot fight with you in my arms," the elf said quietly, flicking his eyes up the path ahead then back the way they had come, straining his ears for sounds of pursuit.
"I know," replied Anders testily. "And I'm useless in a fight without my magic."
"Can you stand?"
"I can try," replied the apostate. "Give me my staff."
The elf carefully set the mage down, but kept a supporting arm around his waist as Anders swayed slightly, paling. Fenris shrugged the pack off his shoulder so Anders could retrieve his staff. He leaned heavily upon it, gritting his teeth. He glanced down at the elf's supporting hand.
"Why Fenris, I didn't know you cared," he smirked. The elf whipped his hand away as though the mage's flank had suddenly become red-hot.
"Don't flatter yourself, mage," he hissed, drawing his blade before swinging the pack back up onto his shoulder. He took a step towards the passageway out, then glanced back at the aposta