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A Lesson in Change
Title: A Lesson in Change —————————————————- “Rawr! I’m an Archdemon!” Carver couldn’t help but laugh as three girls scattered before his nephew as the five year-old chased them around the Gallows courtyard with a black cloak bundled around him. From the amused smiles on the faces of those in the courtyard, this was a regular game of the children. Even the two templars in padded armor sparring off to the side paused briefly to smile at their antics. It was so different from when he’d joined. But better. He would definitely say that filling the courtyard with the laughter of children was much better than the cloud of dread that had once hung over it. Since he was waiting for Marin and Angus to arrive for their return conversation with the Commander, Carver leaned against a pillar and watched the children. To his surprise, one of the girls picked up something from the cobblestones and he saw that it was a child-sized waster. She brandished it and shouted in a childish treble, “I’m the Hero of Ferelden! Archdemons don’t scare me!” Mathis raised both arms at that, tiny hands twisted into claws, and made growling noises as his cloak billowed around him from the motion. The girl grinned and batted the sword at him and a smile twitched at the corner of Carver’s mouth as he watched the pair ‘battle’. A few moments later she stabbed the boy in the chest and he squawked before crying, “No! I am dead!” and collapsing in a heap. #fanfiction #dragon age ii #rawr - i'm an archdemon - woe the warden slays me #templars do stupid things when away from a changing kirkwall
Coming Home
Title: Coming Home ———————————————- Carver was fairly sure that the person he was twelve years ago wouldn’t have looked fondly on the City of Chains as it loomed in the distance. It was as menacing from within the Free Marches as it had been from the Waking Sea yet it was… After seven years it was home. More home than any place had ever been for a Hawke. “Ser?” questioned one of the initiates who’d come with him from the Kirkwall years before (and the only one who’d survived). “Should we camp for the night?” Part of Carver wanted to agree, to lay down camp after their long trip through the Vimmark Mountains and have a rest for themselves as well as the horses. Another refused outright and he found himself agreeing with that part. He’d expected only to be gone a year at the most when he’d offered his service in place of his sister. When Sebastian had come running to ask for help with that letter in his hand from Starkhaven that said the city was falling apart, Treva had nearly gone herself. Even only a week – a week – since she’d both killed her lover and discovered she was carrying his child, she had been willing to ride off into more trouble. #fanfiction #dragon age ii #carver volunteered to go kick ass #hawke has been a busy bee
Forging Anew
Title: Forging Anew —————————————————- “We can do this,” growled Treva as she slammed her hands down onto the desk that sat in the Knight-Commander’s office. It was a move she never would have dared the last time she had stood in the room for fear it would provoke Meredith into action. Now it was Cullen behind the desk, a fellow Fereldan and one of the two templars she could call an ally after he’d stood next to her against his crazed superior. “We just have to try.” Cullen leaned back in the chair he’d only occupied for two days since she had stormed into the Gallows wearing her dead lover’s coat – the coat she was still wearing – and blinked at her a few times. Treva immediately took it for the confusion it was and snapped, “I support the freedom of mages the same as Anders did but not at the cost of all of us running wild with no one to teach us control. That was one thing he hadn’t thought of.” The templar’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the apostate then shook his head. “I’m not sure,” he began slowly, “that many would take kindly to the changes you propose.” “It’s what’s needed,” she growled. “And you know it as well as I do.” #dragon age ii #fanfiction #we can rebuild it - make it better faster stronger #hawke is holding herself together with the equivalent of silly string #hawke/anders - except he's dead now so not really
Love Even In Death
Title: Love Even In Death ———————————————- For a moment Treva Hawke couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything to tear her eyes away from the empty place where the Chantry had stood only moments before. She then closed her eyes at Sebastian’s mournful cry, his emotions tearing at her own, before the anger welled up sharp and bright. In a fury she whirled on the man sitting on a nearby crate and slapped him hard enough to draw blood at the edge of his lip. “You bastard,” she snarled, shoulders shaking, magic welling up inside her chest and screaming for release. “Do you know what you’ve done?!” “Taken away the choice of compromise,” came the weary reply and she wanted to kill the man, any remaining shreds of love for him washing away in the wake of her rage. It was so hard not to just choke him as she reached out to grab the front of the damnable black coat – why hadn’t she suspected when he started wearing it? – and jerked him to his feet. She howled in his face: “No! You’ve done nothing but take away the choice from every mage! Meredith is right; this is going to demand retribution and all of us are going to pay for it.” #fanfiction #dragon age ii #hawke/anders #varric MIGHT tell you this story #anders accidentally the whole chantry and hawke WTF'd #angst angst angst
Tornillo de Orejas Inocentes
Title: Tornillo de Orejas Inocentes —————————————- “Maldición!” The exclamation woke Aidan Cousland from a sound, wonderful sleep that was blessedly free of the Archdemon, darkspawn, or the dead shadows of his family that tended to haunt him. He frowned at the interruption then stretched out, expecting to come into contact with warm skin and hear a certain elf’s mischievous chuckle. But there is only the other half of the bedroll, blankets tossed back and the spot going cold, to greet him. Aidan’s frown deepened as a string of Antivan curses came from outside the tent and he rose, searching blindly for his trousers in the dark. Leaving them only laced enough to stay on, he grabbed his dagger – Never go anywhere unarmed, Pup, he remembers Father saying – and pushed past the open flap to step outside. Zevran is nowhere in sight once he blinks away the glare of the sudden light from the fire. He notices Morrigan is still awake, her golden eyes trailing across his bare chest like she wants to devour him alive and screaming… Maker, the apostate can be creepy sometimes. Alistair is very right about that. #fanfiction, #because it's zevran #cousland/zevran #dragon age #elves + accent = sexy explosion #featuring men in very few clothes
Brothers in the Night
Title: Brothers in the Night ————————————————- #alistair and cailan moment #dragon age #fanfiction #aka an attempt to not portray cailan as a glory-hounding ditz
Seeing Beneath Your Masks
Title: Seeing Beneath Your Masks #dragon age #fanfiction #brosca/alistair #because dwarves are cool
“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.” – Henry Rollins
Even Rocks Have a Sense of Humor
“And for another thing, Da’vil, I don’t sleep with every man that I catch the eye of!” snapped the red-haired sorceress before she stormed away from the trestle table, deliberately upsetting the lunch he’d been thoroughly enjoying. Da’vil Graymare just blinked after her, a little confused by her outburst, but covered it by looking mournfully down at where his plate now rested on the floor by his boots. #writing #quote prompt #original #fantasy #rocks are people too damn it |
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