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[Miri1984]

Oh, sugar! I forgot - distracted by Gala's great pic .

Yes, in honour of the fact that the last series of Buffy is playing on cable here at the moment, the prompt is:

"The First..."

Edited for TOP - quite like the expression on this one - VelvetRue on DevArt

Modifié par Miri1984, 15 septembre 2010 - 10:08 .

[jenncgf]

AWESOME PROMPT!!!!!!!


Also, love that sketch Miri, and I've not seen it before.  Cool! :happy:

Modifié par jenncgf, 15 septembre 2010 - 10:13 .

[LupusYondergirl]

Hmmm... smut or mushy. Choices, choices.

[SurelyForth]

I might do one every day. I am not kidding when I say that I have at least eight ideas.

[Miri1984]

Hooray!! The more the better!

[LupusYondergirl]

This is an awesome prompt. I'm already working on it.  I may even be done tonight...

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 16 septembre 2010 - 12:08 .

[Avilia]

Great prompt!  This idea came to be on the bus - hopefully the link isn't too tenuous..


"Maker! My head."  Anders tried to sit but was pushed back down.

"Shush.  Lie still."

A female voice.  That was a good sign.  Wasn't it?  "I can't see, have I gone blind?"

"No."

He heard a soft noise and felt something being removed from his face.  "Oh."  He cautiously opened his eyes and was instantly blinded by the bright light.  "Ouch."

"Lie still and keep your eyes closed."  The weight was placed across his eyes again.  Moist and cool it eased the throbbing in his head. 

The voice was soft, soothing, like his mother's had been.   Her touch was gentle but assured.  "Did I die?"

"Not yet."

He could almost feel her amusement.  She definitely reminded himof his mother.  "Was it Oghren's ale?"  The hand touching his chest paused then continued with whatever it was doing.

"Unless Oghren is a Darkspawn, no."

"Darkspawn?"  Had there been a battle?  Why couldn't he remember? 

"I can't remember."

"You were hit, from behind it appears.  I found you with the Darkspawn dead and brought you here.  Now try to be quiet, I'm almost finished.  Then you can question me to your heart's content."

Reminded even more strongly of his mother, Anders tried to lie still and be patient.  It was difficult being the healed rather than the healer, very difficult.  Lying still he wasn't distracted by the pain in his head and he finally noticed.

"Maker! Am I naked!?"  He heard a low laugh.

"Yes."

He was blushing!  He could feel the heat crawling up his chest to cover his face.  "Are we alone?"

"Yes. Don't fret Anders, its alright."

That was something he supposed.  At least there was only one person gawking at him.  One, motherly person, which made it easier.   A motherly healer person.

"Tell me what happened. Please."  He heard a sigh.  "I won't ask any more questions. Please. I need to know."

"Very well.  Lie still and I'll tell you what I know."

He felt something tug across his chest.  A bandage?  Then she patted her hand down, finishing the binding.

"I was, watching, the battle.  You were with three others, no? Before you ask they have moved on.  A Hurlock hit you from behind and knocked you into the pit.  I think perhaps your friends did not see where you fell."

"Did they look?"

"Of course but something happened to call them away."

About to ask another question, Anders felt her fingers touch his lips and stopped.

"The Dalish mage attacked them.  I was busy with you and am not sure what happened next.  I do know they are gone from the Woods."

"I have to find them!"

"Yes, yes.  First you must rest.  You will be no good to them if you die, will you?"

Unable to argue the truth of that, he nodded, moving his head gingerly.  Already the pain was easing.  Whoever this woman was, she was a good healer.

"Thank you."  He felt a pat on his face.  "You saved my life."

"You're most welcome."

He heard her move away and noises that sounded like she was packing things.  Hoping he could manage it this time, Anders cautiously removed the compress from his eyes and opened them. 

Thank the Maker he could see. Blinking in the bright light he turned his head.  There she was, she had her back to him and was digging around in a pack.

"What's your name?" She straightened then turned to face him.

"Caethes."

Whether it was just being able to see or that his senses were finally returning, Anders could feel something wrong.  Not just that his imaginings were so completely off as to be laughable but something else. Something bad.

"You're infected. Tainted by the Darkspawn."  To his surprise she smiled at that.

"Do I look like a ghoul to you Anders?"

"You look like a Dalish.  Are you from Velanna's clan?"

"No." She took a step towards him then stopped when his hand came up.  "I need to check your head."

"Stay where you are."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Tell me who you are.  Why were you following us?"

"Does it matter?  I saved your life, something you were thanking me for only just now."

"It matters if you're infected."  This time he could see her sigh and well as hear it.  "I can sense it in you."

"There is more than one kind of taint Anders."

"What does that mean?"

"You are healed enough to move on."  She pointed and he twisted to see they were still in the Woods.  He could see the rise where Velanna had first spoken to them in the distance.  "Your friends went in that direction.  If you go that way you may meet them coming back."

"I'm not leaving you alone.  The taint will kill you eventually. Do you know that?"

"Yes.  Eventually."  She smiled at something only she could hear.  "But eventually can be a very long time, no?"

"Not in this case.  Eventually will be days.  I've seen what happens, its, horrible."

"You're not what I expected.  Not at all."

"What you expected?  What in the Maker's name is going on?"

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be so mysterious.  I simply meant I had heard talk of the new Grey Wardens at Vigil's Keep.  Gossip if you will.  None of it mentioned how handsome you are."

Anders couldn't believe it, he was blushing again.  That's twice she'd made him blush.  He never blushed, never.  As far as he could remember this was the first time a woman had made him blush. 

He caught the edge of her smile when she turned back to the pack. Sly wench had distracted him.  Distracted him with flattery!  That was his trick, no one ever caught him with his own tricks.

"Don't try to distract me, I'm not leaving you here and that's final.  Pack your things, give me my robe and we'll be on our way."

"You're sweet to worry and I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

She turned again and a bright light seemed to hit him from nowhere.

Caethes crouched next to her now sleeping patient.  "Apologies Anders."  Brushing his face one last time she stood.  "I can hear them coming now."  Smiling at the loud voice she could hear she turned to leave.

"Say hello to Oghren for me."

Modifié par Avilia, 16 septembre 2010 - 02:00 .

[Galagraphia]

Hey, look, we have 5 stars now! Awesome!



Miri, great prompt! I had hoped someone would suggest it!



Avilia, lol, poor Anders, this blushing will ruin his reputation! XD

[Miri1984]

Avilia am I being dense? Is there a reference there that I'm missing? Do I need to read more of your fic? Sorry if I am, I'll plead post-natal drift... I'd really like to know who Caethes is...

[Miri1984]

Teehee - researching the fourth blight and came across this line in the Dragon Age Wiki which gave me a really fun image:



"In 5:20 Exalted the elven hero Garahel leads an army of Grey Wardens and Anders to the city of Hossberg."



An army of Anders. Sounds lovely .

[Avilia]

Miri1984 wrote...

Avilia am I being dense? Is there a reference there that I'm missing? Do I need to read more of your fic? Sorry if I am, I'll plead post-natal drift... I'd really like to know who Caethes is...

No, completely my fault for attempting to be too clever I think.

Caethes is the Warden from the Origins.  In this Awakenings imagine an Orlesian warden is in charge.

I was trying not to give it away erred on the side of vagueness - so no post natal drift - me and my need to be dramatic at fault.

I have only written thing with her and in that she's also healing poor Anders.  He seems to make a habit of needing to be healed when she's around.

Modifié par Avilia, 16 septembre 2010 - 03:28 .

[Avilia]

Miri1984 wrote...

Teehee - researching the fourth blight and came across this line in the Dragon Age Wiki which gave me a really fun image:

"In 5:20 Exalted the elven hero Garahel leads an army of Grey Wardens and Anders to the city of Hossberg."

An army of Anders. Sounds lovely .

If I was facing an advancing army of Anders I know which direction I'd run in

[Giggles_Manically]

Miri1984 wrote...

Teehee - researching the fourth blight and came across this line in the Dragon Age Wiki which gave me a really fun image:

"In 5:20 Exalted the elven hero Garahel leads an army of Grey Wardens and Anders to the city of Hossberg."

An army of Anders. Sounds lovely .

And instead of Mabari they use Ser Pouncealots?
And instead of fighting the Darkspawn all pick one up call it George and give up their ways to raise their new kitties?

[Galagraphia]

If there were an army of Anders I would have been a camp follower

Army of Anders riding on battle kitties... Overwhelming their enemies with the power of the Smirk. I so want to join, where to sign?

[Giggles_Manically]

Galagraphia wrote...

If there were an army of Anders I would have been a camp follower
Army of Anders riding on battle kitties... Overwhelming their enemies with the power of the Smirk. I so want to join, where to sign?

If Gregoir saw them march by the tower I think he would have jumped off the top.

[Miri1984]

Avilia wrote...

Miri1984 wrote...

Avilia am I being dense? Is there a reference there that I'm missing? Do I need to read more of your fic? Sorry if I am, I'll plead post-natal drift... I'd really like to know who Caethes is...

No, completely my fault for attempting to be too clever I think.

Caethes is the Warden from the Origins.  In this Awakenings imagine an Orlesian warden is in charge.

I was trying not to give it away erred on the side of vagueness - so no post natal drift - me and my need to be dramatic at fault.

I have only written thing with her and in that she's also healing poor Anders.  He seems to make a habit of needing to be healed when she's around.

Oh wow - that's lovely. So the Origins warden survives and that's why she knows Oghren - I was trying to make her into Felsi or Branka for some reason .

[sabreene]

Miri1984 wrote...

Avilia wrote...

Miri1984 wrote...

Avilia am I being dense? Is there a reference there that I'm missing? Do I need to read more of your fic? Sorry if I am, I'll plead post-natal drift... I'd really like to know who Caethes is...

No, completely my fault for attempting to be too clever I think.

Caethes is the Warden from the Origins.  In this Awakenings imagine an Orlesian warden is in charge.

I was trying not to give it away erred on the side of vagueness - so no post natal drift - me and my need to be dramatic at fault.

I have only written thing with her and in that she's also healing poor Anders.  He seems to make a habit of needing to be healed when she's around.

Oh wow - that's lovely. So the Origins warden survives and that's why she knows Oghren - I was trying to make her into Felsi or Branka for some reason .

I was too, but now I totally get it. Wonderful story, it makes me want to read more about Caethes, and if she ever reveals who she to the rest of the new wardens.

[LupusYondergirl]

This prompt? Floodgate. I'm at like 3000 words and counting.  It won't be the one I use since I started and CANT STOP, but it will be a decent short fic eventually.

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 16 septembre 2010 - 04:19 .

[LupusYondergirl]

So... once I finished this I realized the joke is pretty similar to one someone else did a few weeks back.  Sorry about that!! I may do another later in the week to make up for my lack of originality.



Maggie stretched her legs out by the fire and laughed. “The first time? Oh Maker, that's going back a few years--”

“A few,” Oghren said, laughing. “Who do you think you're kidding.”

“All right,” she admitted. “Probably more than a few. I sometimes forget I'm not as young as I once was.” She laughed. “It was in the tower--”

“Obviously,” Anders said.

“Well, sorry,” she said. “I figured I'd clarify.”

“Well it certainly wasn't before you got there,” he laughed. “And if it was after you got out I'd eat my hat.”

“You don't have a hat, Anders,” she pointed out. If there was one thing Anders hated it was covering his hair with a cowl.

“Well, I'll get a hat and then I'll eat it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. He laughed and tickled her side.

“Come on, Sparklefingers,” Oghren complained. “We were going to get a story. Don't go getting her all distracted. I don't want to listen to the two of you all night long. Again.”

“What, jealous?” Anders asked, smirking.

“Clearly he is,” Sigrun answered for him, laughing. “Now tell the story!”

“Well, all right, like I said, it was in the tower. On the... um... sixth floor. East storeroom.”

Anders looked surprised. “Isn't that the one right by the templar quarters?”

“It is,” she agreed.

“Wild woman,” he laughed.

“Oh, you know the risk of being caught is half the fun at that age,” she said casually.

“Yes!” Sigrun exclaimed. “The thrill of rebellion! Exactly!” She jumped up and ran around the fire, clicking her glass to Maggie's before returning to her seat. She was, clearly, quite drunk.

“What age was that?” Oghren said.

“Hm... best guess? Three and ten. Maybe four and ten. Something like that.”

“That young?” Anders sounded impressed.

“I was younger,” Sigrun supplied. “But then, I also grew up in Dust Town, so don't judge normal by me.”

“I was very mature for my age.”

Anders rolled his eyes. “Yeah? What happened since!?”

She flipped him off and laughed. “So anyways. East storeroom, with Jowan.”

“That twitchy kid?” Oghren said, surprised.

“Why am I not shocked,” Anders said. “I always assumed it would have been Jowan.”

“Well, he was my best friend,” Maggie said. “Of course we were interrupted by a Templar, got dragged through the  whole upper half of the tower and dumped in front of the First Enchanter for a long lecture. Very embarrassing,  especially since the Templar yelled at us both the entire time, loud enough for everyone with ears to hear.”

Anders chuckled. “Is it my turn?” he said. When no one objected he took another sip of ale and began telling the story. “Also the tower, obviously,” he said. “Fourth floor, behind the bookshelves in the south library.”

“Oh, I've been back there,” Maggie said.

“I'm sure you have,” Anders replied. “I myself revisited the area many times after.” He looked thoughtful. “I believe I was five and ten.”

“Who were you with?” Maggie asked.

“You know, I honestly can't remember!” Anders shook his head. “Don't think I haven't tried, either. I think I can recall a blonde, but nothing much more specific than that. It was bloody awful, anyways.”

“I think the first time always is,” Maggie said.

“Well I didn't know that,” Anders said. “I thought something was wrong with me.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “Or I did something wrong.”

“How would you manage to do something wrong?” Anders said. “It isn't difficult.”

“Hey, I was a kid, what did I know?”

“Maker's breath,” he muttered.

“Oh, stop it,” she said. “I wasn't that young.And it's not like you have grounds to say a thing. I can't believe you don't remember who you were with.”

He shrugged. “I think I blacked it out. But you know how it is. One time blends into another, and then you just can't tell them all apart.”

“Really?” Maggie said, surprised. “Not for me.”

“Well, not with you, either” he insisted. “But you're endlessly entertaining. How could I forget any of the crazy things you do. Like the time you set the rug on fire?”

“Is that how that happened?” Sigrun mused. “I wondered.”

“That was you,” she said, pointing. “Don't blame me.”

“No, I'm pretty sure it was you,” he said. “Anyways, it's someone else's turn.”

“I was ten,” Sigrun said. Everyone gasped. “Dust Town, remember?!” she said. “Anyways, my mom had gone out for the day so I invited the boy next door over. He was a couple years older than me.  Beautiful blue eyes.”

“Ten and it was your idea?” Maggie said, shocked. “I'm impressed!”

“Only you would be impressed by something like that,” Oghren laughed.

“No, I'm pretty impressed, too,” Anders said.

“Well, when it comes to this sort of thing you two are practically the same person. Matching Sparklefingers. Just what we needed around here.” He rolled his eyes.

Sigrun giggled. “I was what you might call a precocious child. Or a delinquent. Seeing how I ended up in the Legion of the Dead it would probably be the second one.”

“Well, Oghren?” Anders said. “Come on now, from you I expect something good.”

He laughed, his beard twitching. “I was fifteen,” Oghren began. “My folks went to watch a Proving but I'd been grounded for something or another. We had this girl working for us, servant caste. She was really something.” He whistled, grinning at the memory. “Well, it didn't take ten minutes from my folks leaving before I got the key to the  liquor cabinet off her. She was, oh, twenty five.” He chuckled. “You know me, though. Pure charm.”

“She was a decade older than you?” Anders said.

“That's the way to do it,” Oghren said. “Better if you're with someone experienced the first time. It can be a real  mess if you're both clueless.”

“That is true,” Maggie agreed.

“Maybe that's why I blocked it out,” Anders said.

“See?” Oghren said. “Anyways, by the time my folks get home I'd managed to break into the kitchen. They found me with my trousers on my head waltzing with a nug.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

Nathaniel, who everyone assumed to be napping, stumbled out of his tent. “All right,” he said. “Please tell me I did not just hear Oghren say he lost his virginity to a nug.”

“What?!” Oghren laughed. “I said I was waltzing with a nug! Literally, trying to waltz. Don't know why, damn things may be tasty but dancers they ain't.”

“Wait,” Anders said. “What did you think we were talking about?”

Nathaniel looked perplexed. “I heard you say you were talking about your first times.”

“Our first times getting drunk,” Maggie giggled.

“You have a very dirty mind,” Anders said.

“You really do,” she added. “Not everything has to be about sex.”

“Now that you mention it, though,” Anders said, “we should tell that story next. Pull up a seat and join us. Maggie, you might as well go first since I'm already imaging you teenaged and naked. Please be as graphic and detailed  as possible. Feel free to make sound effects.” He put his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on linked fingers,  watching her with a grin.

“You are all horrid people,” Nathaniel said. “Now will someone please hand me a drink if I'm expected to participate in this discussion?”

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 16 septembre 2010 - 05:29 .

[Miri1984]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

This prompt? Floodgate. I'm at like 3000 words and counting.  It won't be the one I use since I started and CANT STOP, but it will be a decent short fic eventually.

*doing the happy dance* The more Anders fics the better. 

[LupusYondergirl]

I'll probably just link that one here when it's done since it doesn't fit the hour timeframe.

[Miri1984]

Great fic Lupus - misunderstood virginity talks will never go astray .

[Avilia]

haha - loved that Lupus. Poor Nate though..so put upon ;-)

[Galagraphia]

Lupus, ha-ha, you caught me, I thought the same thing Nate did! )))

Am I the only person who thinks this prompt deserves more than one fic/pic/whatever from each member of our society? (if they wish to do more than one)

I will have a free Saturday, and "Obsession" will completely consume me if I won't be distracted by teen Anders doing all kind of things for the very first time

[jenncgf]

Avilia, Lupus:  I liked them both!  A lot!

Gala:  yeah, the floodgates could totally open on this.  What a great prompt.  :D:D