Okay, here's my prompt:
He certainly hadn't expected that to happen. That Namaya would be angry with him after how they’d left things was practically a given. That Rylock might not be too keen to let him escape the so-called templar ‘justice’ after darkspawn had killed the templars that had been holding him prisoner mere moments before the Warden-Commander Angélique Amell had stumbled across him was also not exactly a surprise. That Rylock would ignore both the Crown and the Rite of Conscription to try and come after him anyway and that Namaya would somehow be in on it was a bit of a surprise. The most stunning turn of events, by far, was that Angélique had a problem with all of this and had called upon a golem friend of hers that was in Amaranthine with Wynne to crush Rylock and her men.
Anders had so many questions he hardly knew where to start. “Where did you even come from?” he demanded of the golem.
“I was waiting right outside,” the golem explained. “If the fancy mage or the squashed templars had bothered to pay the slightest bit of attention then they would have realized that there had not actually been a statue there earlier.”
Anders tilted his head. “The fancy mage? Is that me?”
“Obviously,” the golem told him. “Although not that I think of it, the stupid mage would work just as well.”
“The fancy mage…” Anders repeated, flashing his trademark smirk. “I like it.”
“It would,” the golem said derisively.
“Angélique, I can’t believe that you’d be willing to stick up for me like that,” Anders said, shaking his head in disbelief. Yes, Angélique was a fellow mage but she was also kind of…special. Anders was sleeping with her, of course, because she was gorgeous and willing but she had an almost obscene degree of self-absorption that really made him doubt that he liked her all that much. Still, she did just save him from Rylock’s zealotry and so he really shouldn’t be so hard on her.
“Of course I would!” Angélique declared, her bright violet eyes wide. “As Warden-Commander I claimed you first and if Rylock wanted a sexy apostate that badly then she really should have found her own. It’s only polite, you know.”
“Yes, we cannot forget about civility or we have become truly lost,” Anders agreed, feeling vindicated in his decision to sleep with whoever he met that was pretty, willing, and not obviously a templar as it had just saved him.
“It’s especially tacky as I’m still so very upset that Alistair practically clung to Anora whenever he saw me after the Landsmeet and they got engaged,” Angélique added. “I mean, couldn’t he see that I was hurting here?”
Anders had seen King Alistair when he had been conscripted and it was hard to tell from the way that the man flinched whenever he accidentally glanced Angélique’s way but Anders got the vague impression that maybe he didn’t like the girl all that much. He’d heard something about them having been together at some point although he’d really never have guessed it. “Yes, well, in my experience templars are often lacking for manners. Out of curiosity, was there any reason that you saved me besides the fact that we’re sleeping together and you thought she was rude?” Surely there must be some deeper reason as the idea that anyone could actually be that shallow disturbed him greatly.
Angélique frowned as she thought about it and began to play with her long, luscious golden hair. “Hm…I suppose that there’s always the fact that all of the Orlesian Wardens got themselves brutally murdered by the darkspawn that Mary and I were able to dispatch with ease when I first arrived at the Keep.”
It took Anders a moment to realize that she meant Mhairi. “And so you were just in the process of a mad recruitment drive?” he prompted.
“Pretty much,” Angélique confirmed. “I tried to recruit some more people but they started hiding from me so that didn’t go so well.”
“But surely the fact that you were willing to go up against three templars when you yourself are a mage and everyone else was off in the tavern must mean you had some sort of reason,” Anders said, beginning to get a little desperate.
“Not really,” Angélique disagreed cheerfully. “You just asked if we could go in this interesting-looking building and I didn’t have anything better to do. I didn’t actually realize that your phylactery was supposed to be in here.”
“But even if you weren’t listening when I kept talking about just that very thing, Rylock asked you to turn me over and you didn’t,” Anders pointed out.
Angélique shrugged. “Well, it’s like I said. I claimed you fair and square and it’s not like she didn’t have her chance. Besides, I didn’t even have to do anything as Shale came in and crushed them all. We would have had a much more difficult time fighting them than she did and she gets so little joy in her life so who was I to deny her this?”
“If only one of them were a bird,” the golem – apparently Shale – said wistfully.
Apparently it was fully possible to be just that shallow. Despite the fact that Anders rarely admitted to anything deeper himself, this was still quite a disturbing discovery and still quite unexpected although for different reasons than he had initially thought. Instead of discovering that Angélique had any hidden depths, he had discovered that even her visible ones were actually nonexistent.
It was a good thing that they had arranged to meet up with the others at the tavern when they were done here because he definitely needed a drink. He hadn’t actually thought it was possible, but he had just been saved from the templars and still managed to lose some last vestige of faith in humanity.
He certainly hadn’t expected that to happen.
Retour en haut
(Even Rhiamon XD Though it was temporaly.)
So... who knows how my brain works!
.
