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[_Aine_]

Can I please be stupid and redundant? What exactly is a "prompt"? Is this something that happens, I assume, on a regular basis to promote a creative response on a specific subject? Honest, I am not as daft as my question I just don't want to barge in inappropriately

[Sarah1281]

Someone gives a topic (this week in the Anders thread it's "Anders has a secret...") and then people write on it. There could be time restrictions, length restrictions, whatever. In the Anders thread, we take turns giving the prompts every Thursday and there's no real time limit but you're not supposed to take too long to do it.

[LupusYondergirl]

You can also draw if you're not a writer. Everyone is welcome to join in.

[Miri1984]

Just because I go off to get a massage and be pampered doesn't mean you guys can slack off in the Anders admiring! Six hours? Not happy!







I love Arylas' style. Check out the headbanging, guitar playing rock Anders in the band. WOOT!

[Galagraphia]

Ahaha, Maleficar band is awesome!

Yahoo, I emerge out of my Obsession craziness. I think I really should study anatomy more. Anders, you'll be my test subject, because you're shameless skirt-wearing freak and I love you for it

Also I've noticed that I forgot to answer to all Happy New Year messages my friends sent on my phone. Next time they'll save their money XD I'm an awful asocial person )))

[cave_fatuam]

Another 6 hours? Surely it's because we're all working diligently on our prompts. ;D



Also, it might snow here!

[Drima]

O lololol, elf-snowman 8D Anders discovers his new talent 8D

[Miri1984]

I love Mae-elf-snowman. But I love Mae's reaction more. Massive toddler tantrums last night. Feeling very "meh". Need some smexy Anders to cheer me up.

[LupusYondergirl]

oh hey, my internet is back on. Just in time for me to mainline the news and bemoan the state of my country.

And post something COMPLETELY MISERABLE for the prompt! Cheers!

this is super-heavy set in AOA so if you haven't read it and plan to, well, massive spoilers. if you don't plan to I think it's easy to figure out from context.
I have a less miserable thing I'll post soon.

Don't Say a Word

Anders fell back to the bed, arm across his closed eyes. He had thought his days of being captured by templars ended when he joined the Wardens. Apparently those treaties didn’t come into play when the Chantry decided you were a maleficar, though. What was supposed to be a meeting with Wardens from around Thedas to share knowledge and skills became two weeks of torture after he and Maggie were ambushed by Templars and dragged from Jader to Val Royeaux only to escape on the eve of what would have been their execution.

There was a knock. Turning his head slightly and opening one eye he saw Jowan and Oghren framed by the doorway. “Come on in,” he said quietly. The two Wardens walked into the room, each taking a seat on the bed, one on either side of him. “What are they doing?” he asked, referring to the now smaller group in the sitting room. Until recently Anders had been a part of that group, rehashing the worst two weeks of his life so Zevran could formulate an appropriate plan for revenge.

Well, no, not only that.

In truth, Anders had to talk to someone. It was eating away at him. He couldn’t talk to her; she didn’t even know the full story despite being there. Thankfully she had been unconscious for the worst of it, and Anders planned to let her go to her grave without finding out the full extent of their torture. Even if she had known, well, she didn’t want to talk to it. That was how Maggie coped with something that bothered her. She put her head deep into the sand and went on with her life. Maybe she would be a bit crueler in battle against the darkspawn for a few months as a result, but she wasn’t one for heart to heart discussions.

Once the story was out, though, he felt ill. “She was unconscious,” he had said. “She knows there was one, but not the others. She can’t find out.” He wouldn’t have said anything at all if it wasn’t for Zevran’s presence. He gave the elf detailed descriptions, as exact as anyone could hope for. He saw them all, of course. The templars made sure of that. “Make them suffer,” was all he told the assassin. Zevran nodded silently.

It was the look on his face as much as anything that drove Anders to hide in the other room while Nathaniel and Alistair continued to plot revenge. You failed her was what Zevran’s expression said. I would have done better. He probably would have, at that. After all, Maggie’s former lover was completely immune to the mana draining powers of templars. To him they were nothing more than men in armor.

Of course, there was also the possibility that Anders had imagined the entire thing. Zevran had never been easy to read, and their relationship wasn’t exactly what one could call friendly. Not hostile, of course, but always tinged with awkwardness. His own guilt could easily be playing tricks on his mind. He had been damning himself with those very words for weeks, after all.

“They’re talking about arson,” Jowan said. “And assassinations.” He shrugged. “Seems too clean to me. Maggie would kill us all if there was a fuss, though.”

“She would,” Oghren agreed. Anders nodded.

The three men sat in silence, two in deep blue mage robes, one in leather pants and a Warden tunic. “You know,” Oghren finally said, breaking the silence, “there wasn’t anything you could have done.” He put a hand on Anders’ shoulder, green eyes sympathetic.

“Yes there was,” Anders said.

“Don’t kid yourself,” Oghren countered. “Mage or not, you’re one man. You couldn’t have taken them on alone. Ancestors ******, I don’t even think I could take that many on alone.” He paused. “Just… don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“I was useless because they were templars,” Anders sighed. “If she’d been with Ze—”

“You’re kidding, right?” Jowan cut him off. “One man, trained for
stealth and surprise, against a group of, what, a score of templars? In daylight? In public?” He shook his head, dark hair brushing his shoulders. “Not a chance. Maybe Zevran could have taken out a couple of them, but they would have killed him in the end. He said so himself.”

“He did?” Anders said.

“Yeah, just after you left. He feels awful for both of you, you know.” Anders didn’t have any response to that. Jowan sighed after a moment of silence. “It wasn’t your fault,” he repeated. “Don’t let this rip you up. Don’t give them that power over you.”

“I could have gotten us out sooner,” was all Anders said.

“How?” Jowan asked. “You were stuck, there was nothing you could have done!”

“I could have gotten us out the same way she did!” Anders jumped to his feet to better glare at the other mage. “If I…” he trailed off, pacing the room and kicking a wall.

“Is that what you think?” Jowan said, voice oddly cold. “You think it’s that easy? Do you know where she’s been for the last few afternoons? Sitting with me, in hysterics. She’s completely, absolutely convinced she’s damned now. These things have consequences.” He stared at Anders, eyes cold. “Don’t act like the only injury was her open wounds.”

“You think I don’t know that!?” Anders said. “You think she hasn’t said the very same thing to me?” He pressed his hands to his eyes. “If I’d done it that would be one less thing on her mind.”

Another knock came at the door. Zevran was standing, hands folded in front of him. “I believe I have a plan,” he said. Anders nodded, following him out. He paused mid-step and turned to Jowan.

“It isn’t going to happen again.”

“What?” Jowan looked at him blankly.

“I’m not going to get caught helpless again. And you’re going to help me.”

“You mean…”

Anders nodded and Jowan flinched back. He was clearly preparing to argue.

“Don’t you dare,” Anders snapped. “You know this isn’t for me. She’s saved your life and mine a dozen times over. I’d like to at least be capable of repaying the favor some day.”

“Fine,” Jowan said quietly, sitting down. “I hope you know what you’re asking.”

Before Anders could reply someone began pounding on the locked door. “Open up!” called an angry female voice. Everyone went silent. A hail of cursing fell on the door, followed by a slam powerful enough to knock a small picture off the mantle.

As someone got up to unlock the door before the Warden Commander resorted to a spell that would bring the wall down Anders glanced around. “Don’t say a word,” he warned them.

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 08 janvier 2011 - 09:16 .

[Miri1984]

I suspected it would be that. And yes, very, very sad. I'm glad all that's over with in AOA (I'm assuming it is!).



Mine's started but the world is conspiring against me this week.

[cave_fatuam]

I figured that would be the secret. Poor Anders. As always, it's nice to see these parts of the story that we know happened, but weren't privy to because Maggie wasn't there.
My prompt is completely written in my head, but the world won't let me sit down for over 5 minutes straight. :|

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 09 janvier 2011 - 12:27 .

[Miri1984]

@Cave, I know exactly what you mean.



@Lupus see above, I was going to write a much longer response but babies and toddlers are going moon crazy or something at the moment. Five words at a time I'm getting at the moment! But I loved the prompt. What happened to Anders & Maggie still makes me twist up inside. I was very, VERY happy when I learned the full extent of Zevran's revenge.

[Sarah1281]

@Lupus: Oh, so Maggie doesn't even know how bad it really was? No wonder Anders was so dead-set on learning blood magic. And I see she glossed over juts how badly she was taking it (and the blood magic usage) as well.

[tankgirly]

by itsdarkoutside.



Awe~~~

[Estral27]

I just finished reading that chapter in AoA too! (Where Anders admits his bloodmaged-ness). Very neat idea Lupus, I really enjoyed reading about it from his perspective -- so heart wrenching!

[LupusYondergirl]

Thank you, everyone! I know, it was miserable. I wrote another fill that is far more fun.

The Art of Keeping a Secret

Anders and Godwin sat in the library and listened to Brennan spill out the details of his latest tragedy. Anders had no idea how any woman could tolerate the man, he had practically redefined promiscuity and mental instability, but he kept finding them, even among the limited population of the tower. Of course, he always screwed things up horribly.

“So then she looks at me and says ‘Well is it true? Were you with her in the library last night when you told me you had to study?’” Anders sighed, he already knew what was coming next. “And before I could even answer she jumped up and screamed “I knew it, you son of a ****! I’ll gut you!”

“Maker’s breath, she threatened to gut you?” Godwin looked horrified.

“Well, yeah,” he said. “She didn’t, of course. She just set me on fire. But, you know, that’s how she is.”

“Oh, all right,” Godwin said, sounding relieved.

Anders blinked. “That’s how she is?” he said. “Who was it? I mean, I’m not saying you didn’t deserve to get slapped or something, but getting set on fire seems a bit much.” He looked at Godwin, adding “I can’t believe you don’t think so.”

“The usual?” Godwin asked. Brennan grinned before Godwin turned back to Anders. “I don’t think you know her. If you did you wouldn’t even be asking.”

“All right,” Anders said. “Psychotic woman who sets people on fire. Got it. And you want her back why?”

“You know that graffiti in the oldest men’s apprentice dorm room?” Godwin asked Anders.

“The graffiti?” Anders asked. There was a lot of writing on the walls, of course. It was a room that had been occupied by nothing but young men for generations, after all. One piece was particularly infamous, mostly because every time it was painted over someone re-wrote both the original statement and the testimonials of agreement to the skills of the woman in question.

“The graffiti,” Godwin confirmed. “All true. Unfortunately in addition to those, um, skills… well, she’s got a bit of a temper.”

“She’s getting better,” Brennan said. “She just set my robes on fire this time. Last time it was my hair.”

“Was that before or after she gave you a haircut in your sleep because she didn’t like how you had it?”

“Before,” he confirmed. When Anders gave him a horrified look Brennan only shrugged. “She told me if I moved she might accidentally cut off an ear. Figured it was best to stay put.”

“Wow, yeah, she sounds like a real charmer,” Anders deadpanned. “I can see why you want her back. Haircuts forced with threats of bodily harm and she sets you on fire? Who wouldn’t want that?”

“The graffiti,” Godwin said.

“And she has a fantastic set of—” Brennan cut himself off, seeing the templar Cullen glaring at him from across the room, dropping his hands from where he had been holding them out in front of his chest. “Personality. Huge personality. Really, just the best personality ever. Yeah.” Cullen gave him a dirty look before continuing his rounds.

Godwin snorted. “Just your luck it was Cullen to overhear you. You know he’s crazy about her. Too bad for him she wouldn’t even let a templar get close enough to get set on fire.”

“Not the point!” Brennan said. “How did she know I was about to lie?”

“Because you’re a horrible liar,” Anders supplied. “You can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“Like you’re so much better,” Brennan said. “You’re constantly getting caught in lies.”

Anders sighed, shaking his head. “No, see, there’s two kinds of secrets. The ones you want to keep. ‘I cheated on you,’ ‘I’m an apostate escaped from Circle tower,’ ‘I don’t remember your name,” things like that. And then there’s the secrets you can let slip out… which, I admit, are usually more along the lines of ‘utter fabrications’ than secrets, but it’s all semantics.” Brennan raised an eyebrow. “All right, say you’re about to get caught. You blurt out something else as soon as you can. She asks if you were in the library with someone you say no, you were…” he waved his hand, thinking. “You were grading term papers for Godwin’s entropy class in exchange for a present for her. She’ll think you wanted to keep that a secret and never realize there’s an even bigger secret hiding behind it.”

“But that’s a lie, too,” Brennan said. “She wouldn’t believe it.”

“Yeah, but she’ll think it was a secret, and since it’s something she’ll want to believe the bar for acceptance is much, much lower.” He paused. “Or it would be with most women. No idea if this would work with your stabbing fire setting lunatic. Really, you want her back why?”

***

Brennan sat down across from Anders a few days later, slamming his books on the table. “So why the new haircut?” Anders asked, glancing up at the gleaming scalp of the young mage.

“I am never taking advice from you again,” was all Brennan said.

“Why?” Anders asked, confused. He had caught a brief glimpse of Brennan leading a dark haired woman behind a bookshelf in the library the night before and assumed everything worked out. Unfortunately seeing only her back Anders couldn’t see how accurate the assessment of her personality was.

“Grading term papers for Godwin? Right. First she laughed, then she punched me in the neck, and then she set my hair on fire. It was so charred I had to shave it all off!”

Anders’ jaw dropped. “Well,” he said, trying to find a bright side, “at least you know she’s completely insane now. I suppose you dodged the arrow by not getting back together with her. And you found someone new already, so win-win.”

Brennan rolled his eyes. “She’s not completely insane,” he said. “And we got back together anyways.” He paused and grinned. “Maybe I should thank you, come to think of it. She felt so guilty about my hair… well, one thing led to another…”

Anders only listened in shock. He would never understand why some of his fellow mages seemed to delight in finding the most insane women they could. The population of the tower was low, but not that low.

***

Maggie paced the floor, annoyed. “And then three of the recruits wet themselves!” she said. “Well, you can imagine the reaction everyone had to that. They think the new kids are terrified in the deep roads, but it turns out someone convinced them darkspawn were driven away by the smell of urine! They won’t talk, but if I ever find out who…” She paused and turned to him, narrowing her eyes. “Anders, is there something you want to tell me? Perhaps something involving why you and Oghren were laughing so hard this afternoon when they got back from the Deep Roads? And why you look so guilty right now?”

“What?” Anders said. “No, no, not at all.” She continued to glare at him. “What?” he said before sighing dramatically. “No, see, I was…” he thought quickly, trying to make up a reason for his guilty expression. “I was laughing at a joke Oghren had told me... about human women… and it was a bit, um, offensive. I shouldn’t have laughed. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure Oghren doesn’t tell such offensive jokes anymore. I know we’re all equal here.”

She crossed her arms and shook her head. “Really? You really expect me to believe that?” Maggie sighed. “You’re lucky I love you or you’d be on fire right now. Maker’s breath, you can’t keep a secret to save your damned life.”

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 09 janvier 2011 - 04:10 .

[Sarah1281]

@Lupus: So it seems that Maggie really is getting better. And unlike Brennan, HE'S probably never been set on fire by Maggie. I guess now he understands why Brennan would want her back so much.

[Miri1984]

I adore all the almost Maggie-and-Anders in the tower stories. They rock. Beautiful.

[Galagraphia]

@Lupus, aww, the first one made me , and second was hilarious!  And I just love how you portray Oghren, btw, and how you made him and Anders BFFs  

[Wedger]

@Lupus - both were great answers to the prompt.

[cave_fatuam]

@Lupus, Well, setting his hair on fire seems completely appropriate to me. ;D
I love how Maggie and Anders miss each by the smallest measures in the tower.

Hey, look whose prompt went all esssplody!
Dear Mae,
Stop chewing on the scenery
♥,
Bef

--Vulgar Play Things, of Children, Fate, and Otherwise--
Anders pushed a few errant strands of hair from Maeve's face.
"Good morning," she drawled groggily.
"Care to show me just how good it is?" Anders kissed her deeply, carefully positioning himself over her. A little moan of consent tickled his lips as his hands trailed languorously down her sides. Her hips bucked upward as his thumbs found the small dip between her hip bone and the small round of her stomach.
"Anders, please. I want you i---"
"MAE!"
They both twisted their heads simultaneously to the door. Maeve sighed heavily.
"Samahla."
"Can you get her, Andy?"
"Not in the state I'm in." Anders looked toward his hips. "She wants you anyway."
"You owe me," Maeve said jabbing him sharply in the chest.  Anders rolled to his side of the bed before smiling at her. "Why did we even have kids?"
"As I recall we didn't. She just got stuck with us, well me, and ---" 
"MAE!"
"Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget," Maeve half-whispered as she unceremoniously yanked a chemise over her head. Anders grinned at her bemusedly.
"MAAAEEEEEVVVVEEEEEHHHHHH!!!"
"I better go." Maeve opened the door and called, "I'm coming, pea pod. I promise you."
"My fancy elf-lady doll is goneded!" Samahla squeaked through tears.
Anders rolled his eyes.  "Sh*t."
----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Apparently, a doll went missing. Two of them, nonetheless," Maeve told Anders as she slipped back into bed. "She probably just left them outside or Pounce carried them off."
"Mae, I know where they are," Anders turned to face her.
"You stole Samahla's dolls?" She looked at him incredulously. "Do I need to arrange a play date between you and Al?"
"No," he answered his expression hard, all scrunched eyebrows and pursed mouth. "You haven't seen them?"
"No, she got them at the market when she went out with Carena the other day. Why?"
Anders sprung from the bed, strode to their wardrobe, and began digging in its topmost drawer earnestly.
"And? It can't be that bad."
He turned sharply and threw three pieces of carved wood onto the bed.
"Sorry, I broke yours. Something about seeing the woman I love disrespected makes me rather unhappy. Childish, I know," he spat.
Maeve turned the pieces over in her hands. She pieced what was evidently her head in miniature back atop her body, which was--- Maker what would you even call that. Maeve rarely found herself confronted with a vulgarity she couldn't name or at least describe vaguely. Sam had wrapped fabric around the figure disguising it's nudity. That was the "fancy" qualifier, obviously.
"This is me then?" She ran her hand idly over the base. "The "King's Wh*re"? They're a little late or maybe this is some sort of collectors bobble from years ago?" she quipped before running a finger over the tiny Anders splattered in red paint. "Oh, no wait! You're a liar, cheater, maleficar, and a Grey Warden, so this must be recent."
Anders' face was ruddy highlighting every line on his face. "This doesn't bother you?"
"If I had a copper for every time someone called me a who-"
"No, that Sam had them. I don't want her to think of me as a maleficar," he growled and sat on the bed's edge. "I don't want her to know what I did to get out of the Tower or to survive once I was out."
"Oh. Anders, she can't read. She doesn't know that these are supposed to be us. I mean my nose isn't really that big, and your jaw--"
"Mae, don't."
"What? One of us has to keep up our balance of frantic and cathartically irrelevant," she retorted. "You know you've spent most of your life building up this sense of bravado and "I don't give a damn," which worked until now. You still don't give a damn about what you did, you revel in it, but you're worried that she will give a damn." Maeve slid across the bed to sit beside him.
"Mae, I'm proud of things that I really shouldn't be. I don't want her to know that I think I was right." His face twitching between smirk and frown. "She has this idea that I'm some sort of hero. She believes that I'm good," Anders whispered as he pulled Maeve onto his lap.
"And she's mostly right, Anders," Maeve fingered his earlobe, worrying the earring. "You know you can keep everything you've done some sort of secret from her, but she'll find out some day. She'll hate you more for lying than for a few dead templars, a gaggle of broken-hearted maidens, piles of darkspawn, and our indiscretions. "
He nodded slowly.
"How about we just don't mention our checkered pasts until she's old enough to understand. When she asks though, we'll just tell her an age appropriate version."
"Do you know how much I'll have to edit myself?" He let himself smile down at Maeve. " You know," he continued,"looking at these things now, I'm more offended that they made you the wh*re and me the maleficar. I honestly think they should switch that," Anders smirked. "Unless you want to try," gestured at the little wooden body, "that. Whatever it is."
"Okay, but we are never telling Sam about it, no matter how old or jaded she gets."


Modifié par cave_fatuam, 09 janvier 2011 - 08:25 .

[Miri1984]

OMG I want an Anders Malificar doll SO BADLY right now.
Here's mine. Prelude to big time smut which I probably won't post here....

Anders' Little Secret

"How long have you been together now, then?" Nathaniel was asking. They were sharing a bottle of Orlesian wine - Neria had insisted they take something back from the hideousness that had been their time there - while Neria and Jowan did something.. magey he supposed, although why he wasn't allowed to join in was a bit of a mystery. 

"It's coming up on three years."

Nate twirled the goblet between his slender fingers. "Why don't you marry her?" he said finally. Anders spluttered, nearly choking on a mouthful of his wine. 

"What?"

"You heard what I said. You should marry her."

"This is just your way of distracting me from your little jaunts with my sister, isn't it?"

Nate grinned. "Probably," he said. "But it's a valid question nonetheless. You've never been with a woman longer than six weeks before, I think it's pretty obvious you're serious about her. And she adores fancy dresses, and parties...and" Nate smacked his lips, "wine. You'd have the best excuse for a party ever." Anders was biting his lip, looking troubled. "And yet you don't seem enamoured of the idea. Was I wrong about your feelings for her?"

"What? Maker, no! I love her. But.."

"But what?"

Anders started gnawing on a hangnail. "There's a problem...."

~~~

She knew something was going on. Four days away from the keep - away from her so soon after Orlais just didn't sit right. Nate knew what was going on, she could tell, but no amount of pestering could get it out of him. When Anders got back he was equally secretive about what had gone on there, although one of the wardens who frequented Amaranthine to visit his family had told her she saw him in the Chantry of all places. 

"You haven't turned religious on me, have you?" she asked him one night. He was busy polishing his staff - Spellfury had nearly been lost in Orlais and he was unreasonably attached to the stick, in her opinion.

"Of course not," he said.

"So what were you doing in the Chantry of all places?"

He started, guiltily, then caught her eye, realising that he'd given away too much with that simple movement. "Who told you I was in the Chantry?"

"Hubert."

"That spying tattle-tale..."

Neria planted her fists on her hips and glared at him.

"I was... uh... making a donation..."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

He ducked instinctively - Neria had a habit of letting loose lightning when she was this angry and he didn't want singed hair - not today. He let out a sigh and fished around inside his robes.

"I ah.. I was having a talk with Nate the other day," he said. "And he mentioned something I've been thinking about.... on and off... for a while..."

"Anders, stop hedging and tell me already."

He pulled out the box and got down on one knee in front of her. "I bought this," he said. 
Her jaw dropped as she took the box from him and opened it. The ring inside was white gold - set with a large diamond and several small ones.
"You.. you're asking me to marry you?" she stammered.

He looked even more guilty and sheepish. "Um.. yes. Well... yes. I want to marry you. But..."

Her eyes narrowed. "But what?"

"There's a slight complication I'm afraid..."

~~~

"How long are you going to keep him in there?" Oghren asked. Neria twisted the ring on her finger and grinned slyly.

"Until he's good and scared and until he understands he's not to keep secrets from me," she said.

"That eight legged monster won't hurt him, will she?"

Her grin deepened. "Why Oghren, I didn't know you cared so much about him."

The dwarf grunted. "Just don't want to go down to the deep roads without a healer, shorty," he said.

"Thanks for the support, ale-breath," Anders called. Neria thumped the bars and her... fiance.. jumped.

"She won't hurt him," she said to the dwarf. "Not unless I tell her to."

The cage was big enough for Anders to squish himself in a corner out of reach of Bess' fangs. The Queen spider, never much of one for exercise (queen spiders had soldiers and children for that, thank you) sat relaxed in the corner of the web that spanned the top right corner of the enormous enclosure, her eight eyes occasionally blinking open to eye the human man. 

"Neria, please," Anders said. "I'm having it annulled. That's why I was in the Chantry."

"You should have told me, Anders," she said.

"How was I supposed to bring it up? Oh, I know we've been sleeping together for the past three years, but I'm actually married?"

"Something along those lines, yes."

"She wouldn't have sheltered me from the Templars unless I did it. I told you..."

"Why did you wait this long to get it annulled then?"

"I didn't... I didn't even know where she was... it was pure luck she happened to be in Amaranthine when I went there... Neria... I love you, please let me out of here..."

Neria tapped her foot on the flagstones and crossed her arms over her chest. The diamond on her finger flashed in the light. "I want a cake," she said then. "And Orlesian champagne. And a band."

"Anything you want, my love."

Oghren was doubled over laughing.

"And you have to wear pants. None of these 'formal robes'. I want to see your legs."

"Maker's breath woman.."

Neria clicked her fingers and Bess' eyes snapped open. Her fangs clicked together menacingly.

"Yes, YES, whatever you want!"

She grinned and unlocked the cage, allowing her lover to scramble out and enfold her in his arms. Oghren clapped the blond mage on his back. "Congratulations sparkle fingers," he said as Anders kissed the top of his fiance's head.

Neria winked at the dwarf and wrapped her arms around Anders' waist.

Modifié par Miri1984, 09 janvier 2011 - 06:53 .

[Estral27]

@ Cave: Thats so great!! Nice job illustrating the whole "how much to tell my kids" thing. It's so cute imagining Anders trying to be so responsible with little Samahla.

I also adore the little Anders statue, I would totally buy a little "Wooden Maleficar Anders" doll

@Miri: Haha that was excellent!! I can totally see Namaya suckering in poor Anders like that. And three cheers for Bess!!! So cute

Modifié par Estral27, 09 janvier 2011 - 06:58 .

[SgtElias]

Alright, I guess I'm missing something. Lupus, was what you wrote part of a longer story? And if so, does anyone have a link to it? Because that small little snippet was phenomenal, and I'm dying to understand what's actually going on! xD

What is "AoA?"

I feel like such an idiot, asking so many questions, Sorry guys.

Edited to say: Dear Goddess! Do all of these have longer versions somewhere taht I'm missing. You all seem to be familiar with each others characters. Is that just because of all the writing that's already taken place in this thread, or because you all have great fics I haven't found yet?

Mm. It was all so good. Delicious.

Modifié par SgtElias, 09 janvier 2011 - 07:30 .

[Miri1984]

@SgtElias OMG You're an AOA virgin! WOOT! You must read. It's the best. Maggie and Anders ROCK.



First story is:



Never Boring Maggie in Awakenings.



Apostates of Amaranthine (AOA) which is ongoing and fabulous - set after Never Boring, and



Blue Skies, Fresh Air, Freedom and Darkspawn - also ongoing, which is Maggie's Origin playthrough.



I cannot express how much these stories rock. I'm a little bit drunk at present, but it only increases the love.