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Aonghas Cousland, the Warrior Mage - Finished 8/06/2010 but currently being rewritten (youtube video links added Jan 2011) A romance tease added
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Here's a new video for my Aonghas playthrough dedicated to Jowan and Lily. Uses Lel's song for music
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A kind of warm fuzzy scene from the rewrite. LOL
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Chapter four: Six Months of Retraining
Part One:
“Uncle, will you teach me to fight?” Aonghas was about to agree to his nephew’s pleading tone when he was interrupted.
“No, he will not.” Eleanor Cousland seemed appalled by the suggestion which surprised Aonghas because he could remember his mother chasing him around with a wooden practice sword; teaching him to fight when he was seven.
“But, Grandmother, I need to learn to fight so I can grow up strong.”
“You can practice your archery like your mother agreed.” Aonghas frowned as he realized that it was Oriana that was keeping Oren from training as a warrior. Aonghas couldn’t help but wonder where Fergus was in all of this. Fergus was a fighter through and through and it seemed at odds with the brother Aonghas knew not to insist on his son being trained early.
Aonghas watched Oren as he began shooting arrows at a target before asking his mother, “Why is he not being trained? He’s ten and hasn’t picked up a sword?”
Eleanor Cousland narrowed her eyes at her youngest son. “You think this is your concern? You should be more concerned with improving your own archery.”
Aonghas pouted even as his cheeks flushed pink at his mother’s chastisement. “I was only asking, Mother.”
“And I’m telling you it’s not something you need to concern yourself with. I suggest you join Oren and hone your own skills in archery.” Eleanor gave her youngest son her best no nonsense face before going back to watching her grandson.
Aonghas hesitated momentarily before joining Oren. Even after being away from his Mother for so long he knew what that tone and look meant; best do as I say or there will be dire consequences. Aonghas could feel himself pouting but he was unable to stop himself until he saw the exact same pout on his nephew’s face. Aonghas gazed at Oren in surprise just then noticing how much the young boy resembled a younger Aonghas. What had it been he had overheard Oriana say to Fergus, “I hope his influence won’t make things more difficult for us with Oren.”
At the time Aonghas hadn’t realized they were talking about him but his brother’s later words made much more sense now that he realized they had indeed been talking about him. “He knows better than to involve my son in his antics.”
So they were worried that he would have a negative influence on Oren. No wonder he had never been unsupervised around the boy.
“Uncle, you are worse at this than me.” Oren’s voice startled him from his reflections and then he stared at the boy in indignation before roaring and attacking the boy. Oren rolled on the ground under him laughing uncontrollably crying out, “I take it back. I take it back. Stop!”
Aonghas was relentless in his attack and shortly he had his nephew breathless with laughter and unable to move. Just as Aonghas was about to leave off tickling his nephew; he found himself grabbed and forced onto his back. Aonghas stared up at Fergus as his brother straddled his thighs; his brother’s gaze was smoldering with the promise of the torture to come and Aonghas felt himself shudder at the memory of past tickle torture; moments before his brother set to attacking his cloth clad midsection. Aonghas fought against his body’s reaction but his brother’s relentless assault soon had him pawing ineffectively at his brother’s attacking hands while gasping and begging for his brother to stop. The assault continued until Aonghas lay just as breathless as his nephew had and then Majestic choose that moment to begin licking Fergus’ face. Fergus laughed and gave the hound a head rub before getting off his younger brother. Oren sat where Aonghas had left him with a wild grin of delight on his face and he let out a giggle as his father pulled him to his feet and urged him back to practice. Aonghas lay trying to catch his breath as he watched his brother instruct his son in archery. Aonghas finally dragged himself to his feet and went back to his archery practice and it wasn’t long before Fergus began instructing him as well.
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Chapter four: Six Months of Retraining
Part One:
“Uncle, will you teach me to fight?” Aonghas was about to agree to his nephew’s pleading tone when he was interrupted.
“No, he will not.” Eleanor Cousland seemed appalled by the suggestion which surprised Aonghas because he could remember his mother chasing him around with a wooden practice sword; teaching him to fight when he was seven.
“But, Grandmother, I need to learn to fight so I can grow up strong.”
“You can practice your archery like your mother agreed.” Aonghas frowned as he realized that it was Oriana that was keeping Oren from training as a warrior. Aonghas couldn’t help but wonder where Fergus was in all of this. Fergus was a fighter through and through and it seemed at odds with the brother Aonghas knew not to insist on his son being trained early.
Aonghas watched Oren as he began shooting arrows at a target before asking his mother, “Why is he not being trained? He’s ten and hasn’t picked up a sword?”
Eleanor Cousland narrowed her eyes at her youngest son. “You think this is your concern? You should be more concerned with improving your own archery.”
Aonghas pouted even as his cheeks flushed pink at his mother’s chastisement. “I was only asking, Mother.”
“And I’m telling you it’s not something you need to concern yourself with. I suggest you join Oren and hone your own skills in archery.” Eleanor gave her youngest son her best no nonsense face before going back to watching her grandson.
Aonghas hesitated momentarily before joining Oren. Even after being away from his Mother for so long he knew what that tone and look meant; best do as I say or there will be dire consequences. Aonghas could feel himself pouting but he was unable to stop himself until he saw the exact same pout on his nephew’s face. Aonghas gazed at Oren in surprise just then noticing how much the young boy resembled a younger Aonghas. What had it been he had overheard Oriana say to Fergus, “I hope his influence won’t make things more difficult for us with Oren.”
At the time Aonghas hadn’t realized they were talking about him but his brother’s later words made much more sense now that he realized they had indeed been talking about him. “He knows better than to involve my son in his antics.”
So they were worried that he would have a negative influence on Oren. No wonder he had never been unsupervised around the boy.
“Uncle, you are worse at this than me.” Oren’s voice startled him from his reflections and then he stared at the boy in indignation before roaring and attacking the boy. Oren rolled on the ground under him laughing uncontrollably crying out, “I take it back. I take it back. Stop!”
Aonghas was relentless in his attack and shortly he had his nephew breathless with laughter and unable to move. Just as Aonghas was about to leave off tickling his nephew; he found himself grabbed and forced onto his back. Aonghas stared up at Fergus as his brother straddled his thighs; his brother’s gaze was smoldering with the promise of the torture to come and Aonghas felt himself shudder at the memory of past tickle torture; moments before his brother set to attacking his cloth clad midsection. Aonghas fought against his body’s reaction but his brother’s relentless assault soon had him pawing ineffectively at his brother’s attacking hands while gasping and begging for his brother to stop. The assault continued until Aonghas lay just as breathless as his nephew had and then Majestic choose that moment to begin licking Fergus’ face. Fergus laughed and gave the hound a head rub before getting off his younger brother. Oren sat where Aonghas had left him with a wild grin of delight on his face and he let out a giggle as his father pulled him to his feet and urged him back to practice. Aonghas lay trying to catch his breath as he watched his brother instruct his son in archery. Aonghas finally dragged himself to his feet and went back to his archery practice and it wasn’t long before Fergus began instructing him as well.
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Posté 31 janvier 2011 - 03:35
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And now some less warm fuzzy stuff because obviously I can't let Aonghas catch a break. LOL
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Part Two:
Aonghas felt a little uncomfortable as he thought about the partial truths he had told his brother. It wasn’t until a couple weeks later when Knight Templar Mason came to visit that Aonghas began to realize his error in not being straight forward with his brother.
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Aonghas and Ser Gilmore faced off in the practice yard with their wooden shields and swords. Ser Gilmore’s face was nearly scarlet as he glared at the seventeen year old youngest son of Teyrn Bryce Cousland. The Teyrn had asked Ser Gilmore to help train the adolescent and things had been going fairly well until the younger man happened to overhear the squire and Fergus Cousland discussing how surprised they were that Aonghas still had skill in arms after five years in the tower. Fergus had told Ser Gilmore that things had been arranged so that Aonghas could continue his skills. Roland Gilmore had mentioned that obviously Aonghas still practiced his less desirable skills as well, to which Fergus had looked disgusted. “Typical behavior of the spoiled youngest child of a noble family, isn’t it?” The two had laughed and Fergus had thrown his arm around the squire and hugged him to his side as if they were brothers.
Ser Gilmore knew that Aonghas had overheard and seen them when Aonghas glared at him fiercely and spoke in his most disrespectful sneering tone of voice. “Well if it isn’t Ser Suck Up, gracing this lowly youngest son of a noble with his bloody traitorous presence. It’s a wonder Fergus can even stand to look at your ugly face.”
“At least I haven’t given him cause to be ashamed of me. Can you say the same, Aonghas?”
Aonghas rushed forward and slammed his shield against the squire’s shield and the resulting crack of the colliding shields caused Aonghas’ adrenaline to surge and he stepped slightly out from behind his shield and dropped down to bring his sword into contact with Ser Gilmore left thigh muscle. Aonghas hadn’t expected the blow to land so he used his full strength and Aonghas cringed as he heard Ser Roland Gilmore’s cry of agony. Despite being surprised at his success Aonghas didn’t give but a moment pause before kicking Roland’s dropped sword out of reach and then knocking the man’s shield aside to bring the point of his sword to press against Ser Gilmore’s neck. “Yield and apologize for what you said. “
Roland glared up at Aonghas, “You apologize and take back your words first.”
“I’m the one holding a sword to your throat.” The sword pressed uncomfortably against the center of Roland’s throat. “Take back what you said and yield!”
“That’s enough, young man. Remove your sword from his throat and take back your words now, Aonghas.” Aonghas turned his head and looked across the training yard at Knight Templar Mason. The man who had haunted Aonghas’ time at the tower strode purposefully across the yard to stand beside them. He fastened his glare on Aonghas before speaking, “I see you’re still trying to control your environment. You insulted Ser Gilmore and he is a trusted squire of your father. What do you think your father will have to say about this?” Mason gripped Aonghas’ right bicep at the same time that he wrenched the wooden practice sword from the teens grip. Mason then dragged Aonghas a step away from his victim. Aonghas tried to break free, but Mason’s grip on his arm remained firm.
“You have nothing to do with this, Ser. It is a thing between Roland and me.”
“Lord Bryce will be furious that he injured me in a practice bout!” Ser Roland Gilmore struggled to his feet. “I probably shouldn’t have said what I did but there are rules about practice bouts. The foremost of which is to pull back your blows so nobody gets injured. Aonghas has obviously forgotten that rule.”
Aonghas tried to shake off Mason’s grip again but the templar wouldn’t let go and the man’s grip tightened causing Aonghas to gasp in pain, “You’re hurting me again, Ser Mason. Let me go.”
“I’m not letting you go until I hear you take back your words and apologize to Ser Gilmore.”
“You have no control over me here. I refuse to bootlick you anymore.”
“Bootlick me? When have you ever done anything remotely close to bootlicking? Every moment at the tower that you weren’t buried in your books you were doing everything you could to break rules and cause problems. Irving and I did everything we could to keep you under Greagoir’s notice but you still managed to raise his suspicion on any number of occasions.”
“I thought he behaved himself in the tower.”
“Telling lies, Aonghas? I’m here to report to your father. I certainly hope my account doesn’t contradict what you told him.”
Aonghas lips pouted and his tone was full of petulance, “I haven’t told my father anything. He hasn’t asked.”
“Wise of him to wait for my report and not give you the opportunity to lie to him. So who have you lied to? Eleanor?” Aonghas shook his head in the negative. “Your brother?”
“I haven’t really lied to him. I just didn’t tell him everything.”
“Right I’m sure that will make it all right with him.” Roland said sarcastically.
“Shut up, Roland,” exclaimed Aonghas before crying out in pain as the grip on his arm tightened.
“Listen up, young man; I don’t have much time to waste on your antics. Apologize to Roland and take back your rude words, so that we can go to see your father.”
Aonghas met Mason’s gaze trying to resist the templars demand but it wasn’t long before he dropped his own gaze and muttered the demanded apology.
Part Three:
“I wish you felt that you could be honest with me, little brother.” Fergus had corned Aonghas after Mason revealed the truth about Aonghas behavior. Mason had said many good things about Aonghas first; about how hard he had studied and how advanced he was for his age and his seemly nature ability to do just about anything.
Mason then shared the less desirable behavior; how Aonghas was caught on occasion in places he wasn’t suppose to be; Aonghas’ theft racket that netted him a fair amount of coin; even how he repeatedly bullied others into bending to his will with threat of bodily harm. When Mason informed Aonghas’ parents that his actions had landed the lad in lock up on four separate occasions; Eleanor was not pleased and she had turned to her youngest son and pointedly told him that she hadn’t raised him to behave in such a manner. Bryce hadn’t said anything other than to thank Mason for his report and after Mason left Bryce left the room without speaking, but he carried Mason’s journal with him. Eleanor had more than enough to say for the both of them and Aonghas’ head and ears were aching by the time she dismissed him.
Aonghas stood rubbing his temples as he answered his brother, “I just want to leave it in the past, Fergus.”
Aonghas’ brother nodded before speaking, “I can understand that but surely you know the way you behaved at the tower was wrong.”
“I did what I needed to survive.”
“And then some obviously. You broke so many rules and endangered so many people.”
“I may have broken rules but I never endangered anybody! The things I did, did not permanently harm anybody.”
“There are things worse than physical scars, Aonghas.”
“What do you want from me, Fergus?”
“Some evidence that you know that your actions were wrong.”
“I did what I had to. I don’t regret any of it.”
Fergus turned on his heel and walked away from his brother with an angry scowl on his face. “Father will have to deal with you.”
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Part Two:
Aonghas felt a little uncomfortable as he thought about the partial truths he had told his brother. It wasn’t until a couple weeks later when Knight Templar Mason came to visit that Aonghas began to realize his error in not being straight forward with his brother.
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Aonghas and Ser Gilmore faced off in the practice yard with their wooden shields and swords. Ser Gilmore’s face was nearly scarlet as he glared at the seventeen year old youngest son of Teyrn Bryce Cousland. The Teyrn had asked Ser Gilmore to help train the adolescent and things had been going fairly well until the younger man happened to overhear the squire and Fergus Cousland discussing how surprised they were that Aonghas still had skill in arms after five years in the tower. Fergus had told Ser Gilmore that things had been arranged so that Aonghas could continue his skills. Roland Gilmore had mentioned that obviously Aonghas still practiced his less desirable skills as well, to which Fergus had looked disgusted. “Typical behavior of the spoiled youngest child of a noble family, isn’t it?” The two had laughed and Fergus had thrown his arm around the squire and hugged him to his side as if they were brothers.
Ser Gilmore knew that Aonghas had overheard and seen them when Aonghas glared at him fiercely and spoke in his most disrespectful sneering tone of voice. “Well if it isn’t Ser Suck Up, gracing this lowly youngest son of a noble with his bloody traitorous presence. It’s a wonder Fergus can even stand to look at your ugly face.”
“At least I haven’t given him cause to be ashamed of me. Can you say the same, Aonghas?”
Aonghas rushed forward and slammed his shield against the squire’s shield and the resulting crack of the colliding shields caused Aonghas’ adrenaline to surge and he stepped slightly out from behind his shield and dropped down to bring his sword into contact with Ser Gilmore left thigh muscle. Aonghas hadn’t expected the blow to land so he used his full strength and Aonghas cringed as he heard Ser Roland Gilmore’s cry of agony. Despite being surprised at his success Aonghas didn’t give but a moment pause before kicking Roland’s dropped sword out of reach and then knocking the man’s shield aside to bring the point of his sword to press against Ser Gilmore’s neck. “Yield and apologize for what you said. “
Roland glared up at Aonghas, “You apologize and take back your words first.”
“I’m the one holding a sword to your throat.” The sword pressed uncomfortably against the center of Roland’s throat. “Take back what you said and yield!”
“That’s enough, young man. Remove your sword from his throat and take back your words now, Aonghas.” Aonghas turned his head and looked across the training yard at Knight Templar Mason. The man who had haunted Aonghas’ time at the tower strode purposefully across the yard to stand beside them. He fastened his glare on Aonghas before speaking, “I see you’re still trying to control your environment. You insulted Ser Gilmore and he is a trusted squire of your father. What do you think your father will have to say about this?” Mason gripped Aonghas’ right bicep at the same time that he wrenched the wooden practice sword from the teens grip. Mason then dragged Aonghas a step away from his victim. Aonghas tried to break free, but Mason’s grip on his arm remained firm.
“You have nothing to do with this, Ser. It is a thing between Roland and me.”
“Lord Bryce will be furious that he injured me in a practice bout!” Ser Roland Gilmore struggled to his feet. “I probably shouldn’t have said what I did but there are rules about practice bouts. The foremost of which is to pull back your blows so nobody gets injured. Aonghas has obviously forgotten that rule.”
Aonghas tried to shake off Mason’s grip again but the templar wouldn’t let go and the man’s grip tightened causing Aonghas to gasp in pain, “You’re hurting me again, Ser Mason. Let me go.”
“I’m not letting you go until I hear you take back your words and apologize to Ser Gilmore.”
“You have no control over me here. I refuse to bootlick you anymore.”
“Bootlick me? When have you ever done anything remotely close to bootlicking? Every moment at the tower that you weren’t buried in your books you were doing everything you could to break rules and cause problems. Irving and I did everything we could to keep you under Greagoir’s notice but you still managed to raise his suspicion on any number of occasions.”
“I thought he behaved himself in the tower.”
“Telling lies, Aonghas? I’m here to report to your father. I certainly hope my account doesn’t contradict what you told him.”
Aonghas lips pouted and his tone was full of petulance, “I haven’t told my father anything. He hasn’t asked.”
“Wise of him to wait for my report and not give you the opportunity to lie to him. So who have you lied to? Eleanor?” Aonghas shook his head in the negative. “Your brother?”
“I haven’t really lied to him. I just didn’t tell him everything.”
“Right I’m sure that will make it all right with him.” Roland said sarcastically.
“Shut up, Roland,” exclaimed Aonghas before crying out in pain as the grip on his arm tightened.
“Listen up, young man; I don’t have much time to waste on your antics. Apologize to Roland and take back your rude words, so that we can go to see your father.”
Aonghas met Mason’s gaze trying to resist the templars demand but it wasn’t long before he dropped his own gaze and muttered the demanded apology.
Part Three:
“I wish you felt that you could be honest with me, little brother.” Fergus had corned Aonghas after Mason revealed the truth about Aonghas behavior. Mason had said many good things about Aonghas first; about how hard he had studied and how advanced he was for his age and his seemly nature ability to do just about anything.
Mason then shared the less desirable behavior; how Aonghas was caught on occasion in places he wasn’t suppose to be; Aonghas’ theft racket that netted him a fair amount of coin; even how he repeatedly bullied others into bending to his will with threat of bodily harm. When Mason informed Aonghas’ parents that his actions had landed the lad in lock up on four separate occasions; Eleanor was not pleased and she had turned to her youngest son and pointedly told him that she hadn’t raised him to behave in such a manner. Bryce hadn’t said anything other than to thank Mason for his report and after Mason left Bryce left the room without speaking, but he carried Mason’s journal with him. Eleanor had more than enough to say for the both of them and Aonghas’ head and ears were aching by the time she dismissed him.
Aonghas stood rubbing his temples as he answered his brother, “I just want to leave it in the past, Fergus.”
Aonghas’ brother nodded before speaking, “I can understand that but surely you know the way you behaved at the tower was wrong.”
“I did what I needed to survive.”
“And then some obviously. You broke so many rules and endangered so many people.”
“I may have broken rules but I never endangered anybody! The things I did, did not permanently harm anybody.”
“There are things worse than physical scars, Aonghas.”
“What do you want from me, Fergus?”
“Some evidence that you know that your actions were wrong.”
“I did what I had to. I don’t regret any of it.”
Fergus turned on his heel and walked away from his brother with an angry scowl on his face. “Father will have to deal with you.”
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Here's a bit of a romantic tease male/male.
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The Last of the Ferelden Grey Wardens and their companions had pitched their camp within half a day of the Circle of Magi. Leliana entertained the party with her gifted lute while Alistair squatted by the large stew pot making dinner. As Alistair gave his full attention to Leliana he felt a brush against his left side and then he felt breath against his left ear and a chest pressed against his arm as words whispered in his ear. “Did I ever tell you how handsome you are and how cooking makes you look sexy.” Alistair reared up his face brilliant red and as he stood staring down at Aonghas with a look of shock on his face he began to tremble. Aonghas sat on the ground where Alistair had accidentally knocked him when he stood in such a rush. “Maybe I was out of line.” Aonghas struggled to his feet and walked away from Alistair, a smirk playing across his lips once his back was to the older man.
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Alistair watched wide-eyed as Aonghas walked away and then he looked around quickly to find everybody avoiding his gaze. Alistair turned away and slipped into the woods where he leaned unsteadily against a tree just out of view of the camp. He could feel a stirring within him as he reviewed the words Aonghas had whispered to him. Surely Aonghas had just been making fun of him. The two of them were constantly fighting and he was sure that Aonghas only tolerated him because they needed each other. Yet what if Aonghas really meant what he had said. Alistair heard a rustling and he peeked around the tree to see Aonghas slowly walking towards him. He moved out from behind the tree and waited for the younger man to stop in front of him. The two stood staring for the longest time and Alistair could feel the heat in his face even as Aonghas’ face flushed pink.
Finally Aonghas spoke, “Was I out of line, Alistair?” Alistair felt unable to speak but he shook his head in the negative. “Oh, good to know, because I was worried you were going to take a stick to me for what I said. I better get back to camp.”
Alistair grabbed Aonghas’ arm and pulled him back around to face him before releasing him. He gazed down at Aonghas and asked hesitantly. “Is this your way of telling me you are interested in me?”
“My lips are sealed,” smirked Aonghas.
“Oh, I get it. I’ll get it out of you, yet.” Alistair smiled as he saw the younger man shiver at his promise. “So… is this the part where I get to say the same?”
Alistair watched as the color rose in Aonghas’ cheeks but his voice belied his feelings. “Not unless you don’t think so.”
“Oh, I think so. I’ll just spring it on you when it’s a surprise.” Alistair laughed and grinned at Aonghas before heading back to camp. He could feel Aonghas watching him intently and when he turned to look back Aonghas was standing where he left him with a look of bewilderment on his face. Chuckling Alistair turned away determined to consistently regain the upper hand no matter how often Aonghas tried to shake his composure.
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The Blush of New Love
Alistair followed closely on Aonghas’ heels as the two left Wynne and Ser Gilmore talking to Knight Commander Greagoir and First Enchanter Irving. Aonghas stopped suddenly and Alistair bumped him, but as the younger man staggered Alistair grabbed him quickly around the waist to prevent him from falling. The two stood for a moment with Alistair’s arm holding Aonghas hard against Alistair’s front. “I’m alright now, Alistair. You can let me go.” Alistair tightened his arm a fraction before releasing Aonghas. Aonghas turned to face him and gave him a grin, “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” Alistair could smell the fragrance of the rose he had given Aonghas in the air and he couldn’t help but run his eyes over Aonghas’ robe clad form looking for where the younger man had the rose stashed. Alistair knew the scent of that rose for he had carried it for months. He didn’t bother answering Aonghas but he chuckled as he watched the color rise in Aonghas’ cheeks. He had been surprised at Aonghas’ reaction to him checking Aonghas out for the first time and in that moment Alistair had felt a sense of power that confused him while exciting him at the same time. The younger man had blushed just as prettily as he was at this moment. “Right well, we should get moving.” Alistair grinned at Aonghas’ flustered speech and gestured for Aonghas to lead the way.
A few hours later with their business finished at the Circle of Magi the entire group settled in at the Spoiled Princess. Alistair laughed as he watched Oghren trying to get Majestic to do tricks, but the dog just kept looking at Oghren and whining in confusion so that the dwarf tried to show him what he was suppose to do. Aonghas entered the main room at that moment and Alistair’s attention was drawn to the younger man. Alistair took a deep breath and then walked to Aonghas and pulled him into a nearby more private corner of the Inn to speak to him.
As their discussion came to a close and Alistair got a positive response from Aonghas he spoke glibly. “So… I fooled you, did I? Good to know.” Alistair leaned down and pressed his lips to Aonghas’ and as he rubbed his tongue lightly against the younger mans pale lips they parted so he could slip his tongue into the deep recesses of Aonghas’ mouth. Alistair was surprised when the younger mans knees nearly gave out and Alistair responded quickly by wrapping his arms firmly around the younger man and holding him up so that he could continue to slowly kiss those pale lips. Alistair could feel himself trembling as his body heated up with the intense kiss and he could feel Aonghas trembling in his arms as he continued to forcefully thrust his tongue against his fellow grey wardens tongue. Finally Alistair pulled his head back disengaging their lips but still holding on to Aonghas, “That… that wasn’t to soon was it?”
Alistair smiled as he watched a flushed and flustered Aonghas struggle to recover enough to speak. When Aonghas finally spoke it was in a whispered voice that was full of challenge. “I don’t know. I need more testing to be sure.”
Alistair laughed and leaned down and whispered against Aonghas’ lips just barely touching their lips together, “Well, I’ll have to arrange that, then, won’t I?” Aonghas pushed himself up on his toes and brushed his lips lightly against Alistair’s. Alistair leaned back and stared down at the younger man. “Makers breath, but you are enticing, I am a lucky man.” Alistair could feel Aonghas shiver at his words and he felt himself shiver in response, before leading Aonghas to the room Alistair had rented for the two of them.
Alistair closed the door firmly behind him and stared at Aonghas who stood shivering next to the bed. Alistair felt his own body quaking as he slowly moved to Aonghas; wrapping Aonghas in his arms he held the younger man as both of their bodies shivered in a combination of anticipation and fear. Alistair could almost hear Aonghas teeth knocking together and he leaned down and gripped Aonghas’ chin to press their lips together for a moment. Alistair pulled Aonghas down to sit on the bed with him before wrapping that trembling and shaking body in his arms once more.
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Aonghas couldn’t stop the chattering of his teeth or the shivering of his body as Alistair held him tightly as they sat on the bed. Aonghas took a deep shuddering breath and some of the trembling stopped but as Alistair pressed him backwards onto the bed so that they were stretched out with Alistair laying half on and half off of him he could feel the shivering return in full force. Aonghas could feel Alistair shaking against him and then he felt Alistair’s chest expand against half of his own chest as he took a breath to speak. “I think it’s too soon for this. Let’s just hold each other this time.” Aonghas swallowed hard, almost in relief, before nodding. Alistair smiled at him and rolled onto his back and pulled Aonghas over so that he could lay half on and half off Alistair. Aonghas pressed his face into Alistair’s neck and began to relax. Before either had stopped shivering they both fell soundly asleep.
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The travelers were done quickly at the Circle of Magi and headed back to Orzammar.
A week had passed since the Grey Wardens and companions had returned to Orzammar. During the week they had enjoyed proving themselves champions. They had fought in the unofficial and official contests of the Proving that honored the previous King.
Aonghas pulled himself out of another terrifying dream before he could begin screaming. He had gotten better at waking himself up before the dreams could overwhelm him. The Grey Warden grunted as he sat up and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed, slowly he raised his hands and even in the dim light he could see them shaking. Aonghas heaved a great sigh and had started to lie down again when he spotted the book he had been reading. Aonghas picked up the book and gently ran his hands over the leather binding and then he opened to the center of the book where two pieces of parchment rested firmly against each other. Carefully he pulled the parchment apart and a pressed rose slipped out onto Aonghas’ lap. Aonghas picked up the rose with a trembling hand and carefully placed it between the parchment sheets and restored them to the center of the book, as he set the book on the bedside table again he spoke softly. “Was it right of me to use another’s emotional needs to obtain the power I seek?” Aonghas sighed deeply and then spoke aloud to the room once more. “Tomorrow I will make a choice about who to support.”
Aonghas stood and pulled on his breeches; he then gave Majestic a pat, “Stay here and be a good boy.” Majestic settled down again at the foot of Aonghas’ bed.
Aonghas slipped into the hall barefoot and silently approached Alistair’s door. He stood there unsure if he was ready for this. They had tried to be together that night at Lake Calenhad but they had both been too nervous and had settled for falling asleep in each other arms. Nothing had happened then, but the next few weeks were spent kissing each other to the point of aching arousal. Aonghas sighed deeply and was about to go back to his room when the door opened. Aonghas met Alistair’s smoldering stare that sent a thrill of excitement down his spine. Neither spoke but after a time Alistair cupped a hand behind Aonghas’ head and pulled him into the room, closing the door firmly behind them.
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The Last of the Ferelden Grey Wardens and their companions had pitched their camp within half a day of the Circle of Magi. Leliana entertained the party with her gifted lute while Alistair squatted by the large stew pot making dinner. As Alistair gave his full attention to Leliana he felt a brush against his left side and then he felt breath against his left ear and a chest pressed against his arm as words whispered in his ear. “Did I ever tell you how handsome you are and how cooking makes you look sexy.” Alistair reared up his face brilliant red and as he stood staring down at Aonghas with a look of shock on his face he began to tremble. Aonghas sat on the ground where Alistair had accidentally knocked him when he stood in such a rush. “Maybe I was out of line.” Aonghas struggled to his feet and walked away from Alistair, a smirk playing across his lips once his back was to the older man.
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Alistair watched wide-eyed as Aonghas walked away and then he looked around quickly to find everybody avoiding his gaze. Alistair turned away and slipped into the woods where he leaned unsteadily against a tree just out of view of the camp. He could feel a stirring within him as he reviewed the words Aonghas had whispered to him. Surely Aonghas had just been making fun of him. The two of them were constantly fighting and he was sure that Aonghas only tolerated him because they needed each other. Yet what if Aonghas really meant what he had said. Alistair heard a rustling and he peeked around the tree to see Aonghas slowly walking towards him. He moved out from behind the tree and waited for the younger man to stop in front of him. The two stood staring for the longest time and Alistair could feel the heat in his face even as Aonghas’ face flushed pink.
Finally Aonghas spoke, “Was I out of line, Alistair?” Alistair felt unable to speak but he shook his head in the negative. “Oh, good to know, because I was worried you were going to take a stick to me for what I said. I better get back to camp.”
Alistair grabbed Aonghas’ arm and pulled him back around to face him before releasing him. He gazed down at Aonghas and asked hesitantly. “Is this your way of telling me you are interested in me?”
“My lips are sealed,” smirked Aonghas.
“Oh, I get it. I’ll get it out of you, yet.” Alistair smiled as he saw the younger man shiver at his promise. “So… is this the part where I get to say the same?”
Alistair watched as the color rose in Aonghas’ cheeks but his voice belied his feelings. “Not unless you don’t think so.”
“Oh, I think so. I’ll just spring it on you when it’s a surprise.” Alistair laughed and grinned at Aonghas before heading back to camp. He could feel Aonghas watching him intently and when he turned to look back Aonghas was standing where he left him with a look of bewilderment on his face. Chuckling Alistair turned away determined to consistently regain the upper hand no matter how often Aonghas tried to shake his composure.
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The Blush of New Love
Alistair followed closely on Aonghas’ heels as the two left Wynne and Ser Gilmore talking to Knight Commander Greagoir and First Enchanter Irving. Aonghas stopped suddenly and Alistair bumped him, but as the younger man staggered Alistair grabbed him quickly around the waist to prevent him from falling. The two stood for a moment with Alistair’s arm holding Aonghas hard against Alistair’s front. “I’m alright now, Alistair. You can let me go.” Alistair tightened his arm a fraction before releasing Aonghas. Aonghas turned to face him and gave him a grin, “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” Alistair could smell the fragrance of the rose he had given Aonghas in the air and he couldn’t help but run his eyes over Aonghas’ robe clad form looking for where the younger man had the rose stashed. Alistair knew the scent of that rose for he had carried it for months. He didn’t bother answering Aonghas but he chuckled as he watched the color rise in Aonghas’ cheeks. He had been surprised at Aonghas’ reaction to him checking Aonghas out for the first time and in that moment Alistair had felt a sense of power that confused him while exciting him at the same time. The younger man had blushed just as prettily as he was at this moment. “Right well, we should get moving.” Alistair grinned at Aonghas’ flustered speech and gestured for Aonghas to lead the way.
A few hours later with their business finished at the Circle of Magi the entire group settled in at the Spoiled Princess. Alistair laughed as he watched Oghren trying to get Majestic to do tricks, but the dog just kept looking at Oghren and whining in confusion so that the dwarf tried to show him what he was suppose to do. Aonghas entered the main room at that moment and Alistair’s attention was drawn to the younger man. Alistair took a deep breath and then walked to Aonghas and pulled him into a nearby more private corner of the Inn to speak to him.
As their discussion came to a close and Alistair got a positive response from Aonghas he spoke glibly. “So… I fooled you, did I? Good to know.” Alistair leaned down and pressed his lips to Aonghas’ and as he rubbed his tongue lightly against the younger mans pale lips they parted so he could slip his tongue into the deep recesses of Aonghas’ mouth. Alistair was surprised when the younger mans knees nearly gave out and Alistair responded quickly by wrapping his arms firmly around the younger man and holding him up so that he could continue to slowly kiss those pale lips. Alistair could feel himself trembling as his body heated up with the intense kiss and he could feel Aonghas trembling in his arms as he continued to forcefully thrust his tongue against his fellow grey wardens tongue. Finally Alistair pulled his head back disengaging their lips but still holding on to Aonghas, “That… that wasn’t to soon was it?”
Alistair smiled as he watched a flushed and flustered Aonghas struggle to recover enough to speak. When Aonghas finally spoke it was in a whispered voice that was full of challenge. “I don’t know. I need more testing to be sure.”
Alistair laughed and leaned down and whispered against Aonghas’ lips just barely touching their lips together, “Well, I’ll have to arrange that, then, won’t I?” Aonghas pushed himself up on his toes and brushed his lips lightly against Alistair’s. Alistair leaned back and stared down at the younger man. “Makers breath, but you are enticing, I am a lucky man.” Alistair could feel Aonghas shiver at his words and he felt himself shiver in response, before leading Aonghas to the room Alistair had rented for the two of them.
Alistair closed the door firmly behind him and stared at Aonghas who stood shivering next to the bed. Alistair felt his own body quaking as he slowly moved to Aonghas; wrapping Aonghas in his arms he held the younger man as both of their bodies shivered in a combination of anticipation and fear. Alistair could almost hear Aonghas teeth knocking together and he leaned down and gripped Aonghas’ chin to press their lips together for a moment. Alistair pulled Aonghas down to sit on the bed with him before wrapping that trembling and shaking body in his arms once more.
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Aonghas couldn’t stop the chattering of his teeth or the shivering of his body as Alistair held him tightly as they sat on the bed. Aonghas took a deep shuddering breath and some of the trembling stopped but as Alistair pressed him backwards onto the bed so that they were stretched out with Alistair laying half on and half off of him he could feel the shivering return in full force. Aonghas could feel Alistair shaking against him and then he felt Alistair’s chest expand against half of his own chest as he took a breath to speak. “I think it’s too soon for this. Let’s just hold each other this time.” Aonghas swallowed hard, almost in relief, before nodding. Alistair smiled at him and rolled onto his back and pulled Aonghas over so that he could lay half on and half off Alistair. Aonghas pressed his face into Alistair’s neck and began to relax. Before either had stopped shivering they both fell soundly asleep.
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The travelers were done quickly at the Circle of Magi and headed back to Orzammar.
A week had passed since the Grey Wardens and companions had returned to Orzammar. During the week they had enjoyed proving themselves champions. They had fought in the unofficial and official contests of the Proving that honored the previous King.
Aonghas pulled himself out of another terrifying dream before he could begin screaming. He had gotten better at waking himself up before the dreams could overwhelm him. The Grey Warden grunted as he sat up and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed, slowly he raised his hands and even in the dim light he could see them shaking. Aonghas heaved a great sigh and had started to lie down again when he spotted the book he had been reading. Aonghas picked up the book and gently ran his hands over the leather binding and then he opened to the center of the book where two pieces of parchment rested firmly against each other. Carefully he pulled the parchment apart and a pressed rose slipped out onto Aonghas’ lap. Aonghas picked up the rose with a trembling hand and carefully placed it between the parchment sheets and restored them to the center of the book, as he set the book on the bedside table again he spoke softly. “Was it right of me to use another’s emotional needs to obtain the power I seek?” Aonghas sighed deeply and then spoke aloud to the room once more. “Tomorrow I will make a choice about who to support.”
Aonghas stood and pulled on his breeches; he then gave Majestic a pat, “Stay here and be a good boy.” Majestic settled down again at the foot of Aonghas’ bed.
Aonghas slipped into the hall barefoot and silently approached Alistair’s door. He stood there unsure if he was ready for this. They had tried to be together that night at Lake Calenhad but they had both been too nervous and had settled for falling asleep in each other arms. Nothing had happened then, but the next few weeks were spent kissing each other to the point of aching arousal. Aonghas sighed deeply and was about to go back to his room when the door opened. Aonghas met Alistair’s smoldering stare that sent a thrill of excitement down his spine. Neither spoke but after a time Alistair cupped a hand behind Aonghas’ head and pulled him into the room, closing the door firmly behind them.
