@AbsoluteApril - That's cute! I love your drawing stile! Do you draw with colors (colored pencils), too, or do you do strictly black and white? I was just wondering because I cannot get the hang of adding color...I loose all depth. I just can't figure out how to do it with out making everything look flat! If you do colors, too, you MUST teach me the secret!
I actually finished my fill for this week's prompt in decent time! I'm still a bit rusty with writing; it has been quite a number of years since I've written short stories. I used to write them all the time, though, so I'm hoping to hone in on the skills I once posessed. Bear with me. And, once again, I'm including an illustration...just because I love to draw.
Edit: I know that either Alistair is abnormally tall or my elf is really short...I didn't notice until the drawing was almost finished and I really didn't want to change it as I had all ready put some good work into it and didn't want to mess things up (as that tends to be the kind of luck I have).
Everyone Has a Past "We need to talk," Alistair demanded rather abruptly as he stomped over to where Rayne was sitting and enjoying her dinner. Rayne knew that look. Alistair's arms were crossed, one eyebrow was raised ridiculously high and his lips were pursed into a deep frown. She had always thought this look on him was incredibly sexy, but she was also glad it had never been directed at her…until now.
Rayne closed her eyes and let out a sigh; "Can it wait? I don't want to spoil my appetite." She took one last bite of her food before Alistair could get a response in. She wasn't necessarily trying to be pert, but it had been Leliana's night to cook and the meal was actually quite edible for once. Rayne thought briefly about shoving a spoonful of the food into Alistair's mouth as a desperate attempt at distraction, but she didn't think that would go over as well as she hoped. She knew what Alistair was planning on talking about and she wasn't too eager to have that conversation just yet.
"I'd like to talk about it NOW." Alistair was clearly getting more annoyed. He was probably more annoyed than he was angry, but Rayne knew that she had better suck it up before she made Alistair more angry at her than he was at the situation. This was something that was obviously important to him if he was unwilling to make jokes about it.
"All right," Rayne set her bowl aside, stood up, and looked at him expectantly. Her head didn't quite come up to his shoulders, but it still felt less intimidating than sitting. "What's on your mind?"
"WHAT in Andraste's HOLY ASHES where you THINKING letting that SLEAZY, no-good assassin join our group?!" Alistair's arms flailed wildly about as he spoke. If he hadn't been so angry, it would have been quite comical. Or maybe that's what made it comical. Rayne didn't know which.
"Well, what would you have had me do, Alistair? Kill him? I don't think I have the right to make that call considering the circumstances. Or maybe I should have let YOU do the job? Could you really have done something like that?"
Alistair's tone mellowed down a little, but there was still an edge to it. "Me? I…no. What do you mean 'considering the circumstances'?"
Rayne paced back and forth in front of her fellow Warden as she responded, "I mean he wasn't acting for himself, was he? He was hired by Loghain and Howe."
"Exactly," Alistair crossed his arms over his chest again. "So what's going to stop him from making another attempt? You're practically inviting him to it…'Oh, here you go, Zevran. Let me make it easy for you so that you can kill us all in our sleep. But please, help yourself to some cheese and wine first!'"
"There's wine? How come nobody told me we had any?" Rayne feigned ignorance. Alistair just rolled his eyes. "In all seriousness, Alistair, I trust him. He seemed really sincere about wanting a way out of the Crows. I usually have a knack for reading people."
Alistair scoffed, "Please don't tell me you are putting our lives on the line based on a feeling? On…woman's intuition? I haven't been one to question your authority, but you really seemed to know what you were doing up until this point. The guy seems to enjoy killing just for the fun of it, for Maker's sake!"
Rayne frowned. She was trying to figure out how to explain this to him- how to make him understand. Everything made sense to her, but she couldn't quite get her thoughts and feelings into accurate enough words to really get the point across. She pressed her fingertips to her forehead and closed her eyes. Ugh! How do the Bards and Poets do it?
"Zevran and I had a talk before we set up camp for the night. He told me about his past. It's…not too pretty. To sum it up, his mom had to **** herself out to support them and when she died, he was raised by the other prostitutes until the age of seven when he was sold to the Crows. The things they made him do…The thing is, Alistair, I can see how he ended up where he is today…"
Alistair's expression softened and he asked in a gentle tone, "This isn't just about Zevran, is it?"
Rayne shook her head, "Hearing his story made me think about how easy something like that could happen to any one of us…how outside circumstances shape who we are and what we become. Life wasn't exactly a bowl of peaches growing up in the Alienage. To this day, I don't regret killing Vaughan for what he had done to Shianni and the others." Rayne looked up into Alistair's eyes, "It…felt GOOD…and that scares me a little. Really, I could have easily become what Zevran had become. If Duncan hadn't recruited me, who knows what would have happened?"
"But you didn't chose to go down that path," Alistair insisted.
"Right!" Rayne grabbed Alistair's hands for emphasis, "Because I was given another OPTION. Zevran didn't have that before…or if he did, he was too young to know it or to understand. Shouldn't he be given that option NOW?"
Alistair put his hand on Rayne's shoulder, "You're right. I should have known that you had a good reason. I'm sorry if bringing this up brought back painful memories."
Rayne smiled up at him. "It's okay, Alistair. My past has shaped who I am today. I shouldn't forget that. - And if I do end up sorely mistaken about all of this and Zevran does make another attempt, we can always just kill him," she winked.
"Deal." Alistair smiled back.
Rayne poked him in the ribs, "Good. Now I expect you to be on your best behavior and for you two to become best friends, do you hear me?"
"Riiight. And I'm the bastard son of a king," Alistair retorted with a glint in his eye. "Oh, wait…"
He was back to making jokes. Rayne smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
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). You MUST play the Fable games. They are amazing. Then, of course, we finally come to Dragon Age: Origins. My dad had suggested it to me. I got it for PS3 and LOVED it (I won't go into that too much as that is why I am here, so it should be pretty self explanitory). That wasn't enough, though. I knew there were mods for games...so I traided my game PS3 copy in to help purchase the Ultimate Edition for PC...I'm in deep now and can't go back! lol.
