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[Maria13]

[Is drunk...] Please excuse the immodesty but I recently finished www.fanfiction.net/s/5885435/76/Dark_Ritual Dark Ritual...

[rak72]

Congratulations, Maria

[Maricsblade]

Congrats!!!!

[ShimmeringDjinn]

This page needs some

[java_jive_girl]

Hey, everyone. Sorry for being MIA for a bit. Last week was my 7th anniversary so my husband and I took some time to ourselves, sans kids. I've also been trying to kick this lingering cold...ugh.

Welcome to SD and Eiona...and anyone else I may have missed...I'm still a bit out of it, sorry!

@Rage - I absolutely love your writing! Great job on the tavern scene. I'm sad I missed that one...there's so much potential for ideas there!

[ShimmeringDjinn]

java_jive_girl wrote...

Hey, everyone. Sorry for being MIA for a bit. Last week was my 7th anniversary so my husband and I took some time to ourselves, sans kids. I've also been trying to kick this lingering cold...ugh.

Welcome to SD and Eiona...and anyone else I may have missed...I'm still a bit out of it, sorry!

@Rage - I absolutely love your writing! Great job on the tavern scene. I'm sad I missed that one...there's so much potential for ideas there!

Congratulaions on your anniversary java, and thank you for the welcome

[rak72]

Happy anniversary!

[RagingCyclone]

Thanks, Java. And Happy Anniversary!

[Maria13]

Thanks Rak and Ali's!

Happy anniversary Java... A second honeymoon is always a good idea... Relationships are like muscles, they need exercise!

[Chernaya]

Congrats and thanks for the welcome. Also, nice picture SD!

[Maricsblade]

Sorry it's a bit late…



This week's prompt is "Everything in its right place"

Modifié par alisgirl, 02 octobre 2011 - 02:21 .

[RagingCyclone]

alisgirl...somehow a story I recently wrote fits that prompt. I give you...The Proposal...

The Proposal…
Metal clicked against stone as the warrior stormed down the hallways of the castle heading to the king’s study. She had just finished her daily retinue of sword practice in the courtyard, and she had received a message from the king delivered by a page. She had not even taken the time to remove her armor, and she was beginning to regret it as she was sweaty and her hair kept running into her eyes. Since her gauntlets were still on she kept blowing trying to keep her hair from blurring her vision. When she reached the door to the king’s study she didn’t bother to knock instead slamming it open.
“Alistair, what is so…” She paused to blow her hair, but it didn’t work. “Alistair, what is…oh sod it…” she worked frantically trying to get her gauntlets off and became frustrated in the process. Her hair was completely blurring her vision. She felt his fingers slide through her hair and brush it to the side. She looked at him, and he was wearing his usual charming smile. He began helping her with her gauntlets, and her hair started to fall back into her eyes.
“You could have gotten your armor off before coming up here,” he said.
“The page said it was urgent and to see you right away,” Maggie replied blowing on the hair that had fallen back into her eyes. “And since I am here, remind me that if I ever get a fool notion to get an Orlesian style haircut again to remember this moment.” She began blowing again.
“I like the way your hair looks,” he said working on the buckles of her gauntlets.
“Maybe you should have your hair cut this way,” she grinned. “I really do not know what I was thinking when I had it done like this.” She blew again. He slid the gauntlets off her hands, then the arm plating, and began working on the buckles of her breastplate. She raised her right arm while he worked the side buckles. “So while you are doing that why don’t you tell me what was so urgent.”
“I received word today about your cousin,” he replied.
“And?” she said and used her left hand to wipe her hair from her eyes. “Are he and Leliana still planning on being here next week?”
“Nope,” he replied working intently on an uncooperative buckle. “They will be here on the morrow. Apparently it took a week for the note to get here.”
“On the morrow?!” She turned around, and one of the metal clasps caught his finger. He tried to keep up with her as she kept turning to face him. “I’m not ready for them to be here tomorrow! We don’t have a banquet planned…my dresses are not back from cleaning…I…”
“Will you stop turning? You are going to rip my finger off,” he protested.
“What? Oh…sorry,” she said and stopped.
“Thank you.” He sucked his wrenched finger. “That hurt.”
“Are you sure they are going to be here tomorrow?” she asked as she tried to shimmy out of the breastplate. “Can you get the other side, please? My chest is too big to slip out of this thing”
“Just hold on,” he replied as he started on the left side buckles. “And hold still. I like having all of my fingers.”
“So what are we going to do? It’s the first time they’ll have been back since their wedding.” She took in a deep breath. “They don’t know about us!” She started to turn around again.
“Will you please hold still? And relax. I’ve already taken care of the arrangements. We don’t need a big banquet…they’re not really big banquet types anyway. I don’t like big banquets.” He got the last buckle undone and helped her remove the breastplate. Her undershirt was wet with sweat and clung to her skin. Her breasts were medium sized but appeared larger on her athletically slim frame. He felt his member begin to stiffen.
“But I still don’t have clean dresses while they are here. I swear those cleaning servants…” she paused when she caught him staring at her. “Alistair….Alistair…ALISTAIR!”
“What?” he asked looking up to her face. She rolled her eyes at him.
“Would you be so kind as to help me with my greaves? And don’t get any funny ideas back there either.” She smiled her devilish smile at him.
“What ideas? I was just noticing…um…you didn’t wear leathers under your armor.”
“I was being lazy today. Besides I already told you I will not lay with you until we become betrothed…and only if and when that happens will I allow you to ravish me.”
He unbuckled her greaves and helped her remove them. His member had a mind of its own having reached full erection when he saw that her underpants were the same as her undershirt. He desired her. He was looking at her posterior when he felt her hand lift his chin up.
“I can see there in no use talking to you now,” she smirked, and then grabbed his member through his breeches. “I’m going to leave and wash up. I’ll you two alone to figure things out. See you in a bit for supper? And perhaps we can actually talk more then?” He only nodded to her.
She left his study leaving her armor behind and proceeded to her rooms. When she passed a servant she asked him to bring cold water for her to bathe in. Soon after a woman filled her tub, and she asked to leave her alone. She stepped in the cold water and immersed her entire body. She was finding it more difficult each day to resist her urge to beg Alistair to take her. Today was the worst as she felt his member and wanted desperately to feel him inside her. But she had to stay strong. Her aunt had taught her that when she met the man she wanted to marry that delaying the physical needs would ensure a long lasting love. She hoped her aunt was right because she was not sure how much longer she could withstand her urges…or his. She finished bathing and dried herself off. She looked at what dresses she still had to wear. She had a habit of wearing the same dresses over and over despite having many to choose from. Tonight’s supper should not be unlike any normal night, and she picked a dress that would…she hoped…be visually appealing. If she was having trouble controlling her desires it was only fair that he should suffer too. She found one that had a deep plunging neckline that ended almost at her naval. This would do just nicely. She got dressed, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and smiled. It would do nicely indeed. But as she neared the door she remembered that her cousin and his wife would be here in the morrow, and her feelings of desire were replaced by feelings of anxiety. She went back to look through her dresses and found one that was very conservative. She changed dresses and left to join Alistair for supper.
To be continued…

Maggie arrived at the king's private dining room, but he was not yet there. She walked up to a servant who was setting the table to find out where he was.
"He has already been here, my lady," the young man answered.
"Where did he go? We were supposed to meet for supper."
"We were instructed to tell you when you arrived that he would meet you out on the terrace."
"Very well...and thank you," she replied.
She crossed the large room to the small hallway that led to the terrace. The long curtains were still drawn closed when she approached, but she could feel a slight breeze. Irritated she threw open the curtains to find the king in shiny new silverite armor kneeling on one bended knee and his head bowed low.
"Alistair, what are you doing?" she asked confused.
"I was waiting for you," he replied not looking up.
"And why are you kneeling like that?"
He reached out for her hand, and as he did he looked up at her. "There have been only a handful of people in my life that have really been special to me. People who looked out for me when I needed it even when I didn't realize I needed their help. Dan is the best friend a man could ever have. He was always there when I needed him, and with him was Leliana. Those two will always be special to me."
"Is this about tomorrow when they arrive? I've wanted to talk to you about that..."
"Please let me finish," he asked. She nodded. "There is Zevran who will always watch my back whether I ask it of him or not. Bann Teagan did it when I wasn't even aware he was doing it. These people are the world to me, but there is one person who stands out above all of them. You, Maggie. Like your cousin you are always helping me. You laugh at my jokes..."
"They're not always funny, you know."
"I know, but what I am trying to say is that you are always here for me. You helped me with my grief, help me make decisions when I feel myself questioning my ability as king. And...I also love you."
"And I love you Alistair."
"I will always love you, and I will always need you. I hope someday there might come a time when you will need me...Maker knows if or when that will happen...you are so smart and strong and beautiful...there are times I feel unworthy of your attention."
"What are you trying to say, Alistair?" she asked looking down at him. He seemed so vulnerable to her.
"Maker's Breath...I am horrible at this. I had this whole speech figured out in my head, and for the life of me I seem to have lost the words. Ok...so I am just going to skip right the heart of it...Maggie...will you marry me and become my queen?" He then pulled out from his waistband a gold ring. She looked at him with surprised shock. "Um...I hope you're speechless or this is really awkward."
"What...oh...yes...yes I'll marry you," she stammered. She leaned over and kissed him passionately. "I have wanted this for...well...since I first met you."
"You did?" he asked while he slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Yes....and you are more than worthy. I wander sometimes if I am worthy of you," she replied, tears forming in her eyes.
"Nonsense. These past three months have shown me the woman I have always dreamed of was right beside me...or in front of me...or behind me...or in the case of sword practice standing over me," he grinned at the last one. She let out a short giggle. "But I realized that you are the woman I want with me for as long as you will have me."
"And you have me, always." He stood up and she stood on her toes to kiss him again. "But I don't have anything to give you."
"You already did," he replied.
"But you gave me this beautiful ring...I don't know what I am supposed to give you."
"You...the smart one of this couple admitting to not knowing something?" he chuckled. She gave him a discerning look. "Saying yes was all the gift I could ever ask for...which I did ask for actually." She grinned at him and they kissed again.
"I can't wait to tell Dan and Fergus," she said then took a sharp breath. "Dan! They are going to be here tomorrow...we're still not ready...I'm excited and yet...what are we going to do?"
"Relax," he smiled. "I've already taken care of everything. Their rooms are prepared and..."
"Are you sure? This is a big thing...I need to get the right dress to wear when I tell him...I mean when we tell him...And you better dress in your finest...and we need a big dinner, and..."
"Maggie, relax please. It will all work out ok. You'll see. Trust me."
She gave him a worried smile. "If you say so. I'm just so excited and anxious. He's my brother and..."
"Don't you mean your cousin?" he said with a grin.
"Brother...cousin...you know what I mean. He's very important to me...and to you." She took another deep breath. "And Leliana...I didn't get a chance to really talk to her at their wedding. Will she like me? Please tell me she'll like me." Alistair shook his head and laughed. "Oh, I'm so happy you can find this funny. My nerves are wreaking havoc with me and you are laughing. Maybe I should have refused."
"No, no, no," he smiled. "You're my betrothed now. No taking it back." She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Leliana will love you. I do, Dan does, and she will too. You and he are so much alike she can't help but like you."
"I hope you're right," she replied and then punched him in the shoulder. "And that's for saying I'm like him."
"Ow! Maybe you're right...he is your brother."
"I'm just...excited and happy and nervous all at once. I've never felt like this before."
"Really? I feel like that on a daily basis," he said with a grin and drew her into a hug. "Everything will be fine."

To Be Continued...
Maggie spent that night restless. She trusted in Alistair that he had things taken care of, but she was still nervous about Dan and Leliana's arrival the next day. She apologized to her newly betrothed for not wanting to spend the night in wild passion, and she was relieved when he was understanding.
"You and Dan are the closest to being twins I have ever known," he told her.
"You think so?"
"You're the same age, grew up together as siblings, and have this uncanny resemblance to each other in your personalities. He really is your brother despite you both having different parents."
And so she spent the night trying to sleep, and found herself just before dawn in her nightgown standing on the balcony of her new bedchamber...the one she now shared with Alistair. He was sound asleep...something she envied him as she watched the sunrise. The man was comfortable in seeing his friends later that day, but she was still nervous about their arrival. She was excited about the news she would share with them, her engagement to the king she knew Dan would greatly enjoy. But there was still Leliana. As important as the she was to Dan, Maggie knew very little about the Orlesian. Sure she had been told stories about their adventures during the Blight, but the two women had only spoken briefly during the wedding, and there was the one night before when they first met that resulted in Maggie dragging Dan out of Leliana's room and back to his own with Leliana protesting the interruption. Looking back now Maggie was sure the woman would remember that first encounter with spite and perhaps a hatred. A cool breeze ushered the first rays of daylight, and Maggie wrapped her arms around herself. She hoped Alistair was right and she was wrong, and Leliana would like her. She felt dread, however, in that Leliana would not like her and drive a wedge between the so-called siblings.
The morning was a rush of activity. The newly betrothed couple broke their fast and set about preparing for their friends' arrival sometime that afternoon. Alistair oversaw the arrangements to his satisfaction, and on occasion would return to the main hallways Maggie had been pacing in. Her nerves were at an end, and the king did his best to calm her and alleviate her fears. When Dan and Leliana arrived, Maggie appeared calm as she always did, but inside she was second guessing everything she did. The two couples met in the courtyard, and then proceeded into the main lounge area of the castle.
"It's good to see you again, cousin," Maggie began when they had all found a place in the lounge area. It had a semblance of a small library with bookshelves along the outer walls with a small table in the center and chairs lined around it seating up to twelve. Off to one of the corners near the hearth were a few more chairs with a rug in front of the fireplace. It was in these where the two couples had resigned to.
"You too, Maggie," Dan replied. "It's good to come back and see you still here and happy."
"I am happy. In fact, I think I will be staying here for a long time," she grinned and then held Alistair's hand.
"Are you two...I mean..."
"Dan and Leliana, I would like you to see your future queen," Alistair replied grinning.
"That's so wonderful," Leliana began, "I was hoping we would come back to see you two together."
"You are?" Maggie asked the former bard. "I was afraid that...well...the first time we met I was not really...friendly."
"Nonsense. And besides I never blamed you for dragging Dan away...I blame him," she grinned and pointed at Alistair.
"Me?"
"It was your silly rule that was keeping us apart and driving us crazy. But enough about that. Maggie, we must get together and talk more...just the two of us. Dan has told me so many wonderful things about you. I really must get to know you better since we are now sisters."
"You mean cousins, right?" Alistair chimed in.
"Cousins...sisters...Dan thinks of Maggie as a sister, and I will do so as well," Leliana replied. Maggie's heart leapt in her chest, and her nerves calmed. Leliana's reaction was what she had hoped for but did not expect. "But come, Maggie, let's leave these two men alone and spend some time together."
"I would love to," Maggie said as the two women got up to leave. Each kissed their respective men, and then left together.
"Do you like shoes, Maggie?"
"I love shoes!"
"Then let's go shopping," Leliana said as the two women left the room. Dan and Alistair watched them depart, and then Dan placed his hand on his forehead.
"Well, better Maggie than me. I don't mind the shoes...but I hate shopping," Dan finally said.
"So what is this urgent matter you needed to see me about?" Alistair said. "I've kept from telling Maggie until I heard from you what was to important to have you delay settling in Gwaren."
"There was a Grey Warden emissary waiting for us when we reached Soldier's Peak after our wedding," Dan replied. "They want me to become the Warden Commander at Amaranthine. I am not sure it's something I want to do."
"Was it a command from Weisshaupt?" the king asked.
"Oddly no...it was a request."
"That is odd," the king agreed. "From what I know they are not real happy with how things turned out. I mean, they are happy that the Blight was ended quickly, but that we are both still alive and breathing when one of us should be dead has them a little...concerned."
"Do they suspect anything? Have they learned about what Morrigan did?"
"I don't think so. Plus that whole thing has me worried sometimes. But what do you plan to do?"
"Well, that is the thing I wanted to talk with you about," Dan said leaning forward in his chair. "They don't want me there in a permanent position. They have some Orlesian wardens coming to Amaranthine."
"That I know," Alistair started, "I approved their crossing the border last week."
"Well, there is also a Warden Commander coming from Orlais as well. But that person is tied up on a mission in the Deep Roads. The First Warden wants me to fill for the meantime since I was leading the army during the final battle against the Archdemon. The funny thing is that afterwards they are thanking me for my service to the wardens. That is the part that I don't understand. Are they saying that after the new commander arrives I am no longer a part of the order?"
"It would make sense. The letter I received was also...odd. A thanks to me as the king and to you as the general, but no real mention of either of us as wardens of the order. Did you tell the emissary that you would take the position?"
"I told her I would do what was necessary to help the wardens. She seemed...satisfied with that answer. There is something there I do not trust...something odd that I cannot place my finger on nor quite comprehend yet."
"This is where I wish Zevran was still around," Alistair stated. "He knows how to infiltrate and is a close confidant and friend."
"This is what I wanted to talk to you about...I'm already ahead of you. Zevran and Lyna are in Gwaren right now...they got married by the way..."
"They did?!" the king asked in shock. "When did that happen?"
"I think about a month ago. She took him to her clan, and they got married in a Dalish ceremony."
"Good for them," the king smiled. "I figured that woman would get Zevran tied down...though not quite by marriage..." the two men then laughed together at the shared joke. "But seriously, I am glad he was able to find the peace he was looking for. They are a great couple."
"I agree. Anyway, they are headed to Gwaren to help us with the transition. It won't be as bad as I thought it might be. There were a lot of refugees who went to Gwaren to find passage to the Free Marches. But a lot of them didn't have the coin to go, and eventually the cities there closed off their ports to refugee ships altogether. So there are a lot of people new to Gwaren that were from Lothering and other villages in the south that harbor no love for Loghain. But there is something else...what have you decided to do with Anora?"
Alistair leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand. "She's still in the tower. I really thought I might just leave her there. She can't do much harm while there."
"That's where you are wrong, my friend. Someone loyal to her has been getting messages out into the countryside. She doesn't have a lot of support because of what we did on top of Fort Drakon, but she does have some. Alistair," Dan leaned closer to the king and lowered his voice. "I would suggest executing her and eliminating any chance she has at garnering any more support. Have a trial if need be, she had to be complicit in her father's scheming during the Blight. But whatever you do I would suggest eliminating her...and soon."
"I can't just go killing her," Alistair stated. "Besides, she did help us in the Landsmeet."
"She only did that because she thought we would support her for queen. I don't trust her, Alistair. At least her father was devoted to his convictions however misguided they were, but she...it's your decision, and I can only tell you what I think you should do, but Alistair...I am telling you sooner or later she will need to be dealt with."
The men continued discussing matters of affairs for the future of Ferelden. Zevran, as Alistair learned, was going to help Leliana in Gwaren while Dan was in Amaranthine. But the elf and his bride then intended to help train new wardens, and aware of the letter to Dan had agreed to also act as a spy for the two heroes from the Blight. And Lyna, she was more than capable as a partner to help Zevran. The woman had talents even the two humans were unaware of. During the time the men talked, the two women, Maggie and Leliana, enjoyed the afternoon getting to know each other and shopping. Maggie returned home a very happy and relaxed woman. That night she spent in Alistair's bed, and the newly betrothed couple spent several hours in passion until they collapsed in each other's arms.

[Maricsblade]

Nice work, Rage :-) That Dan guy is all right.

[Maricsblade]

I'd planned to write something else, but realistically, I'm not going to get to it. Here's a drabble from Tumblr that, oddly enough, sort of fits this prompt. (I'd requested a prompt from @tsm and got "It's always the last place you look.")

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The key. The key…the Maker-damned key! Her mother always said she’d forget her head if it wasn’t screwed on. How she hated looking the fool in front of everyone. And lately, it seemed to happen at least once a week. She felt indignity begin to burn its way across her cheeks.

“Hold on a moment,” she said sheepishly. She began rummaging. Rummaging, as always, through packs large and small, looking for something she knew she couldn’t possibly have lost. And it always happened when they were in some place like this—some cave or abandoned temple that reeked of rodent droppings or rotting vegetation, or, on special days like today, putrid, days-old corpses crawling with flies.

No good. Andraste’s ass! She could practically hear their feet tapping.

“Perhaps you dropped it?” Zevran suggested. “You are always in such a hurry, my dear. You have too much on your mind. If you learned to relax, to slow down, this might not happen so often. I can—”

Alistair took a step toward the elf. “Leave her alone, Zev.”

He turned to her, and she felt a moment of relief. His manner was calm, kind, understanding. He must know where it was!

“Think, Elissa,” he said. “We only picked it up a few minutes ago. What could you have done with it? Remember what you did. Try to retrace your steps…”

Her expression soured, and he immediately knew he’d said the wrong thing.

Her blue eyes bored into him. “If I remembered what I did with it, it wouldn’t be lost, now, would it?” she hissed through gritted teeth.

He found himself holding his breath. Why was she so beautiful when she was angry? He’d watched Teagan break a magnificent colt once. The skittishness, the haughty glare, the flaring nostrils…of course the animal hadn’t had Elissa’s delicate flush, the one that spread from her cheeks to her neck and chest once she really got going…

He tried not to look. If she noticed, she’d grow even more vexed. But something glinted there. Metal. A bit of dark metal, once cold, now warm and forgotten against flawless, freckled, ivory skin.

He tugged her aside and shielded her from view. He leaned in, as if to whisper something in her ear, and she looked questioningly into his eyes. As his face grew near, she felt his thumb and index finger slip just under the edge of her leather breastplate.

“Hey! What are you—?” she demanded.

He drew back and gave her a triumphant grin as he twirled the key before her eyes. Her face fell, and his firebrand turned sheepish once more.

This, too, had happened before.

He leaned in again, and she felt his cheeky smile against her ear. “When will you learn, my love? It’s always in the last place you look.”

Modifié par alisgirl, 03 octobre 2011 - 02:09 .

[RagingCyclone]

alisgirl...love it. Only thing...he should have seen it sooner. ;P

and thanks.

[Maricsblade]

@Rage—You're right. Probably. But he *does* have to keep himself alive in those places full of creepy crawlies… ;-)

[moogie1963]

Good writting alisgirl and Rage. I liked it.

[Maricsblade]

Ty, moogie :-) Another German in our group? (Saw Bayern in your profile) Hmm, and our Merilsell seems to be missing lately…

Modifié par alisgirl, 05 octobre 2011 - 09:58 .

[moogie1963]

@ alisgirl Yes I am Baverian (German). I read all your story's about Alistair here and F.F Net.

[Maricsblade]

Welcome! (I think you're new?) :-)

Well, I guess if you read *all* of them, you must have liked them…so, thank you :-)

My husband and I got to spend several months in Germany last year for work…but not enough time in Bavaria! It is beautiful country though. We went to Neuschwanstein and to Munich for a few days, and fell in love with pretzels and Paulaner Hefeweizen. I know that's only touristy stuff, but I would go back tomorrow if I could, to get to know it better.

Modifié par alisgirl, 03 octobre 2011 - 09:50 .

[moogie1963]

@ alisgirl No I'm not new here. I'm not writing that often as my english is not good enough.I can read and understand most things but writing is more difficult for me. Nice that you already visited Bavaria.I can understand that you miss Pretzels and Hefeweizen,you really must have taste.
Your storys are really good,i love your style of writing.

[Maricsblade]

@moogie—(1) Well, I find that most foreigners who complain about their English actually speak/write very good English, and you are no exception… (2) Wishing for a good pretzel right now. Sigh. (3) Thanks!

I wish I could draw. I would create so much Alistair fanart. There's hardly anything anymore. The Alistair tag on Tumblr gets maybe five posts a day. Sad.

[java_jive_girl]

@alisgirl- I know what you mean about drawing! I feel that I'm probably stuck with only creating decent comic strip style pictures...there's so much more I wish I could do. It's frustrating...I envision in my head this beautiful scene that I simply MUST illustrate...but something gets lost in translation between my brain and my drawing hand...*sigh*

This customer that I helped at my work last night looked EXACTLY like Alistair! He was from Tennessee, though, so he had a southern accent. That in and of itself was rather charming, though...and I got to experience Alistair with a southern drawl and gentlemanly manners! lol. Ah...it was all I could to to keep from getting too giggly and embarrass myself. Just had to share that...because nobody I know personally would understand. The guys especially at my work would probably look at me with THAT look and say, "Ohhhh. You're a fangirl, huh?" Then I would lose all respect with them as a gamer, I'm sure. :-P

[Maricsblade]

@jjg—I guess that would be frustrating, but comic-strip style is cool! Look at Aimo, she's the most popular DA illustrator out there…

So I'm not the only one who keeps an eye out for RL Alistair? Every once in a while I'll catch sight of some strawberry blond—a waiter or IT guy, or maybe someone who works retail—but it's usually from the back, and when he turns around, he never looks anything like Alistair in the face. Sigh. It would have been hilarious if you HAD gotten all giggly on him, though, and had to explain why. ;-)

Meh, I've lost respect from *female* gamers for being a fangirl. Just. Don't. Care.

[Chernaya]

@Alisgirl - That was soooo cute! :'D I'm smiling like an idiot in a crowded public place right now because of the cuteness, but I don't care haha. It makes me want to try writing short stories. I have confidence in my spelling/grammar - just not how to put wording together to make it sound... not awkward. <-- bahaha, even that was sorta awkward sounding. But things like that inspire me, so I thank you ~

Oh yeah - and I am not ashamed to show my fangirl pride. If they don't like it, they can just get over it. It's too much fun! xD haha.

Modifié par EionaCousland, 05 octobre 2011 - 06:11 .