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[Sue]

Tankgirly, I have a copy of it but I can't find the actual DArt page for it.

[tankgirly]

Sue wrote...

Tankgirly, I have a copy of it but I can't find the actual DArt page for it.

This is good enough. Thank you so much for finding it.

*suddenly have the urge to put this on every page.*

Am going to go ahead and put this on my dA WebCam. Hope we will find the person who create the gif and I will ask the premission later.

Modifié par tankgirly, 23 avril 2011 - 06:46 .

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

Evindell wrote...
I don't really think so. I think at most he just talks about the pain and how "the memory lingers".

Except I do believe Bethany has banter with him asking if they still hurt, and he tells her she doesn't want to know the answer to that.

Ah, yes. Here it is:

• Bethany: So, the magister put lyrium in your skin?
• Fenris: So I'm told.
• Bethany: Does it hurt?
• Fenris: You do not want to know the answer to that.

Oh I remember that. It reminds me of how it sounds like he's telling a spooky story when he's replying to Merrill with that "carved into my flesh against my will" line.

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 23 avril 2011 - 06:42 .

[Helen0rz]

Pseudocognition wrote...

Helen0rz wrote...

so...no more discussion???

Not right now I guess, but I do have a question. Does Fenris mention the aversion to touch if you are not romancing him?

oh yeah...one of them went to bed I believe

and in my first Anders romancing pt, I don't recall Fenris ever really mentioning that specifically, like he would if you romance him...but it's like Evindell said, there's a banter for that

[Evindell]

In his banter with Bethany, though, he sounds more...resigned? Tired? Something. But, yeah. I remember when he has that banter with Merrill. I don't know how to properly describe his tone. Almost...malicious.

Poor Merrill. Everyone just hates on her...and I wouldn't even give her the knife...

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

I guess the banter does that job but... yeah, I do want to know the answer to that, actually, Fenris. I need the sordid details that you don't want to share because the rest doesn't seem to be affecting me. :|

[Evindell]

Pseudocognition wrote...

I guess the banter does that job but... yeah, I do want to know the answer to that, actually, Fenris. I need the sordid details that you don't want to share because the rest doesn't seem to be affecting me. :|

I might have felt the same way (I would take any reason to talk to Fenris some more ), but I guess I never thought of it while playing because DG already said on this thread-way back before the game was out-that, yes they hurt, but he doesn't really dwell on it, and its not important. So I *shrug* never thought about it....

But I don't know how much I would want to discuss how much pain I'm in every waking moment with someone else. lol. I think it would only make it seem worse.

Modifié par Evindell, 23 avril 2011 - 07:12 .

[Evindell]

Blah. I hate when my stupid posts don't show up until after I make another one...In other words: Sorry, double post

[Tashash]

*HackCoughShock* Just read two pages back that Mr Emery & Mr Ellis BOTH visit BSN.....Wow - brave men if they venture into their fan pages......

And I suddenly feel really nevervous about my Fanfic's....Ummmmmm, Sorry? Sadly even that cannot make me stop....

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

He doesn't need to say it, it would have come across in, for example, a scene (outside the romance) where he has a knee-jerk reaction to being touched by someone who is a friend (and who didn't just call him a slave and who hasn't been hunting him) and then apologizes for it, as he does. But it didn't seem like there was much opportunity or time for such a scene so I will meta-bestow my non-Fenris-romancing Hawkes with that knowledge because I think it's important.

Sadly it's not as easy as saying "there could be a scene..."

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 23 avril 2011 - 07:26 .

[Evindell]

Pseudocognition wrote...

He doesn't need to say it, it would have come across in, for example, a scene (outside the romance) where he has a knee-jerk reaction to being touched by someone who is a friend (and who didn't just call him a slave and who hasn't been hunting him) and then apologizes for it, as he does. But it didn't seem like there was much opportunity or time for such a scene.

Yeah, I see what you're saying. They could have shown something, though trying to think of how they could have incorporated it gives me a headache. After playing through the game multiple times my brain is so stuck on the way it is, it gives me a headache trying to think of how it could be different<---which is an explanation that probably makes no sense to anyone. Forgive me.

Or my headache could be based on the fact that it is 3:30 in the morning and I have been up for nearly 24 hrs straight...

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

I understand what you mean but yes, do sleep

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 23 avril 2011 - 07:23 .

[tankgirly]

Tashash wrote...

*HackCoughShock* Just read two pages back that Mr Emery & Mr Ellis BOTH visit BSN.....Wow - brave men if they venture into their fan pages......

And I suddenly feel really nevervous about my Fanfic's....Ummmmmm, Sorry? Sadly even that cannot make me stop....

:happy:

[Tashash]

tankgirly wrote...

Tashash wrote...

*HackCoughShock* Just read two pages back that Mr Emery & Mr Ellis BOTH visit BSN.....Wow - brave men if they venture into their fan pages......

And I suddenly feel really nevervous about my Fanfic's....Ummmmmm, Sorry? Sadly even that cannot make me stop....

:happy:

[sadclown]

I wanted to point something out regarding Fenris's reaction in Dissent.  Fenris does have a reaction to the events in that quest in the form of rivalry/friendship gains/losses.  If Hawke does not talk Anders down from killing Ella, Fenris gains rivalry.  If Hawke does talk Anders down, Fenris gains friendship.  I would think that if Fenris were "I hate all mages!  RAWR!!!" he would gain friendship from the death of a random mage rather than the reverse being true.  He recognizes that Ella is not a dangerous mage, and I think he would think her a strong mage as evidenced by the fact that she was able to resist the temptation to give into demons when faced with a dozen armed men who intended to rape and tranquilize her.

Now gains on the friendship/rivalry scale are not as impactful to the player as a whole conversation would have been or a rocking fight scene, but I'd say that's a game mechanics issue not a character issue.

[Tashash]

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[MorningBird]

sadclown wrote...

I wanted to point something out regarding Fenris's reaction in Dissent.  Fenris does have a reaction to the events in that quest in the form of rivalry/friendship gains/losses.  If Hawke does not talk Anders down from killing Ella, Fenris gains rivalry.  If Hawke does talk Anders down, Fenris gains friendship.  I would think that if Fenris were "I hate all mages!  RAWR!!!" he would gain friendship from the death of a random mage rather than the reverse being true.  He recognizes that Ella is not a dangerous mage, and I think he would think her a strong mage as evidenced by the fact that she was able to resist the temptation to give into demons when faced with a dozen armed men who intended to rape and tranquilize her.

Now gains on the friendship/rivalry scale are not as impactful to the player as a whole conversation would have been or a rocking fight scene, but I'd say that's a game mechanics issue not a character issue.

The arguement that was being made wasn't that Fenris is, "I hate all mages!  RAWR!"

It was that Fenris does possess a strong hatred against mages that is most clearly visible/vocal when his visage of calm 'cracks' (under duress.)



Regularly, Fenris pretty much straddles the line between 'word of caution' and 'prejudice', but otherwise remains in control of his thoughts and emotions (I would even argue that he spends a good portion of the game trying to rid himself of said hatred/prejudice.)

That being said, his approval gain during the Dissent quest (imo) had nothing to do with Ella and everything to do with Anders.

It's no secret that Fenris considers Anders an abomination, a weak mage, and a danger to both himself and others.  If Hawke reigns Anders in, Fenris approves.

If Hawke allows the dangerous abomination to do as he pleases, then there's a problem, and therefore, a rivalry gain.

I have my doubts that Fenris views Ella as 'not dangerous.'  Fenris thinks all mages are dangerous, and you'll get rivalry points from him for encouraging her to flee Kirkwall rather than return to the circle.

Modifié par MorningBird, 23 avril 2011 - 09:07 .

[Tashash]

Quick Prompt/Drabble. Set after DAII (FMageHawke, sided with the Mages, didn't kill Anders)


Sunset

They had gotten the Hells out of Kirkwall, using the fear created by Meredith’s fate to their advantage. It wouldn’t last long, and Hawke had the feeling that her actions were going to have severe repercussions.

They headed east along the Wounded Coast to Ostwick. Hopefully they would make it there before the rumours did and they could pick up supplies. She had shed the Champions Armour for her usual Mage robes – She had never particularly liked it anyway, spiky armour was Fenris’ thing. They were fugitives now, running from a nameless crime.

Refugee to Noble to Champion to Fugitive, great.

She had lost Sebastian even before the final confrontation, the Prince promising to bring down vengeance on Kirkwall if she didn’t kill Anders.

“As if he would stay in Kirkwall; idiot.”

As sweet as the former Chantry brother was Hawke could see why he wasn’t Prince material. Choir Boy was rash, as Elthina had said.

“Oh, Maker – Elthina, I’m sorry, so sorry...”

She had genuinely liked the Grand Cleric, this whole mess might not have happened with her there to balance things out between Orsino and Meredith.

“For a while anyway. But it always was going to come to a head – Meredith really was crazy.”

That dammed Idol, all it seemed to do was break people, like Bartrand, who she couldn’t even hate anymore, even if he had left them in the Deep Roads.

She couldn’t seem to hate anyone involved in this mess. Orsino – she had respected the First Enchanter, had emphasised with the trouble he had to contend with, keeping Meredith at bay while at the same time protecting and watching his own people.

But that last betrayal.

“Quentin’s research was too dangerous, so I put it aside...”

That letter in the monsters lair, signed ‘O’. Orsino, the First Enchanter had helped the madman who had killed her mother.

But it didn’t matter anymore – Elthina, Orsino, Meredith; all dead now. Kirkwall had been suffering without the fourth part of that equation – it’s Viscount, now it no longer had a First Enchanter, a Knight Commander or a Grand Cleric. The place would probably explode now...Ah, bad use of word there.

Anders...Bloody Flames, she wanted to hate him, had truly wanted to take her knife and stab him. But, it wasn’t Anders anymore, was it? He had tried to tell them, he and Justice were one. He had been fighting against it, until that day in the Chantry and he had given in.

“It feels good to be doing the work of Justice!”

After that day, there had been no Anders anymore...Something had worn his face and spoken with his voice, but the Mage she had known was gone.

She let him stay for the battle, and not all for pity. Anders was a gifted healer – She had needed that skill, but two days out of Kirkwall she told him to go, and he did; she was half sure he had been waiting for her to do so.

And after everything that had happened, after everything that she had done, after all that her actions had caused there was one thing that she felt the greatest guilt for...

“Hawke?”

She turned to the speaker, already knowing who it was.

Fenris...All he had wanted was to be free, to no longer be hunted. She had helped him with Hadrianna and Denarius, he had finally begun to feel the freedom he had longed for...And now she had cost him that, she that professed to love him.

He walked to her in the failing light of the sunset she had been watching, his hand reaching to brush her face, as he had after Varania’s revelation...When he had asked for her forgiveness...Before the final battle in Kirkwall...

It broke her, and she fell into his grasp crying.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. After Denarius and everything you went through – you shouldn’t have to run again and it’s all my fault.” She sobbed.

He just held her, gentle hands stroking her back.

“I should have listened to you, should never have helped Anders...I should have just left, should have let Orsino and Meredith burn it to the ground...I love you, and this is how I repay you?” She babbled.

“Shhh, Hawke. I know you; you could never have left while others needed help. Just as you couldn’t let an escaped slave face his former master alone. You did what you could, you always do.”

“But now you’ll be hunted again – Because of me!”

“I don’t care, I have you – YOU are my freedom, do you understand? As long as I have you, nothing else matters.”

[sadclown]

MorningBird wrote...

sadclown wrote...

I wanted to point something out regarding Fenris's reaction in Dissent.  Fenris does have a reaction to the events in that quest in the form of rivalry/friendship gains/losses.  If Hawke does not talk Anders down from killing Ella, Fenris gains rivalry.  If Hawke does talk Anders down, Fenris gains friendship.  I would think that if Fenris were "I hate all mages!  RAWR!!!" he would gain friendship from the death of a random mage rather than the reverse being true.  He recognizes that Ella is not a dangerous mage, and I think he would think her a strong mage as evidenced by the fact that she was able to resist the temptation to give into demons when faced with a dozen armed men who intended to rape and tranquilize her.

Now gains on the friendship/rivalry scale are not as impactful to the player as a whole conversation would have been or a rocking fight scene, but I'd say that's a game mechanics issue not a character issue.

The arguement that was being made wasn't that Fenris is, "I hate all mages!  RAWR!"

It was that Fenris does possess a strong hatred against mages that is most clearly visible/vocal when his visage of calm 'cracks' (under duress.)



Regularly, Fenris pretty much straddles the line between 'word of caution' and 'prejudice', but otherwise remains in control of his thoughts and emotions (I would even argue that he spends a good portion of the game trying to rid himself of said hatred/prejudice.)

That being said, his approval gain during the Dissent quest (imo) had nothing to do with Ella and everything to do with Anders.

It's no secret that Fenris considers Anders an abomination, a weak mage, and a danger to both himself and others.  If Hawke reigns Anders in, Fenris approves.

If Hawke allows the dangerous abomination to do as he pleases, then there's a problem, and therefore, a rivalry gain.

I have my doubts that Fenris views Ella as 'not dangerous.'  Fenris thinks all mages are dangerous, and you'll get rivalry points from him for encouraging her to flee Kirkwall rather than return to the circle.

Okay, I should have left the RAWR mages comment out because I'm really bad at making jokes on the internet.  My post was mostly to demonstrate that Fenris does have a reaction to Dissent not to really make any statement about what that reaction means.  And you are right, I would also probably say that he does not have enough evidence so far on Ella to determine a position about her.

[MorningBird]

sadclown wrote...

Okay, I should have left the RAWR mages comment out because I'm really bad at making jokes on the internet.  My post was mostly to demonstrate that Fenris does have a reaction to Dissent not to really make any statement about what that reaction means.  And you are right, I would also probably say that he does not have enough evidence so far on Ella to determine a position about her.

It's probably my fault and not yours. xD WORDS CONFUSE ME and I most assuredly miss posts in this thread.

THAT BEING SAID, I'm bowing out now.  NIGHTERS.

Modifié par MorningBird, 23 avril 2011 - 09:31 .

[tsunderes]

Pseudocognition wrote...

He doesn't need to say it, it would have come across in, for example, a scene (outside the romance) where he has a knee-jerk reaction to being touched by someone who is a friend (and who didn't just call him a slave and who hasn't been hunting him) and then apologizes for it, as he does. But it didn't seem like there was much opportunity or time for such a scene so I will meta-bestow my non-Fenris-romancing Hawkes with that knowledge because I think it's important.

Sadly it's not as easy as saying "there could be a scene..."

When you live in constant pain you kind of get used to it. It just becomes the norm, even though you know it isn't. I think that's what DG meant when saying Fenris doesn't dwell on it much. It's there, and it's bothersome, but he's gotten used to the feeling of it, so there wouldn't be much of a knee-jerk anymore.

[lizzbee]

Prompt: (Sunset)  ...major apologies for the formatting-- copy/paste from Word results in, well, this...

also posted here for much easier reading: www.fanfiction.net/s/6930446/1/Sunset

It was too easy to forget what color was once they’d left the unnatural blazing ruby of lyrium veins behind.  Now it was nothing but the deep russet of endless stone and earthen brown.  He used to see color in his companions: the ridiculous green of the blood mage’s tunic, the brilliant crimson blaze of Lysandra’s hair, the golden glint of the dwarf’s ridiculous jewelry.  The last of the color had leached from them a week before, as the rock wraith’s collapse cast a thick, even coating of deep, endless brown over all of them.  He missed the crimson the most and swore often under his breath that he couldn’t spare a single drop from his dwindling canteen reserves to scrub a finger’s worth of the dirt away.

“Is that?” she said and narrowed her eyes.  Torchlight drowned the emerald in flickering shadow.  “It can’t be…”

Ahead, far enough ahead that he could only make it out squinting, something pierced the gloom. A hint of late-afternoon blue, perhaps. They’d all shuffled for the last several hours, though the weight of the earth overhead had bowed and slowed her more than the dwarf or the damned mage.  In fact, the two engaged in endless prattle behind them.  He blocked all of it out as her back straightened and her step lightened.

“Perhaps,” he said.

“Oh, thank the Maker!”

As quickly as the words came out, she was gone, a blur of brown in a field of more brown.  Endless brown.

“You think it’s safe to run off like that?”  Not that his words stopped her.  Had they ever?

Venhedis!

“You know, Daisy, when we get out of here…”

Several of the dwarf’s words drifted away as he took off after her, torch in hand.

“…diamondback deck…”

He kept the torch at arm’s length; the flame stretched out too far in the wind his motion stirred. The roads here were in worse condition than he’d feared when he’d shouted after her, and only the torch’s limited light kept him from losing footing on the jagged stones underfoot. She had no such light with her. He trailed her, but no matter how fast he forced one foot to follow the other, her lead lengthened.  Watching the stones beneath didn’t aid him any, either.  That she hadn’t yet lost her balance was a minor miracle.  Then again, she had always been fleet-footed, far more so than he could ever manage.  Slowly, the torchlight seemed to diminish in the faint blue glow, and the torch itself sputtered its last.  Her sharp cry echoed in the narrowing passage and the darting brown figure collapsed.

“Lysandra!”  His own foot wobbled on a particularly unstable hunk of rock.

“Flames.”  The small curse, though whispered, came clear as a spoken word to his ears.

It seemed she hadn’t knocked herself out and the lack of endless moaning and groaning seemed to indicate she hadn’t mortally injured herself.  Still, far too much distance remained between the passage’s opening and Kirkwall’s gates for even the tiniest injury to go ignored.  At least her fall gave him the chance to catch up. He faintly made out her twisted smile when he crouched next to her.

“And so the mocking commences,” she said.

“Is there a reason you ran off like a fool?”  He didn’t intend his words to sound quite so harsh.

“All right, I guess the mocking will wait until the rest of our little company arrives.”

“Are you injured?”

“Only my pride.”

“In that case, it must have died long ago.”

“Very funny.” 

She struggled to her knees, and winced as she put her weight on one foot.  She steadied herself against the wall and tried the second. She grunted as she failed, her clearly injured foot slipping.  He gritted his teeth and steeled himself for the burning as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I’m fine.”

“Yes, that’s exactly the word I’d use to describe you.”

She muttered a chain of curses beneath her breath but still gave him half a smile as he hoisted her to her feet.

“Can you walk?”

“I…”  She stepped forward on her bum foot and bit her lower lip. “…can, but…”

He kept a grip on her as the dwarf and the useless mage caught up.

“Take a look at her ankle,” he said to the mage.

“Hawke, are you all right?” the mage asked, ignoring him completely.

“I won’t die, but walking isn’t the easiest thing I’ve done.”

“And so the heroine takes a fall,” the dwarf said.  “The old legends have come to life before me.”

“Maker’s breath!”

“Witch, make yourself useful and examine her ankle!”

“May the Dread Wolf take you!  You know full well I’m no healer.”

“As I suspected, you’re completely…”

“Fenris, stop it!  It’s not Merrill’s fault I’m an idiot.” 

This wasn’t the first squabble she’d headed off, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, though they had less than a day’s journey back to Kirkwall at a normal walking pace.  Who knew how long it would take at Lysandra’s new limping pace?  It didn’t bode well; even her normal equanimity had crumbled to the same dust that refused to fall from his armor.  He should have made more of an effort to tolerate the mage for her sake, but another week underground hadn’t done any favors for his own temper.  If that mage had been half-competent as Bethany or, Maker forbid, the abomination, the battle with the rock wraith wouldn’t have taken the last of their potion stores.  And Lysandra would be walking, rather than slumping against him in a half-pained stagger.

At least the rear chatter had dwindled to nothing as the surface light intensified.  He’d adjusted to the burning where her armor jammed his into his markings, and the pressure of her hand on his shoulder.  He contented himself with alternately watching the ground beneath and the wince-smile-wince-smile as Lysandra put one foot ahead of the other.  Human women had always seemed sturdy, but she felt far lighter than he expected, and his arm didn’t have to reach far to completely encircle her waist.  Then again, human women usually had flared and pronounced curves to support.  Things could certainly have been far worse than being left to embrace a beauty and being embraced in return.

“Tell me again why you asked the blood mage to accompany us.  What was it you said?  ‘Because I didn’t want to be the only woman on this expedition?’”

“Not again!  Is it really so hard to understand why I wouldn’t want to be stuck underground for weeks with nothing but men?”

“I was the only elf. Is that so different?”

“And now you’re not, thanks to Merrill.”

“A seeker of demons isn’t ‘an elf.’”

“Really?  She has the ears and every last bit of the suspicion.”

He’d bitten back far too much laughter as Lysandra had tried to chat with the mage around far too many campfires.  Clearly, the Dalish had no interest in warming up to the shem who had only taken her along out of desperation.  He’d only quietly admitted to himself that perhaps his own desire for Lysandra’s company had done much to sour the mage’s manner.  Lysandra’s dark mutterings had amused him far too much as the mage had glued herself to the dwarf instead.

“You could have asked Aveline.”

“Who is busy consolidating her hold as captain.  Besides, we still needed a mage.”

“A healer, you mean. You chose well, didn’t you?”

“Yes, well...  How was I supposed to know she couldn’t heal? Beth picked it up almost instinctively.”

“You know much of magic, it seems.”

It took effort, but she did finally manage a laugh after contorting her face in ways one might think impossible.  “I’ve known four mages, Fenris.  Three of them know how to heal.  Was it much of a stretch to think the fourth would as well?”

“And how were you to know that the dwarf’s brother was a bastard?”

“That one…  Well, that one shouldn’t have been a stretch, really.” She shot a black look backward. “I get the sense that your objections to Merrill run deeper than mere magery, even mere blood magic.”

“There is nothing mere about magic.”

“Right.”  She giggled.

“Such differences should be discussed later.”

“Then, the short version?” She’d put just the right amount of pouting into her smile, and just the right hint of pleading into her tone that he had no choice but to try and humor her.

“You realize there can only be one true elf people, according to her kind.  They roam about the land like bandits and vagabonds, but those of us who prefer civilization are frowned upon.  They forget their ancestors once lived in homes and cities just as we ‘flat ears’ do.  They sneer at us, even as they rally around a mage ruler.”

“This is about magic?”

“This is about power.  They claim to represent all of us, but they do nothing to help their suffering kin.  They deny us, even as they say they preserve the heart of what is elven.”

“I…  I guess I’ve never thought about what it means to lose your entire past.”

“Most humans haven’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shifted her into his arms and forced his way over the high rock outcropping that had nearly destroyed a wagon’s worth of supplies when the expedition had first made camp.  He squinted against the fading light—had it been high afternoon, he would have been blinded—as he picked his way over crevasses and fissures without his arms to balance.  Her trembling nearly threw him off kilter as he finally found the crumbling path that offered at least a little stability underfoot.  He felt a faint wetness against his neck and her hair tickled him whereit fell against bare flesh.  She didn’t make a sound as he let her down, but her tears had brought color where they washed the dust away.  Unfortunately, that color wasn’t the cream of flesh, but a much less welcome red.

“Lysandra?”

“We’re out…  Oh,Maker, I never thought we’d…”

Out.  He gripped her and helped her down the path to the waiting beach.  He’d never had much of a taste for water or waves, but the faint echo of crashing surf eased the edges of his temper as the blood mage’s bare footfalls disturbed the rocks behind.

“Hawke, wait!  I do have some skill with elfroot, if we can find some.  It should help your foot.”

“Then why didn’t you gather any?”

“Even you flat-ears can’t be so ignorant as to believe that plants grow in darkness.”

“Please, just stop, both of you!  I can’t…”

He’d forgotten what a real sunset looked like, unencumbered by foundry filth, the dust and grit of human industry.  Sunset over Lowtown looked much like the bellowing of night-fires, bright orange and red that blotted out the true colors of the sky.  Deep yellow and the surrounding faint hints of orange had washed the translucent blue from the horizon as he staggered with Lysandra down the path.  He half-remembered the pure Seheron sunsets, the deep hues of purple and pink as the sun finally slept.

“Could you set me down on the beach?” she asked, her voice broken.  “I have to…”

“Do humans like sunsets? You’ve never seemed like you truly appreciate nature, Hawke.  Most of the alienage folk keep their eyes away from the skies.  I suppose alienage elves are much like shemlen that way. Wait, I wasn’t supposed to use that word, was I?  It’s rude, isn’t it?  Oh, I’m so…”

He shot the mage a glare and tried not to smirk as it withered her.

“I’ll take a look at your foot when you’re settled,” the mage said finally.

“Good.”

Lysandra’s eyes hadn’t shifted from the skies ahead, and she seemed not to notice the words as rock gave way to pebbles, and pebbles to the grit of Kirkwall’s rough sands.  He shifted her back into his arms and set her down.  The sun had fallen a little more to the horizon, and the sky’s brilliant pink glinted in her still far-too-liquid eyes.  He settled in beside her as waddling footsteps behind interrupted his thoughts.

“And the heroine broods with the broody elf,” the dwarf said, “ruminating endlessly on her fall.”

“Varric.”  The voice, deadly calm, despite the small rill that ran down her cheek.  “You should go compose your ballad, ‘The Great and Ironical Fall of Lysandra Hawke.’”

“Please, Hawke.  I’m much better than that.”

“Then go prove it.  Or set up camp, or, well, anything besides using that damned word ever again.”

“Have it your way. Coming, Daisy?”

A little peace, finally, as pink gave way to deep red.  The colors reflected in the waves, and in the hollows of her cheeks.  The red ran deepest in the final droplet that finally made its way to her jaw.  It lingered there for far too long before it fell to her encrusted armor.  She stared enraptured at the red’s fading as he watched the sunset play over her, reflected here and there where he’d inadvertently rubbed away the brown from her armor.  He’d seen few colors quite so brilliant.

“We camp?”

“Do you see any other option?”

“True.  You’re a little too heavy to carry all the way to Kirkwall.”

“So you have been working on your flattery.”  She smiled, and all the other colors turned to nothing more than darkness.

“Perhaps a little.”

“I’ve never seen anything this beautiful.”  She nodded at the deep purples that now dominated the sky.

“I have, maybe once or twice.”

Modifié par lizzbee, 23 avril 2011 - 11:39 .

[tankgirly]

@Tashash, wonderful piece. For some reason your one shot always making me in tears.
@lizzbee, Love it.Somehow something wrong with your copy/paste, there is a huge blank space and funny codes before we reach the story. Nevermind.

Modifié par tankgirly, 23 avril 2011 - 11:18 .

[lizzbee]

tankgirly wrote...

@Tashash, wonderful piece. For some reason your one shot always making me in tears.
@lizzbee, Love it.Somehow something wrong with your copy/paste, there is a huge blank space and funny codes before we reach the story. Nevermind.

Sorry, still trying to get it to work right...  Yikes...   I think it looks sort of okay now, which is probably the best I can manage.

Oh, and thanks!

Modifié par lizzbee, 23 avril 2011 - 11:37 .

[Tashash]

Well, hell! I don't MEAN to make you cry Tanky, please don't?

@Lizzbee - Love it, I can't imagine what being in the Deep Roads would do to me, and my sister is a claustraphobic - She'd go Nucking Futs!

*Sigh* I am currently organising all my Fenris fics into a cohesive sort of sense on FF net....GAH! BLEGH!

Modifié par Tashash, 23 avril 2011 - 11:27 .