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[Phoenix_Valkyre]

Start the ritual Kitterkat! I'll help! *starts drawing runes in ground around cocoon*

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

Ah, lovely! Kitty ******!



*Cries and goes back to working on 1000 prompt*



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[Tashash]

MRC - it's ok - I'll patch you up! (nice fic too, little tease - it's why I love you!)
Oh wait...*Joins ritual*.

Got bored, Angsty!Hawke.



Light A Candle.

Hawke walked to the altar in Kirkwall’s Chantry and knelt before the banks of candles, each one lit for a departed person by a loved one, to show their love beyond the veil.

Bethany wouldn’t come, couldn’t come anyway. Her Apostate sister grieved in her own way, and Hawke was fine with that. But she felt the need to do this; she had left it too long already.

Until they had gotten to Kirkwall there had been no time to grieve, simple survival had taken up all her time. Then there had been the delivery Flemeth had tasked them with, a dept that Hawke could not feel comfortable with until it was repaid, then the meeting with Varric, and then Anders, then Isabela and her problems with Castionne and finally Anso’s smuggling problem – which had turned into a ‘escaped Tervinter slave’ problem. Which had turned into a Magister hunt, which had failed.

And now Hawke had a merry little ragtag band and finally a bit of time to herself.

Wesley had commended Carver to the Maker, for which she was grateful – it had given her mother a small amount of comfort. But it wasn’t enough for Hawke. She stood and took an unlit candle and lit it from the Eternal Fire. She carried it carefully and set it amongst the others and knelt again, remembering.

The ogre, that ugly, vicious, tainted monstrosity. Carver’s blade rebounding off its gauntlet. That huge hand crushing...

“How could you let him do that? Your baby brother!”

Tears pricked her eyes.
 
“I should have protected you; It’s all my fault...”

Her tears dripped onto the flagstones of the Chantry floor. Hawke sobbed.

“I’m sorry Carver...I’m so sorry.”

Hawke covered her face as she cried harder.

“Carver...”

Carver

Carver and Bethany as infants, sleeping together, little hands intertwined...

Carver running up to her as a child, crying over a skinned knee...

Carver and her sparring with wooden practise weapons, his delight as he managed to unarm her...

Carver, with a silly grin on his face after receiving his first kiss...

Carver fighting the Darkspawn, blade raining destruction...

“Err...Hawke?”

She pulled her hands away from her face to glare at the interloper, Fenris; the newest member of her little band of crazies. He at least had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Isabela has come across some information...She wishes to talk to you.” He explained.

Hawke sighed and scrubbed her cheeks dry.

“Why can I not have a single moment?”

“How did you find me?” She asked, glad that her voice didn’t crack.

“Bethany said I would find you here.”

“Ah. Well, let’s be off then.”

They walked to the huge door, her boots ringing off the stones, his unshod feet whispering.

“Was he your lover?” The question struck out of the blue.

“What?!” She stopped and faced the elf, glaring.

“Was he your lover, this ‘Carver’?” He asked; his voice cold and his face dispassionate.

The slap was not lady-like, Hawke was a fighter and she struck hard. His hand went to the rapidly reddening mark, his expression shocked.

“How dare you! Carver was my little brother, Bethany’s twin. Don’t you ever speak of him that way, ever!” She snarled, furious. She spun and stalked off.

“Hawke wait!”

She wouldn’t have, except his hand was gripping her elbow, she turned; fully willing to slap him again and kick him in the balls for good measure...

“I...apologise. That was inappropriate, and none of my business.”

Damn those soft moss eyes...the way he tilted his head so that the Lyrium-whitened hair hid his face...Carver used to do that...Hawke softenend.

“Just...don’t do it again.” She said.

Modifié par Tashash, 26 février 2011 - 04:20 .

[Inside_Joke]

Plootion wrote...

I can't wait until the game comes out so more people can do stuff like this.

YES! 

I can see it now ....

Fenris: It was a Tevinter magister that altered me so, infusing me with lyrium.
Hawke: Looks like your master ...
*smears blood*
... got under your skin.

... yeah?

[Kitterkat100]

Phoenix_Valkyre wrote...

Start the ritual Kitterkat! I'll help! *starts drawing runes in ground around cocoon*

i need more people to help me chant..1..2..3
  Awaken
  Awaken
  Awaken
  Awaken

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

Inside_Joke wrote...

Plootion wrote...

I can't wait until the game comes out so more people can do stuff like this.

YES! 

I can see it now ....

Fenris: It was a Tevinter magister that altered me so, infusing me with lyrium.
Hawke: Looks like your master ...
*smears blood*
... got under your skin.

... yeah?

No! Nononononononononono!


YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! 

[Tashash]

Inside_Joke wrote...

Plootion wrote...

I can't wait until the game comes out so more people can do stuff like this.

YES! 

I can see it now ....

Fenris: It was a Tevinter magister that altered me so, infusing me with lyrium.
Hawke: Looks like your master ...
*smears blood*
... got under your skin.

... yeah?

I shouldn't laugh.....Ah, who am I kidding, I'm a horrible person!

[Golden Saint9872]

Tashash wrote...

Light A Candle.
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Excellent!  ( I seem to like many things on this thread  very odd. cant find one thing i dont like)

Modifié par Golden Saint9872, 26 février 2011 - 04:25 .

[Inside_Joke]

Tashash wrote...

Light A Candle.
--

This was wonderfully done 

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

@ Tash



Lovely story!

[tankgirly]

@Tashash, you are really good at this now. Hehehe....

Nicely done.

[Kitterkat100]

I'm I did only one trying to fix the rip in The Gutter Cult's cocoon of evil

[/off topic]
 nice work Tash i always love what you write

Modifié par kitterkat, 26 février 2011 - 04:27 .

[Tashash]

*Takes a bow* Thank you all!

Edit.

I'll help Kitter *grabs duct tape* C'mere Crimsy!

Awaken
Awaken
Awaken
Awaken

Modifié par Tashash, 26 février 2011 - 04:28 .

[Inside_Joke]

Golden Saint9872 wrote...

Tashash wrote...

Light A Candle.
- - - - -

Excellent!  ( I seem to like many things on this thread  very odd. cant find one thing i dont like)

Because this thread is awesome.
*oh yes, I fully intend on abusing this button.*

[Plootion]

Inside_Joke wrote...

Plootion wrote...

I can't wait until the game comes out so more people can do stuff like this.

YES! 

I can see it now ....

Fenris: It was a Tevinter magister that altered me so, infusing me with lyrium.
Hawke: Looks like your master ...
*smears blood*
... got under your skin.

... yeah?

Oh, goodness. :lol:
The CSI Intro is by far my most favorite internet meme.

[Kitterkat100]

Tashash wrote...

*Takes a bow* Thank you all!

Edit.

I'll help Kitter *grabs duct tape* C'mere Crimsy!

Thank you I don't won't  Stephen to yell at her agian
   Awaken
   Awaken 
   Awaken

Modifié par kitterkat, 26 février 2011 - 04:30 .

[Golden Saint9872]

Inside_Joke wrote...

Golden Saint9872 wrote...

Tashash wrote...

Light A Candle.
- - - - -

Excellent!  ( I seem to like many things on this thread  very odd. cant find one thing i dont like)

Because this thread is awesome.
*oh yes, I fully intend on abusing this button.*

It is awesome! It's even more awesome now that I'm on a computer and actually SAY something ( and use smilies:lol:)

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

*Cocoon hops into rune circles and repairs*



Hmmm... you're lucky I only have so much writing for the 1000 prompt right now (I am going to have to put it on FF, it's already 4 pages and I still have a lot to add... it's what happens when you let ideas stew for too long and don't write them) else I would leave you another tease. But I need enough to get me to 1000...

[Kitterkat100]

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...

Cocoon hops into rune circles and repairs**

Hmmm... you're lucky I only have so much writing for the 1000 prompt right now (I am going to have to put it on FF, it's already 4 pages and I still have a lot to add... it's what happens when you let ideas stew for too long and don't write them) else I would leave you another tease. But I need enough to get me to 1000...

Okay that should do the trick,and with any luck Stephen will never know.

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

Tashash you are a writing machine! Wonderful as always! Thank you so much!!

Cocoon crisis averted! Good job ppl!!

Modifié par Phoenix_Valkyre, 26 février 2011 - 04:41 .

[Plootion]

Ah, before I forget, I wanted to post one of my other prompt responses here~
----

Smile

“You are a promising specimen, elf.”

Of all the words spoken before him, none had driven his rage quite like this. They planted the seed in him, the one that told him he will not bend before Denerius’ will any longer; he will not be the experiment of a twisted man; he will not be hidden in the darkness of his stone prison, waiting in fear of his “Master’s” return.

Most importantly, it told him he will be free—using the power he had foolishly given to him.

For too long he had pushed aside his resolve to rebel out of fear, out of his own weakness. When he learned of his newfound abilities, honed them in secret, Fenris knew it was a matter of time before his chance would come.

He wasn’t sure how long it was until the guards had come for him. But, they came for him, swords undrawn.

It was the last mistake they ever made.

When Fenris stood over their motionless bodies, a look of shock and anguish forever imprinted on their faces, he allowed himself to revel in this small victory. He grasped a fallen Greatsword with a shaking hand, and did not move onward until his nerves were stilled.

From then on, Fenris ran. His mind was blank as he did, allowing instinct to lead him to freedom. He felt nothing for taking the lives of the Tevinter guards that pursued him. They were nothing but the faceless minions of that retched man, an obstacle meant to be vanquished. He did not allow himself any thought until he found a door, outlined by the outside light.

Only then did his mind flood with hope. He was close, so close, to being free; to remembering what it was like to be a person; to reliving the simple things, like smiling.

Fenris couldn’t remember the last time he smiled. The memory was lost, along with the people and places of a past he could no longer dwell on.

He stepped out into the open world, his feet bare to the cool Earth beneath them. The sun’s first morning rays shown in his eyes. His mouth stretched with a grin that would leave his cheeks sore for days.

And it would be one he would remember for the rest of his life.

-----

So, it's my speculation on how Fenris' first moments of freedom are like. The events most likely occur waaay differently than this, but was interesting to think about. This was my favorite one to write. Thanks for giving me the writing bug, guys.

Modifié par Plootion, 26 février 2011 - 04:42 .

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

Plootion wrote...

Ah, before I forget, I wanted to post one of my other prompt responses here~
----

Smile

“You are a promising specimen, elf.”

Of all the words spoken before him, none had driven his rage quite like this. They planted the seed in him, the one that told him he will not bend before Denerius’ will any longer; he will not be the experiment of a twisted man; he will not be hidden in the darkness of his stone prison, waiting in fear of his “Master’s” return.

Most importantly, it told him he will be free—using the power he had foolishly given to him.

For too long he had pushed aside his resolve to rebel out of fear, out of his own weakness. When he learned of his newfound abilities, honed them in secret, Fenris knew it was a matter of time before his chance would come.

He wasn’t sure how long it was until the guards had come for him. But, they came for him, swords undrawn.

It was the last mistake they ever made.

When Fenris stood over their motionless bodies, a look of shock and anguish forever imprinted on their faces, he allowed himself to revel in this small victory. He grasped a fallen Greatsword with a shaking hand, and did not move onward until his nerves were stilled.

From then on, Fenris ran. His mind was blank as he did, allowing instinct to lead him to freedom. He felt nothing for taking the lives of the Tevinter guards that pursued him. They were nothing but the faceless minions of that retched man, an obstacle meant to be vanquished. He did not allow himself any thought until he found a door, outlined by the outside light.

Only then did his mind flood with hope. He was close, so close, to being free; to remembering what it was like to be a person; to reliving the simple things, like smiling.

Fenris couldn’t remember the last time he smiled. The memory was lost, along with the people and places of a past he could no longer dwell on.

He stepped out into the open world, his feet bare to the cool Earth beneath them. The sun’s first morning rays shown in his eyes. His mouth stretched with a grin that would leave his cheeks sore for days.

And it would be one he would remember for the rest of his life.

-----

So, it's my speculation on how Fenris' first moments of freedom are like. The events most likely occur waaay differently than this, but was interesting to think about. This was my favorite one to write. Thanks for giving me the writing bug, guys.

Great work Plootion! I agree, I can picture this scenario in my mind for Fenris' escape... Nicely done!

[Kitterkat100]

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 plz MRC no more breaking the cocoon I don't think Stephen and my nervers can take:crying:
 [/on topic for now] 
 @Plootion great story. I love it.<3

Modifié par kitterkat, 26 février 2011 - 04:47 .

[Golden Saint9872]

Plootion wrote...


Smile
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I can totally picture this  Love it <3

Modifié par Golden Saint9872, 26 février 2011 - 04:57 .

[Tashash]

Good work Plootion! I can imagine that sort of comment pissing Fenris off to no end.