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[Commander of the Grey]

I'm aware that Reader Inserts aren't well liked by most people but it's mainly all I write. 
I do have a story written in first person that I plan to add here, as well, though. 
If you don't mind RI's and like my work, I have an account on Lunaescence.com under the name Renohotness.  No DAO fics aside from these, however. 

Hope you like this but it's rather sad.  I'll shut up now.





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Pieces of rock rain down from the cliff edge at your feet, the fragments plopping into the water below. The air was thick with the smell of rock and dirt; of blood and decay. You force yourself not to think of those things, of the things to come, instead letting your mind fill with memories. The faces of old friends and new, the laughter of their children, the look of respect and hope in each pair of eyes. It had been so hard to say goodbye, but you had known this day would come since your Joining.

There were other Wardens in Fereldan now, strong men and women willing to fight and die for the world. Your time was done. It was time to step aside and let the next generation strive for freedom, to find the solution you could not.

"I wish you wouldn't do this."

The sound of his voice carries a weight of sadness that you feel keenly within your heart. You turn to look upon him, his sword and armor catching the light that reflects from the water below. You had thought once that love was love, a powerful but simple emotion. He had taught you how wrong that was. Your love for him had grown since that very first meeting at Ostagar when you had caught him 'sassing' a mage and it continued to grow every time you laid eyes on him.

You walk toward him, the weight of the scabbard along your back adding a bit of comfort. He holds his shield aside as you place your arms around his waist, your cheek lying against the cold metal of his shoulder.

"If this were my Calling, would you not do the same?" You ask.

"That's different. Don't ask me how. It just is."

You smile, as you have done countless times over the years. "We've argued over this enough, don't you think? My stubbornness wins every time, it always has."

"Only because you fight dirty. Men can't bat their eyelashes or slowly strip down without being made fun of or having their...prefrences questioned. Women have an unfair advantage." His arms close around you, shield on the outside to protect you as it has always done. "I would rather die knowing that you are safe behind the Vigil walls-."

"Alistair." You cut in, firm but without anger.

He sighs, placing a kiss at your temple. "Makers breath, how you frustrate me."

"You were only a Warden six months before me so it stands to reason that my Calling won't be long from now." You say, lifting your head to look at him. The pain in his eyes is almost unbearable. "I would rather die at your side now, than to live those months alone."

He lowers his head, placing his forehead against yours, eyes closed. "Have I told you what a lucky man I am?"

"Every night for the past twenty eight years and I never get tired of hearing it."

One hazel eye cracks open and you can see that he is fighting a smile. "Sex jokes? Really?"

"Speaking of which, would you like to traverse my deep road one more time, good ser? We might frighten the darkspawn so badly that they stay away."

"Well, that was certainly an image I could have done without."

Your laughter echoes along the underground rock, out of place in so much darkness. Instead of cringing at the sound, you revel in it, the sound one more way to defy the evil that lurks within.

Moving one hand to his cheek, you press your lips to his, feeling that love grow yet again. You had called many places home over the years but those had been in name only. The truth of it was that the only home you had ever had, had ever needed, had been right here within Alistair's arms. There was no place that you felt safer, no place that gave you more happiness.

His hold on you tightens, almost to the point of pain, pressing you closer until there are no spaces between. Tears sting your eyes as the kiss becomes an urgent, desperate thing. You can feel his fear, his sadness and grief. And you answer with your own.

In the distance, you can feel the darkspawn calling to your blood. They have sensed that you are here. Alistair had sensed them first, it seems, hence the sudden change in his mood. It would not be long now. Mere moments before they arrived.

Soon, the man that you loved more than your own life would be dead and you along with him. There was no other choice for you. His Calling had become your own.

The kiss does not end until the sound of doors crashing open vibrate the walls around you. The glutteral calls of the darkspawn can not draw your eyes away from his face.

"Know that I love you, from this life to the next. The Maker blessed me the day that I met you." You whisper.

"I will find you again." He whispers back. "I swear it."

One last fleeting moment, standing within the protective barrier of his arms.

Then his touch is gone as both of you turn and draw your swords.

Twenty-eight years to love one man.

A lifetime would not have been enough.

Modifié par Alistairschica, 27 janvier 2011 - 03:49 .

[Face of Evil]

Can't speak for others, but I'm cool with all sorts of writing styles.



It took me about two quick reads to understand what you were doing here — the story of your Warden following Alisair on his Calling — but it was very well-done. I particularly liked the ending.



I had a similar idea for a story like this, but it was about a male Warden following his friend Alistair on his Calling and included a rather tearful farewell to Leliana, his love interest, and their (adopted) children. But you beat me to it. Ah well. Good on ya.

[Commander of the Grey]

Pffft, I didn't beat you to anything. Your idea is completely different than mine and I know I'd like to read it. And I can always delete this and pretend that it never happened, if that will make you write it.



Some people are touchy about RI's and claim that they are the lazy way to write. I don't think so. Since it's supposed to be 'Your' prospective, the reader is never usually named or their appearance described. I never do those, anyway unless the plot calls for it. Some fic sites have banned RI's which I don't understand. Writing is writing, an art no matter what narrative someone uses. I got hooked on them because they helped me become more immersed in the story but it did take some getting use to. Instead of reading about (insert name here) falling in love or whatever, I get to pretend that it's me.



There's nothing like a good OC story, though. I'm like you. So long as the story is well written, the rest of it doesn't matter. Thanks for letting me know your thoughts on it. I really appreciate it. Now, go write that fic so I can read it. xD