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[AdorableAnarchist]

I just signed up for an FanFic account, but I have a waiting period. So, I'll just post this and let the chips fall where they may. I had this vignette running through my head of my character and what she thought of the whole situation.
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Resa leaned against the tree and stared out across the tiny pond near camp. What, by all that the Maker held dear, had she managed to get herself into? She snorted and shook her head. Fergus would have found this beyond funny. In fact, she could hear him now. “Father leaves you in charge of the castle and you become a Grey Warden raising an army to take down the Blight and quell a civil war? Well done, little sister. And here I was just worried that you had snuck Lady Landry’s son into your bed chamber again.”  She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat at the thought of her brother.
 
“Resa?”
 
She sighed and looked up, seeing Alistair in the fading light, “What?”
 
“Wynne sent me to look for you. You’ve been out here for a while.”
 
She looked away as he sat down beside her, “I needed to think without being distracted.”
 
Alistair said nothing as he stared down at her. Resa groaned, “What? What do you want from me? Isn’t it enough I’m leading this rag-tag band? Isn’t it enough I agreed to Duncan’s scheme and left my family to die? Isn’t it enough I’m walking quietly into a suicide mission?”
 
“You don’t seem very quiet right now.”
 
She gaped at him, “Surely you are not joking with me right now, are you? Because I didn’t think you were that stupid.”
 
“No, I’m poking you a bit. There’s a big difference. Joking would be trying to get you to laugh. Poking is trying to make you boil over just like you did.” Alistair moved to sit against the side of the tree, nudging her into sharing her backrest,
“You’ve been quiet ever since we left Redcliffe.
Quiet and cranky. It seemed to me, you had something on your mind and you needed to get it out.”
 
“Dammit,” she sighed and shook her head, “I don’t know what to think any more. I have to keep up the façade of believing in this,” Resa stopped, breaking off a piece of grass and rubbing it between her fingers, “Alistair, I’m scared. I’m scared of what everyone thinks when they look at me. I don’t have all of the answers. I don’t even know the questions.”
 
“Duncan once told me that only good leaders have doubts.”
 
“Then I must be a damned fine one because I’m doubting everything.”
 
Alistair chuckled, “I’m not going to disagree,” he tapped a finger against her knee, “You have more experience leading than I do and you’re using that experience to our benefit. You learned from your father and brother the realities of being in battle as a commander. You know it’s not easy. You will have to make decisions that could get some of us hurt or worse,” he paused as Resa shuddered, “And you know, in your heart, that you will make the decisions coldly because that’s what you have to do. You’ll mourn, but after.”
 
Resa hugged her knees to her chest, “What is it you always tell Wynne, oh yes,” she finally cocked her head to look at him, “I hate you. You’re a bad person.”
 
Alistair laughed as he stood up, “There’s the Resa I know. Ready to come back to camp yet?”
 
A smile hovered at the edges of her lips, “Not quite. I think I have another fifteen minutes of feeling sorry for myself left.”
 
“Well, if you’re late, I’m telling Morrigan that she’s got the face of a Mabari’s back end just to see what happens.”
 Resa groaned and stood slowly, “Fine, fine, I’m coming. The last thing we need is for the heir to the throne to be a damned frog. I don’t know if they make crowns that small.”

[Tasmen]

I actually quite liked this.

[Bhatair]

Excellent! Keep it coming.

[jenovan]

Aww, that was nice! A fun slice of characterization Hoping to see more soon X3

[AdorableAnarchist]

It was her turn to seek him out. It was her turn to offer what comfort that she could Resa fidgeted with her cuffs as she quietly made her way to the little pond by camp. She studied the man standing there, absently tossing pebbles into the water.
 
“Alistair,” she stopped uncertain as what to say. He did not look up, continuing to cast the pebbles into the depths. She moved to stand beside him, watching silently.
 
“I didn’t know him, you know,” he spoke slowly, “I mean, why would I? The royal bastard isn’t going to fraternize with the prince, right?”
 
Resa continued to stand beside him, though she gently placed her hand on his arm, stilling the pebbles for a moment. Alistair turned to her, his face drawn in the fading light of the day.
 
“The things they did to him, leaving him there like that,” his voice broke and he tried to pull away but the tiny hand on his arm would not let go.
 
“Alistair,” she spoke again, “You can not,” Resa’s lips twisted, “I was going to say that you can not let this get to you but, how can you not?”
 
She leaned her head against his arm, staring out over the water. Shadows danced among the reeds as the sun finally ducked behind the horizon. Together they stood, each lost in thoughts of Ostagar and what they had found.
 
And what they had not found.
 
“Resa, do you think there’s a chance that…”
 
Resa interrupted him quickly, “Don’t torment yourself like that, Alistair. Carry his sword and dagger with honor as he would have wished.”
 
Alistair smiled slightly shook his head, “You carry the dagger. I would only use it to cut my dinner or some cheese. I think he would be happy knowing you carried it properly.”
 
She swallowed against the lump in her throat. Damn the man and his kind gestures. So much for being the bad ass leader. I’m going to start crying like a school girl. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat, “I am honored.”
 
“Well, that’s settled then” Alistair turned towards camp, a false lightness to his voice, “I say we see what Sten has decided to poison us with tonight.”

 Resa nodded and he slung an arm companionably across her shoulders. She would not press him about Ostagar. She would simply remain at his side, just in case. She glanced up at his profile and studied it for a moment. He caught the movement and met her gaze. A look of understanding passed between them. Resa smiled and punched him lightly in the side, “Come on, if we don't hurry up, Oghren will eat all the cheese."

Modifié par AdorableAnarchist, 26 janvier 2010 - 03:04 .

[Sialater]

I've been hesitant to post a memory of RtO in mine. I like how you did it, good job!

[Freckles04]

Very nice. You do characterization quite well!

[MarcusDeVarro]

I'll take more story please with a liter of cola to drink

[AdorableAnarchist]

Thanks, guys! I'll bring Resa out as vignettes pop into my mind. She did end up as queen, but I don't see her relationship with Alistair as being all fluffy-bunny- sparkly- candy-canes-and-light... They are friends who grew into something more -- from personal experience, I find that those relationships are the more interesting and stronger. So, we shall see what pops up next.

[jenovan]

AdorableAnarchist wrote...

Thanks, guys! I'll bring Resa out as vignettes pop into my mind. She did end up as queen, but I don't see her relationship with Alistair as being all fluffy-bunny- sparkly- candy-canes-and-light... They are friends who grew into something more -- from personal experience, I find that those relationships are the more interesting and stronger. So, we shall see what pops up next.

Squee, I was so happy to see this thread updated. XD

I agree completely that friendships that grow into other things are far more interesting (both personally and to read about!)... definitely looking forward to seeing that tack being taken with Alistair :3

[AdorableAnarchist]

It was quiet but for the crackling of the fire and the occasional snort from the direction of Oghren’s bedroll. Resa treasured these times. She could simply be without fear of someone having a question or problem for her. Her shoulders would unknot a bit and she could hear herself think.
 
“Sovereign for your thoughts,” Alistair said, tapping her shoulder as he stepped over her legs to sit on the log she leaned against. He saw the flash of irritation that crossed her face as she slowly turned towards him.
 
“I doubt they are worth that much,” she managed a chuckle, despite her annoyance at her solitude being disrupted.
 
“Perhaps, but I believe value is in the eye of the buyer,” Alistair stretched his legs out to the fire, unconsciously mirroring her relaxed pose – though, he refused to sit on the ground as she did.
 
“I was just thinking about how nice the quiet was,” Resa replied, looking back to the fire once more. She sighed and stretched her arms over her head, trying to relieve more of the tension in her back, “How nice it is just to sit and not be needed for anything.”
 
Alistair grinned down at her, “And then I come along and ruin your precious quiet. I probably should be sorry for that, you know.”
 
His grin was infectious and Resa found herself smiling up at him. She lightly punched his knee, “Perhaps, though company is good too.”
 
They sat in silence and Alistair marveled at how comfortable it was. He did not even feel the need to fill it with silly jokes. Resa absently leaned her head over to rest it against his knee and he froze. She sighed softly, still watching the fire. Alistair slowly reached into his pocket, feeling the fragile petals of the rose. Was now a good time, as she rested so quietly against his knee? He had planned out what he was going to say, but the words felt flat now. Would this ruin their friendship?


 Unconsciously, his fingers began to brush Resa’s hair back. She kept it short, almost choppy. He rather liked it that way. Resa made a happy-sounding noise and he could see her shoulders relax further. No, this was not the right time for the rose. He would save it. For now, he would just enjoy the fire, the company, and the quiet.

Modifié par AdorableAnarchist, 27 janvier 2010 - 12:58 .

[AdorableAnarchist]

Harumph, it won't break my last paragraph... "Unconsciously" should ttart the final paragraph. Drat.

[Freckles04]

Awww...how sweet.

[Sisimka]

Freckles04 wrote...

Awww...how sweet.

I second the 'Awww'.  The rose is my favourite Alistair moment.

[ReubenLiew]

I had the skip the RtO part, but I thouroughly enjoyed the first and third bit

Like he needs the rose, pfeh.

[AdorableAnarchist]

Thanks, guys! Sometimes, I just need to write little scenes I see just to get them out of my head. I like, hmm how to explain, I guess painting a picture is the closest, but with words. Just tiny little slices in time.

[jenovan]

D'awwww!  That's just such a cute mental picture. X3 

AdorableAnarchist wrote...

Thanks, guys! Sometimes, I just need to write little scenes I see just to get them out of my head. I like, hmm how to explain, I guess painting a picture is the closest, but with words. Just tiny little slices in time.

Totally know what you mean!  Sometimes a little moment just gets stuck in your head.  Thanks for sharing 'em. ;D

[tallon1982]

I like this so far =) Keep it up

[Inzhuna]

I will join the others to say Awwww!! Really, it is so cute! And very well-written. Well, Anarchist, you know I'm your fan! Although, I hope you won't abandon Maly for the sake of Resa

Modifié par Inzhuna, 28 janvier 2010 - 12:09 .

[Tasmen]

AdorableAnarchist wrote...

Thanks, guys! Sometimes, I just need to write little scenes I see just to get them out of my head. I like, hmm how to explain, I guess painting a picture is the closest, but with words. Just tiny little slices in time.

I totally understand!  I'm the same way.  Sometimes something just gets in your head and you need to get it out there in the open!  So, um, yeah, keep on 'painting'

[Miliat]

Inzhuna wrote...

I will join the others to say Awwww!! Really, it is so cute! And very well-written. Well, Anarchist, you know I'm your fan! Although, I hope you won't abandon Maly for the sake of Resa

Totally this. I am loving this, but I want more Maly too

[AdorableAnarchist]

LOL! Nah, Maly's still lurking around there It's been rough at work this week, so I haven't been able to get anything of substance written. Most likely nothing tomorrow either as I have meetings all day... Joy. Unfortunately, I'm the secretary, so I can't even hand-write a story during the meeting! LOL Oh, and I'm planning on being at Panera or Starbucks all Friday evening, so I'll be writing then too.

[Kulkodar]

Wonderful vignettes! You paint the story so well, I can picture the characters in my head and hear their voices. Well done m'dear!

[AdorableAnarchist]

“And I said you’re being a damnable fool,” Resa shouted, her hands clenched by her sides. She had to do something, anything, to keep from hitting him.
 
“I’m the fool? I am the fool,” Alistair’s voice rose with each word. He stalked closer to her until they stood all but toe to toe. The height difference did not bother her as he towered over her. If anything, she drew herself up more proudly, eyes flashing up at him. A tiny part of him had to admit she was rather striking with anger lighting her eyes and flushing her cheeks. Pity she was being so blasted stupid.
 
Alistair poked her in the chest, “He’s an assassin,” each word was enunciated to make sure she understood. He continued to poke with each syllable, “He was sent to kill you. You don’t make friends with assassins sent to kill you.”
 
“If you poke me one more time, I will break off that finger and shove it so far up your arse, you’ll be able to scratch your liver,” Resa growled.
 
She ignored the whoop of laughter from Zevran and Wynne’s scandalized gasp. She had grown up with her big brother as her hero and learned how to curse with Fergus and his men. Resa narrowed her eyes as she stepped closer to Alistair and poked him in the chest, “You decided to make me the leader, remember? So that means what I say goes. The assassin stays.”
 
Alistair started to speak then just growled in frustration. He turned away, throwing his hands up in the air, “Fine, fine! But don’t come crying to me when he crawls into your tent and stabs you in the middle of the night.”
 
“Actually, if I crawl into her tent in the middle of the night, I will not be looking to stab her,” Zevran smiled appreciatively in Resa’s direction, “I’d be happy to detail what I would do, ser Warden, to get your approval first?”
 
Resa’s lips twitched suspiciously as the back of Alistair’s neck began to turn an odd shade of purple. She cleared her throat and shook her head, “There will be no crawling into my tent in the middle of the night, gentlemen, by anyone.”
 
She settled down on the ground by the fire, her anger deceptively veiled, “Now then, shall we have supper and try to get along?”
 
Resa calmly reached for the ladle in the stew, only to have her hand grabbed. Who’d have thought Alistair could move that quickly. He jerked her to her feet and strode off towards the pond. She glanced over her shoulder at the rest of the party as she both tried to get loose and catch her balance. If the grins on their faces meant anything, she was not going to be helped any time soon. Dammit.
 
 

[Sialater]

LMAO, oh, c'mon, you can't stop there!