<< Morrigan. >> claimed Joruth that simply stood there in front of her and dominating her while she was sitting on the ground, his voice playing in a good effort on the notes of cordiality, failing to extend a smile that he was unable to make while the witch looked up to him and gauged him in a rather hostile manner. Negative attitude that made him extra careful, for he knew his approach difficult. Morrigan in reaction, wasted no time. Already feeling cornered, she decided to attack first !
<< -So Warden, have you finally found the courage you lack ? Will you do me the request to leave your little tidy flock ? >> Threw the witch so pungent, with a hint of anger unfeigned. The result did not satisfy her even a little, disappointed to notice only a vulgar and expressionless face from the grey warden for single reaction. If he was surprised, he did not show any signs, answering in a voice devoid of any emotion, his brown eyes simply transcending her, a gaze that seemed to have the power to pierce through the flesh and beyond the horizon.
<< What prompted you to design such an absurdity ? >>
<< - Let us stop this game ! If you took the trouble to come to me and break my quiet tonight, it's not by chance, and I easily guess why. >> Joruth squinted, silent for a moment. As if he were thinking and may be reaching his own conclusions.
<< You were spying on us ? >>
<< Do not be ridiculous, I'm here all alone, away from all the hassles that you might cause me. >>
<< But you have the power to take the form of any animal, spy on any conversation through this kind of event. >>
Morrigan although she showed nothing, felt her heart beat faster. Would he have guessed her secret, would he suspect the black crow on the tree overhanging them both he and Alistair trying to spy on them and what they said about her ? Did he suspect her ? Did he know ? Anyway, it would be a duty not to underestimate him in the future. He was less silly than it seemed to be. Not all males were necessarily stupid creatures only useful for her purposes and easily manipulated after all. And to this end she did not venture to produce an ugly lie or make fun of him to divert this truth which she had also no shame. No, rather she was careful not to react, silent as a carp, playing the card of indifference. And he stood there while she was playing this card, motionless as a tree, keeping to stare at her in silence too, thinking again.
<< - May I sit with you, share that fire in your company ? >> Morrigan somewhat surprised by the honeyed voice of the Warden but still much on the alert and defensive rolled her eyes while sighing, speaking wearily.
<< - You are clearly determined to come bothering me ! Do you really need my permission ? >> Joruth complied, not particularly moved or pushed by the rebuff, - she did not really denied either is not it? - And both were sitting a few centimeters of each other, they admired shades of different colors of magic fire caused by Morrigan, allowed themselves to be lulled by the sound of crackling.
<< - I enjoyed our exchanges on the road leading to Lothering, when we were better acquainted. During this time you did not hesitate to confide in me. And infortunately while we came into town, we never had the opportunity ever again. >> A chuckle shook Morrigan, also having good memory of these fleeting moments together. She had not failed to find charming and refreshing the devouring curiosity of the Warden toward her.
<< Say rather that you were harassing me with questions, exhilarated like a child to the least of my answers that you were so desperate to hear, a knife on my throat. Your friend Alistair was then only concerned with his navel and we were alone. Once finally came the time that he cared about somethng else than his little person, he just wanted you all for himself, threatened by the sudden competition. >> Joruth who seemed plunged into a dream, carefully scrutinized the stars in the sky above him and ignored the pike on his friend. He did not want to talk about Alistair.
<< I miss it. >> Morrigan greatly surprised, turned her head toward his evening companion, and Joruth did the same, clear brown eyes glittering in the darkness, his voice filled with a singular sincerity. Their eyes met. << I miss our conversations. I feel the furious desire to retry the experience. >> The witch felt chills go through the fibers of her skin, worms squirming in her belly. The intensity of the gaze of the warden on her had an immediate burning effect. He was much more attractive than she had first thought from a distance while she was monitoring the grey wardens in the forest, especially at this moment. Sitting at her side, she could now detail all his features, proud and austere, marked with a hurt expression, chased by the hardness. But the effect he made at that moment disappeared as quickly as it appeared when he went on with a little discomfort in his words. Now he chained on what she had feared ... << Morrigan ... I have to know if we can count on you. When we'll reach Redcliff tomorrow, we must be one, united like the fingers of the hand, whatever the differences, beyond the affinities and resolutions of each of us. I expect a straight answer from you. Are you definitely one of ours? >>
<< - Do I eternally need to weep like a little girl to escape your unwarranted suspicions ? >>
<< - You isolate yourself from the group, you refuse to ensure the night, you do not participate in camp activities, you disappear without telling anyone during nightfall. It is dangerous for you, it's dangerous for us, it makes others nervous, you are threatening the integrity of the group ! >> Morrigan, put out of her by this relentless charge jerked and rose abruptly, it was too much ! Who does he think she was ? He knew nothing of the extent of her powers and how lucky he was to be able to count on her support.
<< - No need to get on your high horse and to fall into grandiloquent speeches, I see that your great friend has truly clouded your mind of nonsense. Say the word and I leave immediately ! >>
Ruth quickly got to his feet too, almost with as much strength as her and replied, firmly and unequivocally. The reaction of the young woman threatening to leave took him by surprise and stroke his stomach, it was all because of his doubts, he was now fixed on his feelings. He never would allow such thing happening again, it was the last time. But he went on however, determined to clarify things between them before going further into the adventure with her.
<< - Make no mistake. There is no such will. It's the last thing I aspire to today. Your help is precious, Morrigan. Your powers are very useful. I just ask you to bend to the most basic rules. I support no one, my only concern is to maintain the coherence of the group. The Archdemon must mobilize all our attention. >> Morrigan arms crossed, was locked in a furious and mutinous silence. Joruth could feel however she was being convinced, soothed. He was certain that she understood the reasoning and could not challenge the principle. << We must be together, Morrigan, regardless of our feelings toward each others or we will miserably fail. Could you do that ? >>
<< - Yes. >> The answer was laconic and wheezing, but it was all he could obtain from her, no more. He knew it. << Something else my Lord ? >> The witch asked haughtily, arms crossed.
<< - You are incredibly beautiful ! >> strongly proclaimed Joruth, suddenly pronouncing a step toward her to get closer dangerously, moving like a cat on his prey, as impulsively as feisty, before he really had time to think, his brain helpless while his emotions abruptly took power. One way that strongly resembled his youthful ways when he was anything but a fallen noble and dispossessed, once before the bad fate hounded him and his family and cooled his ardor. Morrigan first taken aback by this unexpected behavior and the surprising answer, replied quickly, disdain and condescension printed on her face, almost sighting..
<< You are only stating the obvious. But I suppose it came from a good intention . >> Of course, Morrigan was not a fool, had not failed to surprise many gazes from the Grey Warden during their trip who thought himself so discreet, gazes so intense reserved only for her from time to time, gazes that deceived no one. The daughter of Flemeth knew from the start that he was not insensitive to her beauty and her charms.Yet it was the first time he allowed himself to finally give a compliment. Well, obviously a compliment horribly less sophisticated and poetic that countless speeches issued by many other men, the number of Chasinds prentenders madly in love with her, praising her grace, her divine splendor her radiance. And yet against all odds, she had more than appreciated the simplicity of the message as much as his force. Until then, Joruth Cousland for some reasons she did not know yet was reluctant, resistant to the point he severely annoyed her. The witch decided to reward him. Uncrossing her arms, Morrigan in turn approached him, in a tendentious way, playing her feminine assets, and she smirked, as she always did when she wanted to make men totally crazy about her. << In every respect, that gaze, the one you book me at this moment, I much prefer it to the one you put on every day, like a zombie. You seem to animate yourself, finally. You constantly seem to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders and it's terribly boring to contemplate. >>
<< - It's up to you to entertain me to change this aspect from time to time. >> Close to him, under his vibrant gaze, Morrigan put a hand on his armor at his chest, a first smile on her lips.
<< - Um, so it seems indeed. I have also some ideas that would make you melt on the spot. >>
<< - I am burning with curiosity. >>
<< - You have no idea ... >> They looked a long time at each other with fire glances, none of them imitating the slightest gesture, definitely attracted by each other. Joruth who had lelt himself overwhelmed by emotions a few minutes ago, seemed suddenly came to reality, found himself now extremely tense, his eyes caught by nostalgia, guilt and shame. He looked away and brutally took his distance from the witch, became as cold as a dead fish. Again. The passionate man ? Disappeared. << You .. you are leaving ? >>
<< - I'm leaving. Thank you for your patience. >>
<< I can finally find peace and enjoy a little sleep. >> To hide her great disappointment, Morrigan had taken care to sit down, looking away from him while rolling eyes at the sudden retreat of the warden, discreet retreat that she found definitely very annoying, absolutely unworthy of him.
<< - Good night, Morrigan. >> Joruth walked away, having turned his back from the witch, then as he had an idea, he turned back to her. << I cannot force you to share our campfire and the company of others, especially Alistair. But if that does not seem so horrible to you, I will be sometime sharing yours and will be offering you my company like tonight to harass you again with tons of other questions. >>
<< - Oh joy ! >> Morrigan exclaimed in a tone very amused. Then she half smiled, a real smile. << What did you say ? You would offer me your compagny ? I guess I'll survive. >> Joruth nodded and left for good, leaving her behind him definitively.
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) I love his design, and this beard looks so good on him =) 
It's actually 
. I've been writing original material since I abandoned my FF.net account, so returning to the act of borrowing someone else's world to dabble in feels... liberating? No deadlines to adhere to, no obligation to write what would be considered to be "good", "sensible", "realistic" prose by literary journals, no need flesh out the world too too much as it's already there for you to research. You just go in there and...play.
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