This story is so fluffy it makes my head explode into candy.
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FanFiction/Art - Final Chapter (Aedan), (12/27) Interludes
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Now all we need is some princesses, rainbows, puppies and kittens and this story will be complete.
This story is so fluffy it makes my head explode into candy.
This story is so fluffy it makes my head explode into candy.
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 01:21
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Rounding out fluff week with this light-hearted one-shot where I play around with some of the campfire conversations. While it’s convenient to chat one on one with the companions in-game, I think it’s more fun to imagine them this way. They fight together during the day, so why not socialize together in the evening?
Have You Never…?
Aedan sighed with contentment. He liked it when Zevran cooked. The Antivan had a way with herbs that made even the stringiest rabbit taste divine.
“It seems our assassin has once again saved us from a fate worse than death.” Wynne looked pointedly at Alistair as she wiped her mouth and sat back with a sigh of her own.
Aedan laughed and Alistair groaned. “You’re making fun of my cooking again, aren’t you?”
Leliana chuckled and got the next jibe in. “You have to admit, Alistair, that when you’re not sniffing and tasting everything Zevran prepares as if it were laced with poison, you tend to eat it all, and before the rest of us have even begun.”
“I’m still growing! Anyway, Aedan usually finishes before I do, his manners are disgusting.”
Aedan confirmed this with a burp and rubbed his belly contentedly. “I don’t have royal blood. I’m allowed to be a pig.”
Alistair rolled his eyes. “You really are never going to let that one go, are you?”
“Nope.” Aedan grinned as he watched Alistair grumble and wave him off with a flick of his fingers.
Leliana smiled at the exchange before turning her attention toward Zevran. “Wynne is right, Zevran, your cooking skills are unmatched.”
“They are not the only skills I possess, my dear bard.” Zevran winked at her and Aedan frowned. When the Antivan flirted with Wynne it was outrageously funny, but not Leliana. Aedan wondered, not for the first time, if Zevran had designs on the fair Orlesian bard.
He felt another pair of eyes on him and looked over to meet Morrigan’s considering gaze. He looked away. Why couldn’t Zevran look at Morrigan and Leliana spare a glance for him?
A nudge brought his attention back to his side of the campfire and he accepted the wineskin from Alistair and took a healthy pull.
He passed it to Sten. The Qunari had yet to speak this evening which wasn’t unusual. Sten only spoke when he had something to say. The large warrior took the skin, sniffed it, sampled it and then downed half the contents in one long swallow.
The wine made its way around the fire until Zevran attempted to hand it to Wynne. The mage shook her head and said she wanted an early night. The companions bid her goodnight and she disappeared. Leliana and Morrigan left shortly afterwards, the bard fussing with the maleficar’s hair. Aedan exchanged a look with Alistair. Yesterday they had both heard Leliana asking Morrigan why she wore such rags and they had snickered over it later.
Alistair had tugged at Aedan’s threadbare shirt and said, “Why do you wear such rags, Aedan?”
“I don’t have your fine taste in dresses, Alistair.”
“Oh, but you’d look so fetching in blue.”
Zevran had got into the spirit of things, suggesting trim and accessories, but Sten only watched, his dark eyes flicking from one to the other as if he struggled to understand another language.
Zevran collected the wineskin and offered it again to Alistair. “So which of our lovely female companions are you following with your eyes, Alistair?”
Alistair spluttered over the wine and said, “Ah, both, I mean, neither?”
Zevran titled his head. “Both? You do not include the lovely Wynne in your daydreams?”
Alistair blushed and Aedan laughed at both Zevran’s comment and his fellow warden’s reaction. He took the wine from Alistair’s hands and had another drink himself, making sure he’d had all he wanted before passing it to Sten. Sure enough, the Qunari finished it off and put it aside with a small sigh.
Alistair answered indignantly, “I don’t daydream, Zevran, or at least, I’m pretty sure I don’t entertain the same fantasies as you might.”
Aedan grinned. He knew how the elf would respond to this and waited for the words to come.
“And what fantasies do you think I might entertain, hm? Other than thoughts of Wynne’s magical bosom.” Zevran winked at Aedan and they chuckled together at Alistair’s growing embarrassment.
“Let’s change the subject, shall we?” Alistair turned to Sten, pointedly ignoring Aedan and Zevran, which only made Aedan laugh harder. “We’ve yet to sample Qunari cuisine. Have you never cooked a meal, Sten?
“No.”
“Ah, you are verbose as usual, Sten. Tell me, have you never cut your hair? I am curious.” Zevran had moved closer to the dark-skinned man and was examining his braids. Sten pulled his head away and once again answered, “No.”
Aedan opened his mouth to speak but Sten held up a hand, his soft voice rumbling. “Is this a game? I do no play games.”
Alistair piped up, “I like games.”
Aedan grinned and clapped Alistair on the shoulder. “Take a turn then, but I wouldn’t choose Sten if I were you.”
Alistair narrowed his eyes and looked at Zevran. “Alright, you seem to know a lot about herbs and such. Have you ever used poison to flavour a dish instead?”
“Ah, you mean professionally, or in a more recreational capacity?”
Aedan shivered and saw a look of uncertainly cross Alistair’s face. As usual, Sten looked on impassively. Alistair held out a hand, palm open, in a gesture that said, ‘you choose’.
Zevran considered the ex-templar a moment. When he answered, his light tone belied his words. “In my line of work it is inevitable that innocents will perish. But we all die, Alistair, if not the Crows, then perhaps the darkspawn, no?”
Aedan found himself nodding to this and his jovial mood seemed to be melting away. Not ready to give into glumness he immediately followed up with a question of his own. He glanced meaningfully toward Wynne’s tent and asked, “Have you ever had a woman such as Wynne?”
Alistair made an odd noise, not quite shock, and Zevran’s eyes sparkled and his mouth pulled into a smile. “Such as Wynne? You mean a woman of a more ripe vintage? Certainly, my young Warden, and I highly recommend the experience. But now it is my turn to ask a question, yes?”
The former assassin glanced between the three of them and Aedan noted Alistair shrank back as far as he, they were both well aware of the sort of questions Zevran might ask. The elf’s gaze landed on Sten.
“Sten, have you never seen a woman lift a blade before?” His tone was curious.
“No.”
Aedan and Alistair both groaned and Zevran laughed. “Come, my purple eyed friend, perhaps you would care to elaborate for once?”
“You Fereldens all want to be something you are not. Why are your women not content to keep their place?”
Aedan bit his lips together as he imagined his mother ‘keeping her place’. He had not thought of her in a while and found that the months had dulled the pain of her loss a little and that he could contemplate her skill with weapons with pride. “My mother was a fearsome warrior, Sten; she would have faced you down and not blinked. But she had great beauty and compassion also…” he trailed off memories welled before him and cleared his throat.
Alistair turned to Sten and asked, “Would you like to ask a question?”
“No.” But the Qunari’s tone did not convey harshness or disinterest and he had made no move to leave the campfire.
Alistair nodded and turned his eyes upon Aedan. Aedan held up a hand. “Wait, I have a good one.”
Aedan looked at Alistair and watched his friend quail beneath his gaze. He grinned. “So, if you were raised in a chantry, have you never…?’
“Never...? Never what? Had a good pair of shoes?”
Zevran laughed, Sten raised a brow and Aedan sighed and shook his head. “You know what I mean.”
“I'm not sure I do. Have I never seen a basilisk? Ate Jellied ham? Have I never licked a lamppost in winter?”
Aedan laughed, though he felt like grumbling. He should have known better than to try and be coy with Alistair, the ex-templar could usually talk circles around him.
“What is this jellied ham? Is it a confection of some sort?” Sten’s eyes had widened.
Zevran waved a hand in Sten’s direction. “No.”
Aedan gave his friend rueful look and rephrased his question. “You know, sex.”
“Oh, so that’s what we’re talking about!” Alistair’s eyes glinted mischievously. “You tell me first.”
Sten leaned forward and Zevran chuckled as he glanced from one warden to the other.
Aedan leaned back and smiled. “Of course I have.”
“I can attest to the truth of that, Alistair. My young warden friend certainly knew how to please Isabella, no blushing virgin there.” Zevran winked.
Alistair grinned. “Ah, the dueling lessons, yes. Wait, you were in there together?”
Aedan looked at Zevran and the former assassin looked back at him and they laughed together at the shared memory of Isabella’s cabin. They nodded and Alistair spluttered. “Did you, actually, I don’t want to know.”
Zevran laughed again before redirecting the question once more. “Sten, care to add your answer to this delightful question?”
“Yes.”
Aedan rocked back with laughter, not knowing if Sten meant to answer the question of if that was the answer. Either way he found it funny. He wiped a tear of mirth from his eyes and turned back to Alistair. “So that leaves you.”
Alistair drew up his shoulders and answered, “Uh, no. Not that I haven't thought about it, of course, but... you know.”
“You lack the proper parts?” Aedan's grin turned into a chuckle as he heard Zevran’s cackle and Sten’s appreciative grunt.
“Oh, that's funny. Your cruel japes will be remembered, ser. If you hear sobbing later, that's me crying myself to sleep.”
Zevran spread his hands and offered, “Perhaps you would like to accompany us for some dueling lessons of your own?”
“But I do not wield two blades…” Alistair winked at the pair of them and Aedan laughed.
“Where only one is required? I’m sure Aedan wouldn’t mind making the introductions, Alistair, Isabella doesn’t mind extra company.”
Aedan winked and nodded toward his friend and Alistair seemed a little flustered as he said, “I’ve no urge to rush into anything.”
Aedan patted his shoulder. “And so you shouldn’t be. The offer stands, however.” He snickered, he couldn’t help it.
Alistair growled softly, but his eyes held humour. He fixed Aedan with a questioning look. “So you seem to have wriggled out of answering any questions at all thus far.”
Zevran and Sten’s eyes also turned toward him and Aedan leaned back a little under their scrutiny. “I answered yours, Alistair.”
“You merely answered your own question, I think,” put in Zevran.
Aedan shrugged. “So, ask away then.”
Sten spoke, his voice gruff. “You follow the bard everywhere with your eyes, Kadan, why have you never taken her to your tent?”
Aedan flushed. This, the Qunari had to ask him this? Why couldn’t he get a teasing question like everyone else? All eyes rested on him and he flushed harder. Alistair and Zevran started snickering.
Aedan said quietly, “We’re still getting to know one another.”
“You knew Isabella for exactly how long?” Alistair prodded gently.
Aedan grinned, happy for the slight reprieve. “That’s different.”
“Ah, so feelings are involved then, my friend.” Zevran’s face held a considering expression.
Aedan thought back to Zevran’s flirtatious attitude toward Leliana earlier in the evening and nodded his head toward the elf. “What of you, Zevran, do you plan to ask Leliana to your tent?” The words left his mouth dry.
“Ah, she is lovely, yes? But her eyes do not follow me and I have no wish to put myself where I am not wanted.”
“Who is she following with her eyes? How come I haven’t seen any of this furtive looking?” Alistair questioned and complained at the same time.
“You are always looking ahead and not behind.” Sten paused and then nodded toward Aedan. “She watches you also, Kadan.”
She did? Aedan experienced an odd little flutter in his chest and looked down, considered his boots a moment. When he looked up his companions were all looking at him again as if expecting an answer and he held out his hands. “That wasn’t a question!”
They broke off into good natured laughter and Aedan smiled along with them, but couldn’t help stealing a glance toward Morrigan’s camp. Alistair jabbed a finger into his shoulder and Zevran snickered. Sten merely regarded him with those eerie purple eyes.
“Stop looking at me!” Aedan tried to sound gruff, but he couldn’t help laughing at their identical expressions. He glanced from one man to another and rubbed his hands together. “Alright, alright, is it my turn to ask a question?”
Have You Never…?
Aedan sighed with contentment. He liked it when Zevran cooked. The Antivan had a way with herbs that made even the stringiest rabbit taste divine.
“It seems our assassin has once again saved us from a fate worse than death.” Wynne looked pointedly at Alistair as she wiped her mouth and sat back with a sigh of her own.
Aedan laughed and Alistair groaned. “You’re making fun of my cooking again, aren’t you?”
Leliana chuckled and got the next jibe in. “You have to admit, Alistair, that when you’re not sniffing and tasting everything Zevran prepares as if it were laced with poison, you tend to eat it all, and before the rest of us have even begun.”
“I’m still growing! Anyway, Aedan usually finishes before I do, his manners are disgusting.”
Aedan confirmed this with a burp and rubbed his belly contentedly. “I don’t have royal blood. I’m allowed to be a pig.”
Alistair rolled his eyes. “You really are never going to let that one go, are you?”
“Nope.” Aedan grinned as he watched Alistair grumble and wave him off with a flick of his fingers.
Leliana smiled at the exchange before turning her attention toward Zevran. “Wynne is right, Zevran, your cooking skills are unmatched.”
“They are not the only skills I possess, my dear bard.” Zevran winked at her and Aedan frowned. When the Antivan flirted with Wynne it was outrageously funny, but not Leliana. Aedan wondered, not for the first time, if Zevran had designs on the fair Orlesian bard.
He felt another pair of eyes on him and looked over to meet Morrigan’s considering gaze. He looked away. Why couldn’t Zevran look at Morrigan and Leliana spare a glance for him?
A nudge brought his attention back to his side of the campfire and he accepted the wineskin from Alistair and took a healthy pull.
He passed it to Sten. The Qunari had yet to speak this evening which wasn’t unusual. Sten only spoke when he had something to say. The large warrior took the skin, sniffed it, sampled it and then downed half the contents in one long swallow.
The wine made its way around the fire until Zevran attempted to hand it to Wynne. The mage shook her head and said she wanted an early night. The companions bid her goodnight and she disappeared. Leliana and Morrigan left shortly afterwards, the bard fussing with the maleficar’s hair. Aedan exchanged a look with Alistair. Yesterday they had both heard Leliana asking Morrigan why she wore such rags and they had snickered over it later.
Alistair had tugged at Aedan’s threadbare shirt and said, “Why do you wear such rags, Aedan?”
“I don’t have your fine taste in dresses, Alistair.”
“Oh, but you’d look so fetching in blue.”
Zevran had got into the spirit of things, suggesting trim and accessories, but Sten only watched, his dark eyes flicking from one to the other as if he struggled to understand another language.
Zevran collected the wineskin and offered it again to Alistair. “So which of our lovely female companions are you following with your eyes, Alistair?”
Alistair spluttered over the wine and said, “Ah, both, I mean, neither?”
Zevran titled his head. “Both? You do not include the lovely Wynne in your daydreams?”
Alistair blushed and Aedan laughed at both Zevran’s comment and his fellow warden’s reaction. He took the wine from Alistair’s hands and had another drink himself, making sure he’d had all he wanted before passing it to Sten. Sure enough, the Qunari finished it off and put it aside with a small sigh.
Alistair answered indignantly, “I don’t daydream, Zevran, or at least, I’m pretty sure I don’t entertain the same fantasies as you might.”
Aedan grinned. He knew how the elf would respond to this and waited for the words to come.
“And what fantasies do you think I might entertain, hm? Other than thoughts of Wynne’s magical bosom.” Zevran winked at Aedan and they chuckled together at Alistair’s growing embarrassment.
“Let’s change the subject, shall we?” Alistair turned to Sten, pointedly ignoring Aedan and Zevran, which only made Aedan laugh harder. “We’ve yet to sample Qunari cuisine. Have you never cooked a meal, Sten?
“No.”
“Ah, you are verbose as usual, Sten. Tell me, have you never cut your hair? I am curious.” Zevran had moved closer to the dark-skinned man and was examining his braids. Sten pulled his head away and once again answered, “No.”
Aedan opened his mouth to speak but Sten held up a hand, his soft voice rumbling. “Is this a game? I do no play games.”
Alistair piped up, “I like games.”
Aedan grinned and clapped Alistair on the shoulder. “Take a turn then, but I wouldn’t choose Sten if I were you.”
Alistair narrowed his eyes and looked at Zevran. “Alright, you seem to know a lot about herbs and such. Have you ever used poison to flavour a dish instead?”
“Ah, you mean professionally, or in a more recreational capacity?”
Aedan shivered and saw a look of uncertainly cross Alistair’s face. As usual, Sten looked on impassively. Alistair held out a hand, palm open, in a gesture that said, ‘you choose’.
Zevran considered the ex-templar a moment. When he answered, his light tone belied his words. “In my line of work it is inevitable that innocents will perish. But we all die, Alistair, if not the Crows, then perhaps the darkspawn, no?”
Aedan found himself nodding to this and his jovial mood seemed to be melting away. Not ready to give into glumness he immediately followed up with a question of his own. He glanced meaningfully toward Wynne’s tent and asked, “Have you ever had a woman such as Wynne?”
Alistair made an odd noise, not quite shock, and Zevran’s eyes sparkled and his mouth pulled into a smile. “Such as Wynne? You mean a woman of a more ripe vintage? Certainly, my young Warden, and I highly recommend the experience. But now it is my turn to ask a question, yes?”
The former assassin glanced between the three of them and Aedan noted Alistair shrank back as far as he, they were both well aware of the sort of questions Zevran might ask. The elf’s gaze landed on Sten.
“Sten, have you never seen a woman lift a blade before?” His tone was curious.
“No.”
Aedan and Alistair both groaned and Zevran laughed. “Come, my purple eyed friend, perhaps you would care to elaborate for once?”
“You Fereldens all want to be something you are not. Why are your women not content to keep their place?”
Aedan bit his lips together as he imagined his mother ‘keeping her place’. He had not thought of her in a while and found that the months had dulled the pain of her loss a little and that he could contemplate her skill with weapons with pride. “My mother was a fearsome warrior, Sten; she would have faced you down and not blinked. But she had great beauty and compassion also…” he trailed off memories welled before him and cleared his throat.
Alistair turned to Sten and asked, “Would you like to ask a question?”
“No.” But the Qunari’s tone did not convey harshness or disinterest and he had made no move to leave the campfire.
Alistair nodded and turned his eyes upon Aedan. Aedan held up a hand. “Wait, I have a good one.”
Aedan looked at Alistair and watched his friend quail beneath his gaze. He grinned. “So, if you were raised in a chantry, have you never…?’
“Never...? Never what? Had a good pair of shoes?”
Zevran laughed, Sten raised a brow and Aedan sighed and shook his head. “You know what I mean.”
“I'm not sure I do. Have I never seen a basilisk? Ate Jellied ham? Have I never licked a lamppost in winter?”
Aedan laughed, though he felt like grumbling. He should have known better than to try and be coy with Alistair, the ex-templar could usually talk circles around him.
“What is this jellied ham? Is it a confection of some sort?” Sten’s eyes had widened.
Zevran waved a hand in Sten’s direction. “No.”
Aedan gave his friend rueful look and rephrased his question. “You know, sex.”
“Oh, so that’s what we’re talking about!” Alistair’s eyes glinted mischievously. “You tell me first.”
Sten leaned forward and Zevran chuckled as he glanced from one warden to the other.
Aedan leaned back and smiled. “Of course I have.”
“I can attest to the truth of that, Alistair. My young warden friend certainly knew how to please Isabella, no blushing virgin there.” Zevran winked.
Alistair grinned. “Ah, the dueling lessons, yes. Wait, you were in there together?”
Aedan looked at Zevran and the former assassin looked back at him and they laughed together at the shared memory of Isabella’s cabin. They nodded and Alistair spluttered. “Did you, actually, I don’t want to know.”
Zevran laughed again before redirecting the question once more. “Sten, care to add your answer to this delightful question?”
“Yes.”
Aedan rocked back with laughter, not knowing if Sten meant to answer the question of if that was the answer. Either way he found it funny. He wiped a tear of mirth from his eyes and turned back to Alistair. “So that leaves you.”
Alistair drew up his shoulders and answered, “Uh, no. Not that I haven't thought about it, of course, but... you know.”
“You lack the proper parts?” Aedan's grin turned into a chuckle as he heard Zevran’s cackle and Sten’s appreciative grunt.
“Oh, that's funny. Your cruel japes will be remembered, ser. If you hear sobbing later, that's me crying myself to sleep.”
Zevran spread his hands and offered, “Perhaps you would like to accompany us for some dueling lessons of your own?”
“But I do not wield two blades…” Alistair winked at the pair of them and Aedan laughed.
“Where only one is required? I’m sure Aedan wouldn’t mind making the introductions, Alistair, Isabella doesn’t mind extra company.”
Aedan winked and nodded toward his friend and Alistair seemed a little flustered as he said, “I’ve no urge to rush into anything.”
Aedan patted his shoulder. “And so you shouldn’t be. The offer stands, however.” He snickered, he couldn’t help it.
Alistair growled softly, but his eyes held humour. He fixed Aedan with a questioning look. “So you seem to have wriggled out of answering any questions at all thus far.”
Zevran and Sten’s eyes also turned toward him and Aedan leaned back a little under their scrutiny. “I answered yours, Alistair.”
“You merely answered your own question, I think,” put in Zevran.
Aedan shrugged. “So, ask away then.”
Sten spoke, his voice gruff. “You follow the bard everywhere with your eyes, Kadan, why have you never taken her to your tent?”
Aedan flushed. This, the Qunari had to ask him this? Why couldn’t he get a teasing question like everyone else? All eyes rested on him and he flushed harder. Alistair and Zevran started snickering.
Aedan said quietly, “We’re still getting to know one another.”
“You knew Isabella for exactly how long?” Alistair prodded gently.
Aedan grinned, happy for the slight reprieve. “That’s different.”
“Ah, so feelings are involved then, my friend.” Zevran’s face held a considering expression.
Aedan thought back to Zevran’s flirtatious attitude toward Leliana earlier in the evening and nodded his head toward the elf. “What of you, Zevran, do you plan to ask Leliana to your tent?” The words left his mouth dry.
“Ah, she is lovely, yes? But her eyes do not follow me and I have no wish to put myself where I am not wanted.”
“Who is she following with her eyes? How come I haven’t seen any of this furtive looking?” Alistair questioned and complained at the same time.
“You are always looking ahead and not behind.” Sten paused and then nodded toward Aedan. “She watches you also, Kadan.”
She did? Aedan experienced an odd little flutter in his chest and looked down, considered his boots a moment. When he looked up his companions were all looking at him again as if expecting an answer and he held out his hands. “That wasn’t a question!”
They broke off into good natured laughter and Aedan smiled along with them, but couldn’t help stealing a glance toward Morrigan’s camp. Alistair jabbed a finger into his shoulder and Zevran snickered. Sten merely regarded him with those eerie purple eyes.
“Stop looking at me!” Aedan tried to sound gruff, but he couldn’t help laughing at their identical expressions. He glanced from one man to another and rubbed his hands together. “Alright, alright, is it my turn to ask a question?”
Modifié par Sisimka, 02 avril 2010 - 10:03 .
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 01:37
Miliat
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That was cute, it was almost like a big boy version of truth or dare.
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 01:42
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Heheh, very nice. You worked in several unrelated companion conversations into one big group discussion quite well. 
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 01:49
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I love the idea of them chatting in the camp and it makes a change from the usual girly chats you read on FF 
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 01:58
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Miliat, I was thinking the same thing! I laughed at Alistair and his inability to see furtive looking. :-P
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 02:17
Sisimka
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Miliat wrote...
That was cute, it was almost like a big boy version of truth or dare.
That was exactly my inspiration when writing this one.
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 04:09
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Boy see girl, boy speak about girl with his friends, boy get tease, you can't beat a good classic.
Refreshing more than fluffy, but I for one would like to hear the exchange between Leliana and Morrigan about the last one haird.
Refreshing more than fluffy, but I for one would like to hear the exchange between Leliana and Morrigan about the last one haird.
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 09:26
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Olwaye wrote...
I for one would like to hear the exchange between Leliana and Morrigan about the last one haird.
You are the second person to ask. Officially entered on the 'to do' list. Don't know when it will happen though...
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 10:10
Sisimka
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Dang it, I've already started writing it. Can I go back to killing things after this one, please?
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 10:12
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Nope! We need a schmooshy Satinalia fic too!
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 10:24
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Olwaye : Hey Sisi, got a new idea for fluff week
Sisimka : Oh great what is it?
Olwaye : Y'see it's about Leliana and Aedan taking the kids, Dog and Scmooples out to visit the Great Oak in Brecilian Forest and they stop to check on the Dalish, and the boys play with the Halla and put flowers garland on their horn...
Sisimka: Oh... yeah great, and then what, they sing happy songs.
Olwaye : Yeah could be good...
Sisimka : And then a genlock appear and Dog bring him down and Aedan cut his head off and little Riordan play football with the head and they make GARLAND OUT OF HIS STINKIN' GUTS AND MORE DARKSPAWN COME AND THE FIGHT IS ALL TENSE AND GORY AND........ARGHHHHHHHHH, MUTILAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Olwaye : Erm... okay Sisi, let's say fluff week is over, now if you just be kind enough to stop gnawing my throat and trying to gauge my eyes out. Please?
Sisimka : Oh great what is it?
Olwaye : Y'see it's about Leliana and Aedan taking the kids, Dog and Scmooples out to visit the Great Oak in Brecilian Forest and they stop to check on the Dalish, and the boys play with the Halla and put flowers garland on their horn...
Sisimka: Oh... yeah great, and then what, they sing happy songs.
Olwaye : Yeah could be good...
Sisimka : And then a genlock appear and Dog bring him down and Aedan cut his head off and little Riordan play football with the head and they make GARLAND OUT OF HIS STINKIN' GUTS AND MORE DARKSPAWN COME AND THE FIGHT IS ALL TENSE AND GORY AND........ARGHHHHHHHHH, MUTILAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Olwaye : Erm... okay Sisi, let's say fluff week is over, now if you just be kind enough to stop gnawing my throat and trying to gauge my eyes out. Please?
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Posté 02 avril 2010 - 10:26
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That was a pretty nice installation, and crikey Sten is a real fun-sucker, no wonder very few fanfics include him. Even when he inadvertently causes bits of humour himself he's like, "That's still not funny."
#464
Posté 02 avril 2010 - 11:07
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Olwaye wrote...
Olwaye : Hey Sisi, got a new idea for fluff week
Sisimka : Oh great what is it?
Olwaye : Y'see it's about Leliana and Aedan taking the kids, Dog and Scmooples out to visit the Great Oak in Brecilian Forest and they stop to check on the Dalish, and the boys play with the Halla and put flowers garland on their horn...
Sisimka: Oh... yeah great, and then what, they sing happy songs.
Olwaye : Yeah could be good...
Sisimka : And then a genlock appear and Dog bring him down and Aedan cut his head off and little Riordan play football with the head and they make GARLAND OUT OF HIS STINKIN' GUTS AND MORE DARKSPAWN COME AND THE FIGHT IS ALL TENSE AND GORY AND........ARGHHHHHHHHH, MUTILAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Olwaye : Erm... okay Sisi, let's say fluff week is over, now if you just be kind enough to stop gnawing my throat and trying to gauge my eyes out. Please?
I'm glad I wasn't drinking when I read this, TOO FUNNY! It's how I feel everytime I open a new file! Honestly, I've enjoyed 'Fluff Week'. I've checked a lot of projects off my list and writing about Aedan and Leli being all mushy does have an undeniable attractiveness to it. But I love writing adventure and intrigue also. Next week is Zevran week, we get to see him track down the Brethren and find out how he gets Anora's head in a box! Wooo!
#465
Posté 03 avril 2010 - 11:56
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This is a companion piece to Have You Never…? (Another installment for Fluff Week *sigh*)
A couple of people asked if we would hear what went on over at Morrigan’s camp the same evening the boys were playing ‘Have you never…?’ I dutifully jotted the idea down in my notebook and then I started thinking about it. You know what happened next. I have mined a few lines of dialogue (toward the end) from one of Morrigan and Leliana’s little banter sequences.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering what happens next, read More Than Friends which is set just a few days later.
Girl Talk
Morrigan held up a hand. “Sh, ‘tis working now I think.”
Leliana giggled, then clapped a hand over her mouth and leaned toward the small orb of light the witch held in her hand. The voices were soft, but she thought she could pick out Zevran’s distinct accent.
“…Wynne…daydreams.”
Leliana exchanged a confused glance with Morrigan. “They are talking about Wynne?”
Leliana frowned. She thought quite highly of the circle mage, Wynne had a gentle soul and possessed and infinite wisdom. The older woman certainly held her age well and Zevran did seem a little obsessed with her bosom. Leliana glanced over at Morrigan’s ill concealed cleavage. No doubt they would be talking about her next.
She beckoned Morrigan over and the witch sat cross-legged before her. Leliana started to loosen the pins that held the dark hair away from Morrigan’s shoulders.
“…at least I don’t entertain the same fantasies as you do.” Alistair’s voice.
“The men discuss daydreams and fantasies. Do you find this as odd as I do?” Morrigan sounded a little confused.
Leliana combed her fingers through Morrigan’s hair, admiring the length. She kept her own hair short for practical reasons, but perhaps she should think of growing it out.
“I think men discuss all sorts of things when they are alone. They have hidden depths.”
Morrigan snorted and then pulled her head forward. “I said you could do my hair, why are you rubbing my head?”
“Don’t you like it? I always found it so soothing when Lady Cecilie rubbed my head.”
“All this touching, I still don’t understand it.”
Leliana sighed and picked up her comb and began to simply untangle Morrigan’s hair instead. “We will return to Denerim soon, did you think more on my offer to shop together? I really want to find some ribbon for these dreary boots.”
“Will you stop your prattling? I thought you wanted to listen in on the men, I can’t hear over your incessant chatter.”
Leliana blinked and her hands fell still a moment. She felt sure Morrigan’s terseness was a defense mechanism, but it still stung. Though she tried to be friendly toward the witch, to all the companions, it seemed only Aedan actually liked to listen to her talk, when she wasn’t telling tales, that is.
Alistair’s voice floated from the small orb again. “Have you never cooked a meal, Sten?”
“It seems these hidden depths also contain an interest in cooking, though if Alistair plans to try a Qunari recipe next I am quitting this campaign.” Morrigan’s tone, as usual, held derision for the ex-templar.
“Why do you dislike Alistair so much, Morrigan?”
“He is a fool, a lack-wit, stupid and annoying.”
Leliana dropped her hands from Morrigan’s hair and said teasingly, “You expend so much energy insulting him, he must be on your mind a lot, I think.”
“You think so, do you? What is your opinion of Alistair then?”
Leliana smiled as she thought about Alistair and his endearing innocence. “I think there is a very thoughtful man behind that façade of silliness.”
“You have finished playing with my hair?” Morrigan made to lean forward and Leliana laid a restraining hand on her shoulder.
“I have finished combing it, how would you like me to do it, up or down?”
Morrigan made a grumbling noise, but didn’t rise. “Whatever you wish, ‘twill not survive the night anyway.”
Leliana smiled. Though she knew Morrigan meant her words to be careless the very fact that she remained sitting spoke more clearly. Perhaps she enjoyed the attention and companionship after all.
Zevran’s voice floated from the orb next and Leliana listened carefully to the words.
“Certainly, my young Warden, and I highly recommend the experience. But now it is my turn to ask a question, yes?”
“I wonder what experience Zevran recommends.” She mused.
“Sh, he is about to ask a question.” Morrigan once again held a finger to her lips.
“Sten, have you never seen a woman lift a blade before?”
Leliana chuckled. “Ah, that Sten, he has such funny ideas about the roles of men and women. The Qunari culture is fascinating. I wish he would share more of his stories with me.”
“The Qunari looks at me as if I should be in a cage.”
“He really is just a big softie, you know.” Leliana smiled and then chewed lightly upon her lower lip. She would liked to have told Morrigan that she had seen the huge warrior playing with a little kitten, but thought neither Morrigan or Sten would appreciate her sharing the tale.
“Tsk. I saw him stealing cookies from a child. Hardly seems soft behavior to me.”
“Sh!” This time Leliana raised her finger to her lips, encouraging the witch to silence. Aedan’s voice sounded through the orb.
“My mother was a fearsome warrior, Sten; she would have faced you down and not blinked.”
Leliana found she was leaning forward slightly to better hear his words. A flush took her cheeks and she immediately set about shifting herself as if she’d simply been adjusting her legs.
“Aedan does not speak of his family much.” Morrigan’s voice softened slightly and Leliana’s fingers once again faltered, the braid she held loosening.
“Did he tell you what happened to them?”
Morrigan went to turn her head and the braid slipped from Leliana’s fingers. The witch’s voice took on a harsher tone. “Oh, I suppose he told you during one of your cozy fireside chats?”
Leliana frowned. Morrigan sounded jealous, did she harbor feelings Aedan? A little pang just below her breastbone tickled and Leliana looked down as though she expected to find a finger poking her there, squarely in the chest. Was it possible to feel jealous over someone else’s jealousy? She cleared her throat and answered Morrigan’s question. “Well, yes, he did tell me. We have often talked of our childhoods together.”
Morrigan snorted again and turned her head forward once more. “He pesters me with questions about Flemeth and the wilds, so perhaps I could say the same.”
He did? Leliana’s frown deepened. When had she come to care where and with whom Aedan spent his time?
Alistair’s voice sounded again and his tone and his words had both Leliana and Morrigan drawing their brows down in consternation.
“I'm not sure I do. Have I never seen a basilisk? Ate jellied ham? Have I never licked a lamppost in winter?”
“’Tis a mystery how that man manages to walk in a straight line. What is he going on about now?”
“Oh, I wish we’d heard that question. Can you make it any louder, Morrigan?”
Leliana finished putting the last of the pins back into Morrigan’s hair and leaned back to admire her handiwork. She had separated the dark hair into several braids and twisted them upon themselves, pinning the artfully, she thought, against the nape of Morrigan’s neck. The witch leaned forward and lifted a hand to feel the back of her head. She touched the braids inquisitively before dropping her fingers and moving away from Leliana to sit across from her. Morrigan picked up the small orb and held the glowing spell in the palm of her hand as she chanted softly toward it. The volume increased.
Aedan’s voice again. “You know, sex.”
Leliana drew in a quiet breath and exchanged a glance with Morrigan. They both looked at the orb again, saying not a word.
Alistair’s voice. “Oh, so that’s what we’re talking about! You tell me first.”
Morrigan broke the silence, raising her brows and muttering, “If what I have heard about this Chantry of yours is at all correct, I doubt Alistair has…”
“Sh!” Leliana interrupted.
They missed a comment and Leliana glared at Morrigan as Zevran’s voice floated from within the glowing spell.
“I can attest to the truth of that, Alistair. My young warden friend certainly knew how to please Isabella, no blushing virgin there.”
Leliana flushed. Isabella? Who was Isabella? More importantly, why did she care?
“You seem interested in my opinion of the fools we travel with, what do you think of Zevran then?” Morrigan inquired.
Leliana looked up. “Hm?”
“Your fellow rogue? Why do you flush so, are you too close to the fire?”
Leliana patted her cheeks and sat back from the fire a little, the voices from the orb fading as she put some distance between herself and Morrigan. She tried to think about Zevran, to answer the question, but Aedan’s face kept popping into her mind. Why did the thought of him pleasing this Isabella disturb her so much? She heard his voice again.
“You lack the proper parts?”
Alistair followed this comment up with a whine and Morrigan laughed. “What did I tell you? I pity the woman…”
“What do you think of Zevran, Morrigan?”
“I think the little man is merely biding his time. You wait, one of these days none of us will awaken from our sleep, or we will to find Aedan’s and Alistair’s throats neatly cut.”
Leliana gasped and turned toward the main fire, casting her eyes over the men until she picked out the flaxen head. She liked Zevran, she found him amusing. They shared a bond of sorts, comrades in arms, and had danced about one another’s secrets while exchanging commentary on such things as the merits of daggers versus longer blades.
She turned back toward Morrigan and said, “I think you are wrong.”
“And I think you are terribly naïve.”
“I am not!”
A silence fell between them and Sten’s voice floated from the orb.
“You follow the bard everywhere with your eyes, Kadan, why have you never taken her to your tent?”
Another flush took Leliana’s cheeks and she raised her hands to cover them. Aedan watched her? She glanced at Morrigan and saw the witch’s eyes glinted with thought and her jaw had set. When she spoke her voice no longer carried her usually disdainful tone. “It would seem you have an admirer.”
Leliana waved a hand to silence her companion, her ears straining to hear Aedan’s soft response.
“We’re still getting to know one another.”
Alistair teased his fellow warden about this Isabella again and then Zevran said something that made her heart skip a beat.
“Ah, so feelings are involved then, my friend.”
Feelings, Aedan had feelings for her? Leliana stood up abruptly. “I think I have heard enough, Morrigan, I might go to my tent now.”
“What? You would leave just as they are getting to the good part? Don’t you want to hear what feelings Aedan might have for you?” Morrigan’s tone had become waspish and the witch continued, almost under her breath, “if any.”
“Why would you say that? You heard as well as I did that he watches me.”
Morrigan waved a hand. “Oh, yes, as you watch him. You think I haven’t noticed your interest in the warden?”
“Why do you speak so, Morrigan?” A thought occurred. “Have you an interest in Aedan?”
“He is quite pleasing to look at, I will give him that.”
Leliana shivered and glanced over her shoulder just as Aedan looked toward Morrigan’s camp. She didn’t catch his eye and she couldn’t tell who his gaze sought. Alistair poked him and his attention returned to his companions.
“’Tis a wonder who he might have been looking at this time.”
“Do you have feelings for him, Morrigan?”
Morrigan laughed harshly. “Feelings? You think I harbor feelings for any of you? All this talk of friendship and more, ‘tis a waste of time.”
Leliana’s flush faded, but the feeling of it burned in her words. “Are you jealous? Is that what this is about?”
“You can't possibly think he would prefer you?”
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing. It seems I am the one his eyes are following.”
“Oh, and what exactly is it, you believe, you have to offer?” Morrigan sounded as if she spoke to an inferior being and Leliana drew her shoulders up.
“I don't know, but if Aedan asks me to his tent, it will be because he wants me and he loves me, these things are real.”
“Love, you talk of love?” Morrigan flicker her fingers toward the dirt. “Love grows rotten on the vine so quickly. A sour fruit, that offers only a memory of sweetness. What is it worth, truly?”
“Everything, only a dried up shell of a person would not know that,” Leliana replied, her cheeks burning with indignation now.
“We shall see,” Morrigan murmured softly, her eyes firmly fixed upon the main campfire. She looked at one warden in particular, Aedan.
Leliana followed her gaze and saw the men laughing together, sharing camaraderie. Her eyes lingered on Aedan and her heart skipped a beat. They were friends, she knew that. He had given her flowers and often bestowed upon her that cheeky grin of his. He listened to her; she had seen the interest in his eyes as she talked, sometimes about nothing at all. She wanted to be more than friends with Aedan, she realised. She would tell him. She didn’t quite know how, but she knew when. They would be holding watch together two nights hence, she would tell him then, when they were alone with only the stars to listen and no witch to mock.
Leliana glanced back at Morrigan and bid her goodnight. She saw the challenge in the other woman’s eyes and she silently acknowledged it, lifting her chin. She would not compete with her for Aedan’s heart, she didn’t believe she would have to as she felt fairly certain Morrigan did not seek love, she sought only physical comfort. A shame, really, as at one time Leliana might happily have provided it.
Leliana made her way to her tent, these thoughts circulating in her head. She glanced in Aedan’s direction once more before she disappeared inside and caught him looking at her. She held his gaze a moment before offering a tentative smile. He returned it, as if surprised, and lifted his hand in a gesture of goodnight. Leliana’s smile widened and she turned around before he thought her a grinning fool.
A couple of people asked if we would hear what went on over at Morrigan’s camp the same evening the boys were playing ‘Have you never…?’ I dutifully jotted the idea down in my notebook and then I started thinking about it. You know what happened next. I have mined a few lines of dialogue (toward the end) from one of Morrigan and Leliana’s little banter sequences.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering what happens next, read More Than Friends which is set just a few days later.
Girl Talk
Morrigan held up a hand. “Sh, ‘tis working now I think.”
Leliana giggled, then clapped a hand over her mouth and leaned toward the small orb of light the witch held in her hand. The voices were soft, but she thought she could pick out Zevran’s distinct accent.
“…Wynne…daydreams.”
Leliana exchanged a confused glance with Morrigan. “They are talking about Wynne?”
Leliana frowned. She thought quite highly of the circle mage, Wynne had a gentle soul and possessed and infinite wisdom. The older woman certainly held her age well and Zevran did seem a little obsessed with her bosom. Leliana glanced over at Morrigan’s ill concealed cleavage. No doubt they would be talking about her next.
She beckoned Morrigan over and the witch sat cross-legged before her. Leliana started to loosen the pins that held the dark hair away from Morrigan’s shoulders.
“…at least I don’t entertain the same fantasies as you do.” Alistair’s voice.
“The men discuss daydreams and fantasies. Do you find this as odd as I do?” Morrigan sounded a little confused.
Leliana combed her fingers through Morrigan’s hair, admiring the length. She kept her own hair short for practical reasons, but perhaps she should think of growing it out.
“I think men discuss all sorts of things when they are alone. They have hidden depths.”
Morrigan snorted and then pulled her head forward. “I said you could do my hair, why are you rubbing my head?”
“Don’t you like it? I always found it so soothing when Lady Cecilie rubbed my head.”
“All this touching, I still don’t understand it.”
Leliana sighed and picked up her comb and began to simply untangle Morrigan’s hair instead. “We will return to Denerim soon, did you think more on my offer to shop together? I really want to find some ribbon for these dreary boots.”
“Will you stop your prattling? I thought you wanted to listen in on the men, I can’t hear over your incessant chatter.”
Leliana blinked and her hands fell still a moment. She felt sure Morrigan’s terseness was a defense mechanism, but it still stung. Though she tried to be friendly toward the witch, to all the companions, it seemed only Aedan actually liked to listen to her talk, when she wasn’t telling tales, that is.
Alistair’s voice floated from the small orb again. “Have you never cooked a meal, Sten?”
“It seems these hidden depths also contain an interest in cooking, though if Alistair plans to try a Qunari recipe next I am quitting this campaign.” Morrigan’s tone, as usual, held derision for the ex-templar.
“Why do you dislike Alistair so much, Morrigan?”
“He is a fool, a lack-wit, stupid and annoying.”
Leliana dropped her hands from Morrigan’s hair and said teasingly, “You expend so much energy insulting him, he must be on your mind a lot, I think.”
“You think so, do you? What is your opinion of Alistair then?”
Leliana smiled as she thought about Alistair and his endearing innocence. “I think there is a very thoughtful man behind that façade of silliness.”
“You have finished playing with my hair?” Morrigan made to lean forward and Leliana laid a restraining hand on her shoulder.
“I have finished combing it, how would you like me to do it, up or down?”
Morrigan made a grumbling noise, but didn’t rise. “Whatever you wish, ‘twill not survive the night anyway.”
Leliana smiled. Though she knew Morrigan meant her words to be careless the very fact that she remained sitting spoke more clearly. Perhaps she enjoyed the attention and companionship after all.
Zevran’s voice floated from the orb next and Leliana listened carefully to the words.
“Certainly, my young Warden, and I highly recommend the experience. But now it is my turn to ask a question, yes?”
“I wonder what experience Zevran recommends.” She mused.
“Sh, he is about to ask a question.” Morrigan once again held a finger to her lips.
“Sten, have you never seen a woman lift a blade before?”
Leliana chuckled. “Ah, that Sten, he has such funny ideas about the roles of men and women. The Qunari culture is fascinating. I wish he would share more of his stories with me.”
“The Qunari looks at me as if I should be in a cage.”
“He really is just a big softie, you know.” Leliana smiled and then chewed lightly upon her lower lip. She would liked to have told Morrigan that she had seen the huge warrior playing with a little kitten, but thought neither Morrigan or Sten would appreciate her sharing the tale.
“Tsk. I saw him stealing cookies from a child. Hardly seems soft behavior to me.”
“Sh!” This time Leliana raised her finger to her lips, encouraging the witch to silence. Aedan’s voice sounded through the orb.
“My mother was a fearsome warrior, Sten; she would have faced you down and not blinked.”
Leliana found she was leaning forward slightly to better hear his words. A flush took her cheeks and she immediately set about shifting herself as if she’d simply been adjusting her legs.
“Aedan does not speak of his family much.” Morrigan’s voice softened slightly and Leliana’s fingers once again faltered, the braid she held loosening.
“Did he tell you what happened to them?”
Morrigan went to turn her head and the braid slipped from Leliana’s fingers. The witch’s voice took on a harsher tone. “Oh, I suppose he told you during one of your cozy fireside chats?”
Leliana frowned. Morrigan sounded jealous, did she harbor feelings Aedan? A little pang just below her breastbone tickled and Leliana looked down as though she expected to find a finger poking her there, squarely in the chest. Was it possible to feel jealous over someone else’s jealousy? She cleared her throat and answered Morrigan’s question. “Well, yes, he did tell me. We have often talked of our childhoods together.”
Morrigan snorted again and turned her head forward once more. “He pesters me with questions about Flemeth and the wilds, so perhaps I could say the same.”
He did? Leliana’s frown deepened. When had she come to care where and with whom Aedan spent his time?
Alistair’s voice sounded again and his tone and his words had both Leliana and Morrigan drawing their brows down in consternation.
“I'm not sure I do. Have I never seen a basilisk? Ate jellied ham? Have I never licked a lamppost in winter?”
“’Tis a mystery how that man manages to walk in a straight line. What is he going on about now?”
“Oh, I wish we’d heard that question. Can you make it any louder, Morrigan?”
Leliana finished putting the last of the pins back into Morrigan’s hair and leaned back to admire her handiwork. She had separated the dark hair into several braids and twisted them upon themselves, pinning the artfully, she thought, against the nape of Morrigan’s neck. The witch leaned forward and lifted a hand to feel the back of her head. She touched the braids inquisitively before dropping her fingers and moving away from Leliana to sit across from her. Morrigan picked up the small orb and held the glowing spell in the palm of her hand as she chanted softly toward it. The volume increased.
Aedan’s voice again. “You know, sex.”
Leliana drew in a quiet breath and exchanged a glance with Morrigan. They both looked at the orb again, saying not a word.
Alistair’s voice. “Oh, so that’s what we’re talking about! You tell me first.”
Morrigan broke the silence, raising her brows and muttering, “If what I have heard about this Chantry of yours is at all correct, I doubt Alistair has…”
“Sh!” Leliana interrupted.
They missed a comment and Leliana glared at Morrigan as Zevran’s voice floated from within the glowing spell.
“I can attest to the truth of that, Alistair. My young warden friend certainly knew how to please Isabella, no blushing virgin there.”
Leliana flushed. Isabella? Who was Isabella? More importantly, why did she care?
“You seem interested in my opinion of the fools we travel with, what do you think of Zevran then?” Morrigan inquired.
Leliana looked up. “Hm?”
“Your fellow rogue? Why do you flush so, are you too close to the fire?”
Leliana patted her cheeks and sat back from the fire a little, the voices from the orb fading as she put some distance between herself and Morrigan. She tried to think about Zevran, to answer the question, but Aedan’s face kept popping into her mind. Why did the thought of him pleasing this Isabella disturb her so much? She heard his voice again.
“You lack the proper parts?”
Alistair followed this comment up with a whine and Morrigan laughed. “What did I tell you? I pity the woman…”
“What do you think of Zevran, Morrigan?”
“I think the little man is merely biding his time. You wait, one of these days none of us will awaken from our sleep, or we will to find Aedan’s and Alistair’s throats neatly cut.”
Leliana gasped and turned toward the main fire, casting her eyes over the men until she picked out the flaxen head. She liked Zevran, she found him amusing. They shared a bond of sorts, comrades in arms, and had danced about one another’s secrets while exchanging commentary on such things as the merits of daggers versus longer blades.
She turned back toward Morrigan and said, “I think you are wrong.”
“And I think you are terribly naïve.”
“I am not!”
A silence fell between them and Sten’s voice floated from the orb.
“You follow the bard everywhere with your eyes, Kadan, why have you never taken her to your tent?”
Another flush took Leliana’s cheeks and she raised her hands to cover them. Aedan watched her? She glanced at Morrigan and saw the witch’s eyes glinted with thought and her jaw had set. When she spoke her voice no longer carried her usually disdainful tone. “It would seem you have an admirer.”
Leliana waved a hand to silence her companion, her ears straining to hear Aedan’s soft response.
“We’re still getting to know one another.”
Alistair teased his fellow warden about this Isabella again and then Zevran said something that made her heart skip a beat.
“Ah, so feelings are involved then, my friend.”
Feelings, Aedan had feelings for her? Leliana stood up abruptly. “I think I have heard enough, Morrigan, I might go to my tent now.”
“What? You would leave just as they are getting to the good part? Don’t you want to hear what feelings Aedan might have for you?” Morrigan’s tone had become waspish and the witch continued, almost under her breath, “if any.”
“Why would you say that? You heard as well as I did that he watches me.”
Morrigan waved a hand. “Oh, yes, as you watch him. You think I haven’t noticed your interest in the warden?”
“Why do you speak so, Morrigan?” A thought occurred. “Have you an interest in Aedan?”
“He is quite pleasing to look at, I will give him that.”
Leliana shivered and glanced over her shoulder just as Aedan looked toward Morrigan’s camp. She didn’t catch his eye and she couldn’t tell who his gaze sought. Alistair poked him and his attention returned to his companions.
“’Tis a wonder who he might have been looking at this time.”
“Do you have feelings for him, Morrigan?”
Morrigan laughed harshly. “Feelings? You think I harbor feelings for any of you? All this talk of friendship and more, ‘tis a waste of time.”
Leliana’s flush faded, but the feeling of it burned in her words. “Are you jealous? Is that what this is about?”
“You can't possibly think he would prefer you?”
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing. It seems I am the one his eyes are following.”
“Oh, and what exactly is it, you believe, you have to offer?” Morrigan sounded as if she spoke to an inferior being and Leliana drew her shoulders up.
“I don't know, but if Aedan asks me to his tent, it will be because he wants me and he loves me, these things are real.”
“Love, you talk of love?” Morrigan flicker her fingers toward the dirt. “Love grows rotten on the vine so quickly. A sour fruit, that offers only a memory of sweetness. What is it worth, truly?”
“Everything, only a dried up shell of a person would not know that,” Leliana replied, her cheeks burning with indignation now.
“We shall see,” Morrigan murmured softly, her eyes firmly fixed upon the main campfire. She looked at one warden in particular, Aedan.
Leliana followed her gaze and saw the men laughing together, sharing camaraderie. Her eyes lingered on Aedan and her heart skipped a beat. They were friends, she knew that. He had given her flowers and often bestowed upon her that cheeky grin of his. He listened to her; she had seen the interest in his eyes as she talked, sometimes about nothing at all. She wanted to be more than friends with Aedan, she realised. She would tell him. She didn’t quite know how, but she knew when. They would be holding watch together two nights hence, she would tell him then, when they were alone with only the stars to listen and no witch to mock.
Leliana glanced back at Morrigan and bid her goodnight. She saw the challenge in the other woman’s eyes and she silently acknowledged it, lifting her chin. She would not compete with her for Aedan’s heart, she didn’t believe she would have to as she felt fairly certain Morrigan did not seek love, she sought only physical comfort. A shame, really, as at one time Leliana might happily have provided it.
Leliana made her way to her tent, these thoughts circulating in her head. She glanced in Aedan’s direction once more before she disappeared inside and caught him looking at her. She held his gaze a moment before offering a tentative smile. He returned it, as if surprised, and lifted his hand in a gesture of goodnight. Leliana’s smile widened and she turned around before he thought her a grinning fool.
Modifié par Sisimka, 03 avril 2010 - 05:44 .
#466
Posté 03 avril 2010 - 02:08
Olwaye
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Thank you for this Sisi, nice idea the girls spying on the boys.
And it's a tad more in the angst department than the fluff, which can only lead us to more drama, slashing, tears, blood and guts soon.
Put the kiddies to bed, send back the unicorns, fluff week is officilay over.
And it's a tad more in the angst department than the fluff, which can only lead us to more drama, slashing, tears, blood and guts soon.
Put the kiddies to bed, send back the unicorns, fluff week is officilay over.
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Posté 03 avril 2010 - 02:17
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Ahh girl talk. With Morrigan. Which would be an argument with anyone else. :-P
Nice lead-up to More than Friends!!
Nice lead-up to More than Friends!!
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Posté 03 avril 2010 - 03:36
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Sisi, you are a writing machine lately! Every time I finished one there was another waiting. They're terrific, every last one of them. Your writing is getting so much more polished with each story.
#469
Posté 03 avril 2010 - 03:52
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Ilvra wrote...
Sisi, you are a writing machine lately! Every time I finished one there was another waiting. They're terrific, every last one of them. Your writing is getting so much more polished with each story.
Thanks for the compliment Ilvra! I have been rather inspired lately and these little one-shots have been very relaxing to write!
Olwaye, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Sandi, it does lead into More Than Friends really nicely, doesn't it? See, these two one-shots just needed to be written.
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Posté 03 avril 2010 - 03:58
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Sisimka wrote...
Sandi, it does lead into More Than Friends really nicely, doesn't it? See, these two one-shots just needed to be written.
Absolutely!!!!
Ilvra's right, by the way. Your writing is becoming more and more polished with every story!!
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Posté 03 avril 2010 - 04:01
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Sandtigress wrote...
Ilvra's right, by the way. Your writing is becoming more and more polished with every story!!
Kinda makes you wonder how you all got through Hero of Ferelden, doesn't it?
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Posté 03 avril 2010 - 06:41
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Loved the fact you did two sides of the same conversation in these two fics yet still made it interesting.
#473
Posté 03 avril 2010 - 07:57
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Sisimka wrote...
Sandtigress wrote...
Ilvra's right, by the way. Your writing is becoming more and more polished with every story!!
Kinda makes you wonder how you all got through Hero of Ferelden, doesn't it?
Not really. You only need one word to answer that.
Aedan.
#474
Posté 03 avril 2010 - 08:16
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Sandtigress wrote...
Sisimka wrote...
Sandtigress wrote...
Ilvra's right, by the way. Your writing is becoming more and more polished with every story!!
Kinda makes you wonder how you all got through Hero of Ferelden, doesn't it?
Not really. You only need one word to answer that.
Aedan.
Awwww, I'm so touched!
