The NecklaceIt should have been the perfect opportunity. Even he could realise that much. They'd just spent a wonderful night together, the first of what he hoped would be many more to come.
But here he was, sat beside the camp fire as dawn began to illuminate the horizon. His insides were all in knots with fear, joy, worry and love all passing judgement in his mind.
"She won't like it. She didn't really like the rose."
"Give it to her now, before you lose it."
"She only slept with you because you're a prince."
"She loves you, and will love it too."
Alistair shook his head, trying to clear the many voices from his thoughts. The chain held between his fingers leapt and twisted, flashing in the growing light; brought to life by his movements.
Tenderly he straightened the delicate chain, draping it over his palm. The chain was of delicate silver links, and weighed hardly anything in his grasp. But the pendant let him know it was there. Though not particularly large, it felt heavy and hot is his hand;
One Warden and Her DogWynne was knelt on the ground, a selection of bottles, jars and bandages at her side.
"I'm sorry my child, this does not bode well." Her voice was soft and sympathetic as she spoke, sadness written on her face.
"Please Wynne. Just try. He's all I have left now, since, since…" Elisa looked across at the mage, tears opening coursing down her bloodied cheeks.
Wynne nodded and began her preparations. "Hold him. I'll try not to cause him more harm, but I'd rather not lose a hand if I do."
Elissa nodded, and sat down on the ground. Gently she lifted the mabari's head and placed it in her lap. He gave a slight whimper, and looked at his mistress with huge, pain filled eyes.
They'd been jumped by a large group of darkspawn on their way back from Denerim. Scruffs had leapt into the fray, bravely defending his mistress and her companions. Elissa had watched as her hound took down three of the vial creatures before taking a blow to the side from an axe. The hound dispatched his attacker bef
Family BraceletThere looked to be hundreds of tiny objects pinned to the velvet pad, yet there could only be a handful if that. Each one intricately crafted from metal and stones.
A sigh escaped her lips, before she could stop it. All her wealth and jewellery was long gone now. Any wealth she came into now, went into covering the ever growing expenses required to fight the Blight.
"So. Which would you choose?" soft Orlesian tones asked from her shoulder.
Turning her head slightly, the young Warden smiled. "To represent what? Me? Or you?"
Leliana get a tinkling laugh. "How about for each member of our small family?"
She liked that. In a way they really were family now. No kindred blood flowed through their veins, yet the blood spilled to defend the land bound them tighter than any oath or relation.
Standing a little straighter, a finger on her lip, she pondered the choice.
"That one." Her finger pointed to a silver owl. "Wynne. Wise and silent but deadly."
The rogue at her side nodded in agreement. "O
He could definitely hear her calling his name. But now was no time to listen. The archdemon had to be slain. In moments he could complete that task. He would be remembered through out Ferelden as a brave King, even if his reign was so brief.
Her voice was definitely getting closer, it was now or never… He was ready… then darkness flashed before his eyes.
"NO!" His voice came out a high pitched wail, and he spun about. Elissa was stood directly behind him, a plug swinging in her hand.
"I've been calling you for ten minutes. We're supposed to be meeting the rest of the guys at the cinema in ten minutes."
"But... but…" he looked crest fallen. He'd been so close. When had he last saved. He couldn't remember.
"I'll make it up to you later," Elissa purred stroking his cheek gently before kissing him. "Now come on before we miss the film."
All he could do was give her his most winning smile. "That's why I love you. Always the practical one."
Untitled When Curiosity Met Insanity FanFictionUntitled - (I apologise for my lousy grammar and spelling)
She held her arms out to him, a pleading look on her tear soaked face.
In a single swift motion, he pulled her across the soft fabric of the sofa, pressing her against his turned chest, strong arms encircling her tightly.
"It'll be alright," he whispered raising a hand to gently stroke her head, blond curls flattened under his palm. "No matter what the weather brings, I'll be your umbrella and shade."
Her shoulders shock as more tears and sobs escaped her, muffled by the fabric covering her face. Pushing back away from his chest, she took a large ragged breath, trying to gain some composure. Tilting her head upwards to look at him, cheeks red and tear crossed, "Everyone is moving forwards, yet I'm stuck in time, unable to follow."
"You have no desire to change the person you have become. You grew in body and rounded in mind. The way you are now is exactly as you desire and exactly as you should alway be," he gave her a cr