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 Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 8:22 pm
CHAPTER TWENTY – Anders “I brought a live one!” Hawke called, carrying you into the Darktown clinic. Anders turned to look at you and let out an exasperated sigh before returning his attention to recordkeeping. “Hawke,” he began, “as much as I enjoy your company, it is wholly unnecessary to gallivant about in my clinic. Nor is it necessary to precede the time you two will surely spend in a bedroom with a visit to me. You should know I don’t treat those kinds of diseases and—” “Doesn’t treat those kinds of diseases, he says,” Hawke winked at you. “You can gather quite a lot of information without even examining her, sparkle-fingers. Tell me, does that come from having a bloodthirsty demon locked inside of you?” Anders turned to glare at him. “Benevolent spirit.” He crossed his arms. “And what if it does?” “I don’t recall you neglecting to examine a patient before,” Hawke mused. “Or perhaps this is a selective policy. You won’t examine her because she’s wrapped up in my arms like a lover.” Hawke set you down gently. “There, Anders, she’s on her feet, though I’m not sure for how long.” You fought to remain steady as the pain returned to your ankle. Anders’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” “If you boys are done with your jealous spat, I’d like to sit down.” But the request was too late as your ankle gave out from under you once again. Anders rushed forward to catch you, but Hawke reached you first. “Fallen for me again, have we?” Hawke’s eyes sparkled with mischief. You smiled weakly. He and Anders positioned themselves on either side of you and hoisted you onto the nearest patient table. “Thank you for bringing her here, Hawke,” Anders drawled. “But I think that’s all the help I’ll be needing.” Hawke didn’t seem very happy at this suggestion and you caught him cross his arms and open his mouth for a retort. “Just go,” you told him. Then, you reached into your pocket and tossed him your house key. “Bring the basket to my house if you would. Help yourself to anything inside.” “Does that include your smallclothes?” he asked and you rolled your eyes before taking off your shoe and throwing it at him. “Just go!” The wolfish grin never left his face as he walked out the door with your basket of edibles. “Sorry about him,” you murmured to Anders. “Slept with him once and now he won’t let me forget it.” You looked out the door where he’d left. “He’s a good man, though. Carried me here all the way from Hightown.” Anders scoffed. “No one would leave such a flower to wilt.” He said goodbye to the only other patient in the room before turning back to you, then did a double-take. “You’re blushing.” You coughed. “No, I’m not.” “Oh, yes you are.” “No, no, it’s just this heat. Maker, it’s like the middle of the summer!” Anders checked his pocket-watch, then smiled cheekily. “Middle of the day or not, you’re blushing.” “Okay, okay! I’m blushing,” you averted your gaze and kicked your feet. “Can we just get on with the examination?” “Of course,” Anders said, though the twinkle of amusement never left his eyes. “Foot or leg?” “Ankle.” Anders turned up your skirt hem carefully, then hissed. “That’s one swollen ankle.” “Really? Let me see!” You eagerly looked down but Anders covered the injury quickly. “I think you’d rather not. Seeing it just might make it hurt more.” He walked to the desk to take some notes. In the meantime, of course, you turned up your skirt hem and— “Andraste’s t**t!” you cried and Anders dropped his quill. Your ankle was no longer visible from the swelling that had made the joint three times its usual size. In fact, all you could see was a calf, a giant ball of flesh, and your foot, that had also swollen in size. “I told you not to look at it,” Anders sighed and pulled your skirt back down. “And watch your tongue, there could be children outside.” You opened your mouth for a retort then snapped it shut. He was right. Refugee and orphan children often wandered Darktown. “Sorry.” He gave you small smile before energy channeled to his hands, glowing green. “So, how did it happen?” he asked, moving his hands around your ankle. “Tripped and fell on my way to Hightown.” You smiled at him wryly. “Not very exciting, I know, but there it is.” “You could always say you wrestled a Templar,” Anders suggested. “About to carve up small mage children,” you giggled and Anders smiled. “You would, wouldn’t you?” “I’d at least smack him with my lute.” Anders laughed then shook his head. “No, I shouldn’t be asking you to put yourself in danger.” You smiled and tilted your head. “What if there doesn’t have to be any danger?” “Oh?” Anders looked up from his work. “Do tell.” “What if I charmed the Templar and made him run away with me instead?” “Would you really want to run away with a Templar?” “That Cullen character makes some nice eye candy.” You shrugged. Anders placed a healing hand on your cheek, fixing a bruise you hadn’t realized was there. “Well, a certain mage child would miss you.” “Oh? And who might that be?” Suddenly, Anders turned from you and cradled his head in his hands. His skin appeared cracked with blue light spilling from it. He groaned and whimpered. “Anders?” you asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. He winced at your touch. “Anders?” “You need to go. Now,” he said and you gathered your things quickly before scampering off, only looking back to offer a silent apology and prayer for his safety.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:27 pm
Oh sweet mother Andraste That Anders Chapter holy crap I loved it
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 7:27 pm
MORE-rolls on the ground-
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 4:53 pm
Since the last chapter is taking so long to validate, and my lovely readers here have been so patient about it, I figured I'd post the next chapter as a treat. smile As a fair warning, I wrote this to help me cope after I broke up with my ex, so it's not particularly relevant or good, but more for myself than anything. Nonetheless, it's in the story, so post it, I shall. smile CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – Fenris “Oh! A piano?” Your eyes lit up excitedly at the sight. “You have a piano?” Fenris looked to you for a moment before nodding sharply. “It was here when I found the place…Do you know how to play?” Your head bobbed enthusiastically. “I’ve played since I was a little girl. Every musician knows a little bit of piano.” You hurried over the instrument, picking up and replacing the bench that lay overturned in the rubble. Opening the piano cover, you stretched your fingers, placed your hands on the keys, and… “May I?” you asked, suddenly aware of your audacity. You’d welcomed yourself to the instrument in a home that was not your own. But Fenris nodded, retiring against a nearby wall and bowing his head as if preparing to listen. You smile as you returned to the keys, but your expressions tinted with sadness as the song you wanted to play, one you’d written, came to mind. You played a brief, melancholy intro before beginning to sing. Of all the mountains and valleys
Mapped across my body
He’d never wander, he’d
just enjoy the view
He never navigated by
the land’s scarring
In fact, he just denied
its truth
That boy never loved me
He never loved me
So I buried him deep beneath the soil
He never bothered to touch or till
And sometimes, late at night, he whispers to me still
“I’m here,” is what he says, “and I will never leave.”
But I know, eventually…
My sun was too hot, he would complain
And for his sunburns I was to blame
But when offered clouds
He went on and on about the rain
And he could never dirty his hands
And somehow couldn’t understand
He couldn’t make love to me
Without chancing to love me
That boy never loved me
He never loved me
So I buried him deep beneath the soil
He never bothered to touch or till
And sometimes, late at night, he whispers to me still
“I’m here,” is what he says, “and I will never leave.”
But I know, eventually…
My sun was too hot
He would complain
But he couldn’t stand the rain
And I gave him a map of my body, it’s not my fault
He lost his way
My sun was too hot
He would complain
But he couldn’t stand the rain
And I gave him a map of my body, it’s not my fault
He lost his way
That boy never loved me
He never loved me
So I buried him deep beneath the soil
He never bothered to touch or till
And sometimes, late at night, he whispers to me still
“I’m here,” is what he says, “and I will never leave.”
But I know, eventually
All goes to the worms. You finished the song with a resolute chord. “You have a beautiful voice,” Fenris said, and you jumped at his proximity. You had been so engrossed in the song, you hadn’t even noticed that he had moved right behind you. “Thank you,” you murmured before you instinctively clutched your heart. The song made it hurt. “So, you killed him,” Fenris said airily from behind. “Metaphorically,” you amended, “I buried all the thoughts and feelings for him deep down within myself, so they wouldn’t hurt me anymore…but it didn’t work. ‘Sometimes, late at night, he whispers to me still,’” you quoted the song. “The b*****d, to hurt you so,” Fenris growled unhappily, but something about your expression made him calm. “He’s gone now,” the elf said, kneeling beside where you sat. “You don’t have to worry about him hurting you anymore. And if he tries anything,” he outstretched a lyrium-marked arm that began to glow as he clenched his fist. You smiled softly before you leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his chapped lips. “Thank you.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:57 pm
Feel like posting the next chapter. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – Isabela It was a typical night after-hours at the Hanged Man. Hawke and his group had cleared out, leaving only you, Varric, and Isabela sipping on ale. It was nearing the end of your shift, and consequently, your break-taking with the two companions when Isabela suddenly pressed her lips to your ear. “My pet, it’s been so long since you’ve moaned at my touch.” Her breath was hot against your skin, and you flushed. “Is that something you’ve been missing?” you murmured back, eyes on Varric who was forcibly ignoring the two of you. “Not if you come with me.” She stood up from her seat beside you and sauntered to her room, hips swaying. With a wink, she closed the door behind her. You looked to Varric, then the closed door, then to Varric again, honestly unsure if you should follow her or not. Finally, the dwarf set down his tankard and sighed. “Go ahead,” he motioned with his hands toward where the sea captain had gone. “No one can resist Riviani’s charm.” “You can,” you commented dryly. Varric scratched his cheek. “About that, I’ve been meaning to tell you…I’m not into humans, so…” You smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Varric.” You stood up, patting his shoulder as you left. “Thanks for the ale.” “Of course, we’re still friends,” he began as though rehearsed, then seemingly realized you had said something entirely different than he had planned. “Wait, Songbird,” he called after you, “I never said I was paying!” But you had already closed the door behind you. “I knew you would follow,” Isabela said. And what a sight awaited you. The sea captain’s shirt fell from her shoulders onto the floor quietly. Speechless, you practically fell back into the chair near the door, watching the beauty undress before you. “Oh, where are my manners?” she walked to you and turned her back, only a bra covering her top. “Help a lady out?” You gulped before undoing the clasp. Her breasts spilled out and she turned to you, the candlelight causing her caramel skin to glow. She straddled you, still half-dressed, or half-undressed, and ran a finger along your collarbone. “Now, my pretty pet, where would you like to start tonight?”
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 4:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:14 pm
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR – Sebastian The night of the charity-choir event was slow to come. You had let the owner of the Hanged Man know you would be taking the night off, by which he honestly seemed disappointed. Apparently, revenue had increased considerably since you had taken over the previous bard’s body, and he worried that a night without you might seriously throw off his numbers. You assured him you would be back the next night, and after many assurances, he gave you his blessing. That left you an entire day and the early evening hours with nothing to do except wait for the event. The anxiety of sitting around, doing nothing, got to you, so you decided to mess with your hair and make-up to pass the time. By the time you had prettied yourself up, there was a knock on the door. After putting away all of your supplies, you answered the door, and sure enough, Sebastian, in his usual white and gold attire, waited outside. You took a moment just to admire the royal archer…his broad shoulders, tan skin, bright blue eyes, and well-fitted armor. It was as you finished that he realized he was doing the same to you. “I like your hair,” he said in his lightly accented voice. You gently ran your fingers over the braid you had put them in, with woven-in flowers. “Thanks,” you said, stepping outside and locking the door behind you. “Shall we be off?” He offered you an arm, which you gladly took. You couldn’t help but notice the taut muscles under your hand. It made you flush the more you thought of it, but the new moon did much to hide the effects of such thoughts from your companion. The escorting to the Chantry was neither long nor short, and passed as a comfortable silence between the two of you. You arrived early to help with preparations: setting up tables, cooking hot soups and slicing fresh bread, even the Circle mages left the Tower (under Templar surveillance, of course) to help make sure the hot foods stayed hot and the cold foods cold. “Quite useful,” you commented to Sebastian at one point, and he merely smiled before leading you to the Grand Cleric. “Mother Elthina,” Sebastian bowed in her presence and you followed in suit. “This is the woman I spoke of earlier. She has come to help with the charity event and listen to the choir afterwards.” The old woman smiled at you. “Sebastian has told me much about you.” “Oh?” You quirked an eyebrow in his direction. “Only good things, I hope.” “Mostly, yes, though one thing has worried him.” “Mother, please,” he began, but the Cleric stopped him. “He’s said that you look lost, out-of-place. And as I look at you, I see a woman who feels as though she doesn’t belong.” You averted your gaze. How could they read into you so plainly, as if you were simply an open book laid before them? “I think many of us are lost,” you avoided her accusations. “Yes,” she said, stepping towards you to look closer into your eyes. “But not as much as you.” “Grand Cleric,” a Sister approached your group. “The poor are gathering on the steps. Should I show them in?” “Yes, child,” she smiled, bowing her head slightly. The Sister bowed back before disappearing. “Shall we return to the stations?” Sebastian grabbed your hand, ready to lead. “Yes,” you turned back to the Cleric. “A good eve to you, Mother.” She smiled, though her eyes held mystery as Sebastian led you away. “The choir was beautiful,” you confided in Sebastian. The two of you walked back to your home together, the prince had insisted he escort you, again with your hands clasped on his arm. A chill breeze hit you as you walked down the steps from Hightown, and you briefly pulled yourself closer to him until it passed. “Sorry,” you murmured to him, seeing his eyes wide. He cleared his throat and shook his head quickly. “No, no, it’s fine. Just so you know, I’d give you my coat if I had one to offer.” “Damn men and their body heat,” you muttered, but apparently not quietly enough because Sebastian laughed. “You can walk closer to me then,” he wrapped an arm around you, “but only for warmth.” You smirked, wrapping your arm around him as well. “Oh, Seb, you’re so bold tonight.” He flushed and coughed. “Yes, well…” he never did finish the sentence. “I can’t wait to get this blouse off,” you said. There was an incident involving a soup spill while one of the mages was casting a spell. You happened to be in the blast radius. “I am awfully sorry about that,” Sebastian said. “I quite liked that shirt on you too.” You considered asking him how he would like it off of you, but let the opportunity pass. “No, no, it’s not your fault. Poor bloke simply lost control of himself.” “I’m sure that’s not the first time that’s happened to you.” “Oh?” You smirked at him. “Why do you say that?” “You’re a beautiful woman,” Sebastian stopped you at your door. “A blind man could see that.” “And do you see that?” you asked. When he didn’t answer, you sighed and began unlocking the door. Sebastian started walking away as soon as it opened, so you grabbed him by the arm. “You don’t have to leave yet,” you told him. “I think it’d be best if I did,” he replied, but didn’t shrug off your grip on him. “Well, it’s rude to reject an invitation.” It took him a moment, and you watched his bright blue eyes flicker in indecision before he finally went inside. You followed him, and as he sat in a chair at the far end of the room, you closed the door. You lit a candle on your nightstand before heading to your dresser, undoing your braids in the mirror. He simply watched you. After that was done, you opened one of the drawers and pulled out your nightgown. Nonchalantly, you began to take off your soiled shirt to replace it with your new clothing, but a warm pair of hands stopped you midway. “Don’t,” was all he said, and you looked behind you to find Sebastian. “I’m just changing,” you said. “Yes, well that’s not what you’re doing to me.” “Oh?” you pushed off his grip and finished taking your shirt off before turning around to face him. “And what is that?” “You know what it is,” he breathed through clenched teeth. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You make me feel so uplifted yet so damn guilty.” He took a step towards you before grabbing your shoulders. “I want you, but not like this.” Without much thought, you easily closed the space between you two, pressing your ice-cold lips against his that burned hot like flame. You felt him relax and move against you, easing into the kiss. When you finally parted, his eyes were downcast. “I should go.” And as he disappeared from sight, there was no sign he had been there in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 3:31 pm
WOW! Much talent!
Pretty happy to have you here...the place is still pretty nice, happy to see people are still breathing life into this guild (I'm esper terra, I created the guild ^^)
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:53 pm
LaLuneNoire WOW! Much talent! Pretty happy to have you here...the place is still pretty nice, happy to see people are still breathing life into this guild (I'm esper terra, I created the guild ^^) asdfjkl; redface thank you heart
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:38 pm
As much as I hate Seb please r- - - that poor boy XD Amazing job as always love it I can't wait for more!
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:50 pm
Vir Adahlen As much as I hate Seb please r- - - that poor boy XD Amazing job as always love it I can't wait for more! Aye, only quote that comes to mind for the writting is the following (not very creative) expression:FEED ME MORE! I went trough all these chapters quite quick and I really enjoy it. Thinking of doing some kind of compilation, someday? Also, the ToS of gaia are meh, sorry they more or less prevent you from posting that chapter in the guild, cause the guild sure is alright with that...lol You write very well too...
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 2:34 pm
Due to popular demand and luna being slow about approving my next chapter, I'm posting it early on here. Enjoy! smile CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE – Zevran You lied in your bed as the sun crept overhead to the western end of the skies. Watching the people walk by your house window, you found their comings and goings weren’t very interesting, but they were a nice drone with their rhythmic footsteps and passing. A sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and tried to take that nap you had originally gotten into bed for, but your mind wouldn’t stop buzzing for some reason or another. And as a dark-skinned elf climbed through your open window, you decided your mind’s activity must have been fate’s way of keeping you awake for what was to come. He slid the glass closed and its accompanying blinds quickly covered all view of the outside world. The two of you just stared at each other for a while, from where his Antivan leather boots were placed on your bed as he crouched over your form, where you laid sprawled. “Pardon me, messere, I’m sure these are not the circumstances either of us would prefer for this meeting, but perhaps you could offer some assistance. One little person to another.” He extended a hand to help you sit up. “Says the intruder of my home,” you said, but took his hand regardless. His hands were warm, very warm, as warm as his voice that purred to you. “Yes, well, I would not have intruded by choice, mind you. You see, I had a little run-in with the Antivan Crows and…” “I know who you are,” you saved him from explanation. Zevran opened his mouth, surely to ask how, but before he could, there was a banging on the door. “If anyone is in here, open the door.” “Yes, well, however you know me, messere, I must ask you a favor.” He hopped off the bed, pulling you to your feet. “I need you to stall for time while I hide.” You shook your head. “Why don’t I just lure them in, then you can swoop in for the kill.” He smirked at you, or perhaps a memory. “As my good friend would say, ‘Swooping is bad.’ I do not want to kill them, then they would know I was here. Merely, elude them.” There were more knocks, poundings. “Open up now or we’ll force our way in.” Your eyes widened as you turned from the door back to Zevran. “Then get under the bed. Quickly! Hide, hide!” “The bed? But that is so obvious! Perhaps a broom cupboard?” “Look around! Do you think I have a broom cupboard in here?” You shoved him towards the bed as there was more pounding. “Just a moment!” Zevran crawled under the tiny space and you quickly threw some sheets to hide him from view, not that the crawlspace wasn’t dark enough. The men pounded more. “Please wait!” you called, straightening out the sheets to look more natural. “Messere, you have until the count of three. 1…” “Please, just give me a moment!” “2…” “Just wait, please!” “3!” They barged in, but stopped dead in their tracks shortly after you came into view. You stood in the room’s center, shirt hanging off one of your arms, the rest of your body clad only in smallclothes. You covered yourself in mock embarrassment. “Didn’t I say to wait?!” “Our apologies, messere,” one of the Crows spoke, flushing madly. “We’ll just be leaving—” “Wait a second…she’s all alone in this house,” the second Crow told the first. The first took a moment to process his meaning before a wicked grin spread across his face. “You’re right, she is…” They both approached you, their eyes glinting with menace. You could feel yourself begin to tremble as you backed away from both of them. Your eyes flickered under the bed only to find the sheets upturned, with Zevran gone! Twin cries of pain and consequent gurgling returned your focus to your adversaries, who slumped to the floor on sight. Blood squirted from their cleanly slit throats, spurting on you. You flinched on contact, and viewed the bodies on the floor with a strange mix of horror, relief, and disgust. Zevran stood before you, sheathing his bloodied blades. “Your undressing was quick wit on your part, messere, but I could not allow you to distract them at such a cost to yourself,” he said. “Thank you,” you bowed your head. “That was a cost I’m glad to have avoided.” “I suppose this makes my debt repaid to you in full.” He stepped over the bodies to approach you. “Pity,” you wrung your hands together. “I was hoping for other ways to repay it.” “Oh?” the elf smirked. “And what might those be?” He afforded no resistance as you pulled him to bed with you, and as though practiced, your lips found one another’s, and molded to a perfect fit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:25 pm
more! OOOO I love that you threw Zevvy in the story..Ahh that sexy sexy elven whoreson ah...-drools-
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 7:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 2:10 pm
Mods are taking forever to approve latest chapter and I can't post the next chapter on here because it's a lemon. :/
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