Trusting a Shem- Fanfic- Prt Six
Title: Trusting a Shem, prt 6
Author: Promisetruth
Rating: T
Characters: Fem!Mahariel, Alistair, Tamlen (Erm, the thought of him), Wynne, Zevran, Uldred.
Pairing: Fem!Mahariel/Tamlen, Fem!Mahariel/Alistair
Summary: Female Dalish Elf (Mira Mahariel) and her journey as a Grey Warden. Her conflict with her old life and clan, more importantly with Tamlen, interferes with her choices and with her reactions to a certain Alistair. The group faces Uldred in the final moments of the Circle Tower. Some more kissing discussion between Alistair and Mira.
Other parts of the story can be found at:
promisetruth or promisefics (Fanfiction jounal)
Note: Spoilers for Circle Tower quest line. And, next chapter will be a biggie! Due to skipping the Deep Roads and shrieks. And we all know what shrieks mean when it comes to Tamlen. So enjoy this chapter and get ready! X-posted to Swooping is bad.
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A former lover? Someone who is assumed dead, who under all circumstances should be dead, yet still could be alive? The whole thing made Alistair's head hurt. Then again that could be due to the blood magic trying to break its way into his mind.
"Do you except the gift I offer?" the colossal pride demon formally known as Uldred roared. Alistair felt things, like millions of skittering bugs, claw at his mind. It made everything fuzzy. Fuuuuzzzyyy. Even the word sounded funny now. He heard a call coming from far away.
"Mira, use the litany!" Relief from the bugs came instantly. A wave of clarity. He rushed at the monster with his sword, blocking a swipe with his shield that nearly knocked him down, and pushed the blade in deep.
"Zevran," he ordered at the elf. "Now!" The blonde elf grinned and nodded. Zev used his daggers as a way to pull himself up Uldred's back.
"The spikes are making this quite difficult." yelled the elf. It was just a few more stabs till Zevran made it to the head of this thing. Alistair noted as he tried to keep Uldred's attention on himself.
"Hurry up Zevran, we do not have much time!" Wynne warned. The assassin sighed.
"Ah, well you all yelling at me to get the job done is not really helping."
"Stand back!" came a new voice, it was Mira. She had a flaming arrow strung in her bow and was aiming at the head of the pride demon. Maker knows where she got the weapon. "Zev, move!" she cried as she shot the arrow. The Antivian jumped down quickly and landed with a harsh thud. The arrow whistled and burned angrily as it raced to its target, leaving trails of smoke behind it. It landed with a sickening thud.
"I'd advise you to move out of the way Alistair. Unless you wish to have that thing on top of you, my friend." Zevran winced from the floor.
"Erm, right." the Templar nodded as he hastily moved backwards from the the lurching giant. Uldred swayed like a flimsy tree would during harsh winds; the thing's arms flailing to grab at any tangible object. And just as the towering pride demon fell down to a seemingly dramatic death, its mass of flesh dissipated off of Uldred's body- leaving a weak and frail human corpse on the floor.
"We did it..." Wynne whispered.
"A little help here," moaned Zevran who still laid on the stone floor. "The pain is rather annoying." Mira and Wynne walked over to their fallen comrade. With practiced fingers the mage felt the assassin's arm, running her hands up and down.
"It is only broken." she affirmed as Wynne stood up.
"Only broken, oh madame you do not know the ravaging pain I feel."
"Alistair, help the First Enchanter. I will help you up Zev." Mira issued as she let the other elf lean on her. They made the way down the flights of stairs.
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Everything that happened was just a blur to Mira. None of it matter. They saved the Circle gaining both Wynne as another traveling companion and the loyalty of the mages for the upcoming battle. But all Mira could think about was how Tamlen could still be alive. When they arrived back at camp the sun had set for the night.
"Why, my dear, you are grinning as if nothing in the world is wrong. Do tell me, what happened between you and the Templar last night?" Zevran purred out to her as they started putting up the tents.
"Nothing." Mira frowned at her friend. Zev chuckled at her as he smoothed out the tent.
"Of course. Because when nothing happens that is when one smiles. And come now Mira, the look in your eyes. You practically beam with happiness."
"Maybe. But that has nothing to do with Alistair," she frowned at the other elf. "I just have to sort out this Blight and go on with my real purpose."
"Your real purpose?" came a new voice. It was angry and hurt. It came from Alistair. Zevran coughed awkwardly.
"Right, I shall leave you two to it then? I know how this turns out. Not rather pretty." the elf turned on his heel and hastily made his way over to the bard who was cooking some odd looking meat in a pot. Mira sighed, how many times would this Templar change his tune?
"Yes Alistair, my real purpose. I had no desire to be a Grey Warden. I had no desire to leave the forest or my Clan. This was forced upon me. My real purpose is to find Tamlen." Alistair shook his head, and Mira could not tell if it was a motion out of pity or regret.
"Mira, I'm sorry to whatever has happened to you-"
"See!" she growled. "You do not even know what I have been through!" Alistair took her wrists with his hands and pulled the Dalish closer to him. The action startled Mira.
"Because you tell me nothing!" Mira opened her mouth to speak out but no words came. How could she argue when Alistair only spoke the truth? Once again his lips where on hers. This is wrong. The voice shamed Mira. "Tell me your story." the Templar pleaded with her once he broke away.
And so Mira did.
"And then I came to Ostagar with Duncan," she concluded once the elf was finished with her tale. "That is why he could still be alive." You know that he is alive Mira. I'm still here. The voice pointed out. The human stood up.
"Thank you Mira. For telling me that," Alistair said. He did not have it in him to tell Mira the real truth, to tell her what the Darkspawn do to bodies. It was best to give her the small comfort of that her lover was still alive. Even if it did mean it would take more to win his flower over. Nothing worth having comes easy. "Right, well I think I'm going to get something to eat. Goodnight Mira."
"Goodnight Alistair." she replied as she watched the Templar walk away. She did not hear the quiet footsteps till the words of Zevran slipped into her ear.
"You do know, fair lady, that every time you kiss it is he who pulls away and not yourself?"
"I thought you did not know what went on last night?" she turned her head to the side to see Zev's eyes flash with triumph.
"Ah, yes, well I was just...oh...seeing if you would speak the truth. Now, that is not the point," he poked Mira on the shoulder. "You never pull away from him, and no matter what you have told me about this Tamlen fellow, you are still drawn to Alistair. Otherwise you would not let this lip touching continue." Zevran helped Mira up and she glared at him.
"And what makes you the king of love?"
"Haha! Oh, my dear, you have no idea." they made their way to the middle of the camp. "Dinner?" he asked with a wink.