WOW Challenge #5 Lying. (Because I'm never on time)
Author: promisetruth
Pairing: Alistair/Fem!Cousland
Characters: Alistair, Fem!Cousland, Morrigan
Rating: T
Word Count: 421
Summary: The 'truth' of Morrigan's ritual.
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There was only one reason why Morrigan was going to do this: she could not bear to see the two Wardens sharing loving, pathetic glances and arguing about who would sacrifice themselves to the Archdemon. The mage scoffed. Why would she lie to herself? There were two reasons; the other was purely lust. She wanted to know why Elissa was content with that novice-in-bed Templar. She wanted Alistair. Just for one night though. Morrigan rhythmically tapped her fingers against the stony wall that she leaned on. But how to achieve such a feat? No use slipping a love potion to him....too obvious. But, ah-hah! She grinned. It would be so easy.
With that Morrigan confronted Elissa with a smile, easily spilling out a tale of how there was a loophole out of death itself. When the woman protested, Morrigan blatantly told her that Alistair was not going to see his love killed. King or no king. That won the Grey Warden over. Now the only thing left was to wait.
Alistair walked, nay he stomped, into the room. A sour look was etched upon the Templar's face.
"Do not look like that, it will be far more pleasurable then you think." she frowned at him.
"I don't think sleeping with the witch would be anything close to pleasurable," came the man's dark reply. Elissa walked into the room, murmured some supportive words into Alistair's ear, and departed with a kiss. Finally, they we're alone. "Elissa...she didn't fully explain what was going to happen," Alistair told her. "What are you going to do?"
"Tis simple. We lay together and a child will be conceived. The soul of the Archdemon will be absorbed by the child and no one will die. I will then depart." Morrigan was met by silence.
"So Elissa and I can get married then?"
"What you two do after the battle is no concern of mine. Now," she motioned to his clothing. "We must start. Time is not on our hands." Alistair nodded and reached down to unbuckle his pants. Morrigan grinned. How simple a lie was. As easy as a spider spinning its own web. She reached to pull her robe off, this would be a night neither would forget.
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Before the sun rose the morning of the battle Morrigan departed. If she stayed then the Grey Wardens would learn of her lie. Better to leave them with the hope of falsehood then let them be confronted by the ugliness of truth. She was never seen again.
Pairing: Alistair/Fem!Cousland
Characters: Alistair, Fem!Cousland, Morrigan
Rating: T
Word Count: 421
Summary: The 'truth' of Morrigan's ritual.
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There was only one reason why Morrigan was going to do this: she could not bear to see the two Wardens sharing loving, pathetic glances and arguing about who would sacrifice themselves to the Archdemon. The mage scoffed. Why would she lie to herself? There were two reasons; the other was purely lust. She wanted to know why Elissa was content with that novice-in-bed Templar. She wanted Alistair. Just for one night though. Morrigan rhythmically tapped her fingers against the stony wall that she leaned on. But how to achieve such a feat? No use slipping a love potion to him....too obvious. But, ah-hah! She grinned. It would be so easy.
With that Morrigan confronted Elissa with a smile, easily spilling out a tale of how there was a loophole out of death itself. When the woman protested, Morrigan blatantly told her that Alistair was not going to see his love killed. King or no king. That won the Grey Warden over. Now the only thing left was to wait.
Alistair walked, nay he stomped, into the room. A sour look was etched upon the Templar's face.
"Do not look like that, it will be far more pleasurable then you think." she frowned at him.
"I don't think sleeping with the witch would be anything close to pleasurable," came the man's dark reply. Elissa walked into the room, murmured some supportive words into Alistair's ear, and departed with a kiss. Finally, they we're alone. "Elissa...she didn't fully explain what was going to happen," Alistair told her. "What are you going to do?"
"Tis simple. We lay together and a child will be conceived. The soul of the Archdemon will be absorbed by the child and no one will die. I will then depart." Morrigan was met by silence.
"So Elissa and I can get married then?"
"What you two do after the battle is no concern of mine. Now," she motioned to his clothing. "We must start. Time is not on our hands." Alistair nodded and reached down to unbuckle his pants. Morrigan grinned. How simple a lie was. As easy as a spider spinning its own web. She reached to pull her robe off, this would be a night neither would forget.
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Before the sun rose the morning of the battle Morrigan departed. If she stayed then the Grey Wardens would learn of her lie. Better to leave them with the hope of falsehood then let them be confronted by the ugliness of truth. She was never seen again.