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[swooping_isbad]

Who: Alistair and...Morrigan...
Where: Morrigan's room at the inn
When: in the dead of night, when no one can hear you scream. Mwa ha ha!
Style: third
Status: closed
Warning(s): Look out! Much derp will be had!

Comments

Lmfao mental images of Oghren. THANK YOU.

[wildernesswitch]

Morrigan was trying not to over-think everything. It was a lot to take in, really, and she was dealing with it as best she could. It was tough enough thinking about what had happened to her son, half expecting he'd been found by Templars, but now that she was here, why in the name of all that was unholy did she have to be stuck with Alistair? Leliana would have been easier to deal with-- Even Wynne, or Sten... or anyone but Alistair

8> You're welcome~

[swooping_isbad]

His brain stopped in mid-thought when Morrigan opened the door. What in Andraste's name was she wearing? That wasn't what she had been wearing the previous day...or however long it had really been since he'd seen her...

He calmed himself. It wasn't unlikely that she'd have changed clothing. After all he didn't always run around in his armor. Okay, yes he did, but that wasn't the point.

He stepped into the room cautiously, taking inventory of the room's contents with a few quick sweeps of his eyes. Everything was so...odd...He didn't understand. What were these things, and why was it necessary to have them in a bed chamber? Wasn't the point to sleep, and maybe a few other select activities, none of which required anything distracting.

Maker help him. He was in Morrigan's bed chamber. This was different though, right? People often shared the same room in an inn, right

I can just imagine her going all spidery at him now XD

[wildernesswitch]

Morrigan watched him nearly fall over himself and tightened the laces on her shirt, just to comfort herself a little that he wouldn't be staring at her chest, even if it had gotten bigger and she had gotten curvier since having a baby. Two years of travelling hadn't worked off all the weight and had left her with wider hips, a bigger chest and a harsher glare

Thank Andraste for Flemeth's grimoire. X3

[swooping_isbad]

"We should find out then, yes? Why we were brought here, that is," he said, still standing in the same spot. As much as would have loved to take a literal load off of his feet, he didn't like the idea of getting comfortable with or around Morrigan. Not when they were the only two people in the room, at least

It has everything. It knows what you had for breakfast.

[wildernesswitch]

"My, my... an intelligent idea from the ex-Templar." It was almost impossible, but it had to have happened sooner or later, hadn't it? Honestly, it was Alistair's... Alistair-ness that made Morrigan worry her child would grow up just as bad, though his Old God spirit would likely affect everything they had put into him themselves. He was two-- no one was to know anything yet. A two year old cared little about anything but themselves

No, no seeming. That's what it was. xD; FFFF-- That man was mine, GDI!

[swooping_isbad]

He narrowed his eyes in s harsh stare. "Yes, I know. Shocking, isn't it?" He could have held his tongue, but he got an odd sort of pleasure from bickering with her. It was a ray of sunshine in his otherwise dreary existence.

"We agree then." He shuddered. That wasn't easy to say. "We'll work together to-- What did you say? Did you just say that I'm the king?" He didn't like that idea. No, he didn't care for it one bit. He'd never had any desire to become king. Duncan had known that. The Warden knew that. It didn't make sense that he would rise to the throne. Eamon had expressed that it was Alistair's birthright and responsibility...and he had only been a few days' walk from the Landsmeet...

(Congratulations, Morrigan. You sent him into hyperventilation. XD)