Cheese or Forever
Ok, so I said that I brought a present in my intro and here it is. This is most definitely my first DAO fanfiction. It's Fem Cousland/Alistair. I am hoping the lj cut works...
Title: Cheese or Forever
Rating: T
Pairing: Fem Cousland/Alistair
Word Count: 963
Summary: Set right before the Landsmeet but after all of the events in the day. I felt that, considering all the stuff they had to do, the Landsmeet should have started the next day. Anyway, this is short story about the orphanage.
She had finally escaped from everyone's company. The rooftop of Arl Eamon's estate, in Denerim, provided a perfect view of the market district. The Landsmeet would be called tomorrow and she would have to make her choice for the throne. But, that was not the main focus of her thoughts. They had ventured to the Alienage today and while the slavers had been a shock nothing had prepared her for the help that she had given to Ser Otto.
The orphanage had tested her in ways that she had been unprepared for. The only other time she had felt this out of sorts was during the trip to Orzammar. The fight with the Brood Mother and Hespith's chant gave way to her realization as to why there were no female Grey Wardens. But, the orphanage was still different from Orzammar. The constant screams of the children, the chant about Ser Willem, and the blood on the toys forced her to think about the death of her nephew. She and her mother had walked into the room and there he laid. Cold. Lifeless. Dead. She ran her hands over her face in a futile effort to rid herself of the images. And then she sensed it or rather him. It was the one person she could not sneak away from.
“Am I intruding, Amelia?” Alistair's voice was uncharacteristicly quiet.
“No, it was just too crowded inside,” her voice was shaky and she didn't know how to fix it.
“Do you...need to...talk?” She smiled despite herself. Alistair always seemed to draw out the best emotions in her and she was certain that was why she had taken to him so quickly. “Is this about the orphanage?” the question was almost inaudible but she had heard it clearly.
“It is.” She turned and faced her lover and gave him a rueful smile. “The screams of all those children...” she trailed off as her eyes closed and silent tears began spilling down her cheeks.
Amelia felt Alistair's warm arms around her shoulders. She hadn't been paying attention when she turned around but he was without armor, as was she. The tears were quickly soaking into the soft material of the loose tunic. Her arms were around Alistair's taut waist.
“And I couldn't get the image of Oren out of my head,” She whispered into the material she was now clutching so desperately at. “The look....” she left off as she shivered. Alistair was gently rubbing her back. “I try so hard not to let any of it bother me...I don't want anybody to question my leadership. But sometimes...” a ragged sigh escaped her lips.
“None of the members of this party will think less of you, my lady.” She turned her puffy, tear-stained face up to look at Alistair. “You watched your entire family die at the hands of a person who claimed to be a friend.” The ex-templar paused but continued holding her.
“Don't I get a witty joke?” the silence was beginning to bother her but her comment caused a small laugh from the male.
“Oh, is that all I'm good for?” He was now holding her at arms length. “And here I thought we were sharing a tender, caring moment. But alas no....just a witty joke from me and then you'll send me away. You'll have got what you wanted.” She smiled and shook her head only now realizing that her long hair was framing her face.
“But, just think if I need you around for your witty jokes now I'll need you around for witty jokes forever,” The statement had tumbled out her mouth. She wasn't sure how she had been intending it but it was out now.
“Forever, huh?” there was a blush creeping across her cheeks and she was thankful that the moon was slightly obscured by clouds. “I will attempt to comply with your request, my dear lady.” he was still holding her at arms length.
“Don't make fun of me Alistair,” she stated. “I know where your cheese supply is,” he let her arms go and only laughed harder.
“Oh, no, not the cheese!” he cried in mock fear. “You can take me but spare the cheese!” he was laughing and he hadn't noticed her close the distance between them.
Amelia place her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his smiling ones. The laughter died quickly as he reciprocated in earnest. The youngest Cousland felt his hands rest on her hips and she sighed, contentedly, against his lips.
“What kind of tactic is this?” she felt him whisper against her kiss swollen lips.
“You asked me to take you instead of the cheese,” She paused and brushed her lips against his again. “Or is your memory that bad?”
“Possibly, what were we doing up here again?” She sighed in faux exasperation. “Oh, that's right. I had come up here to check on you,”
“Thank you,” She stated in a rushed whisper.
“For what? Being awkward, stuttering at you, blushing uncontrollably.” She shook her head lightly.
“For always trying to make me feel better,” She said as she disengaged herself from Alistair's warm hands.
“Oh, that...well I do what I can,” he gave a final chuckle. “It's getting colder and we should probably head back to our friends. Maker knows how they'll gossip.” Amelia gave a final smile.
“Let them gossip, I simply don't care anymore,” and with that the two reentered the castle. One feeling infinitely better then she had at any time that day and the other giddy about the prospect of forever.
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I hope that this was ok.
Title: Cheese or Forever
Rating: T
Pairing: Fem Cousland/Alistair
Word Count: 963
Summary: Set right before the Landsmeet but after all of the events in the day. I felt that, considering all the stuff they had to do, the Landsmeet should have started the next day. Anyway, this is short story about the orphanage.
She had finally escaped from everyone's company. The rooftop of Arl Eamon's estate, in Denerim, provided a perfect view of the market district. The Landsmeet would be called tomorrow and she would have to make her choice for the throne. But, that was not the main focus of her thoughts. They had ventured to the Alienage today and while the slavers had been a shock nothing had prepared her for the help that she had given to Ser Otto.
The orphanage had tested her in ways that she had been unprepared for. The only other time she had felt this out of sorts was during the trip to Orzammar. The fight with the Brood Mother and Hespith's chant gave way to her realization as to why there were no female Grey Wardens. But, the orphanage was still different from Orzammar. The constant screams of the children, the chant about Ser Willem, and the blood on the toys forced her to think about the death of her nephew. She and her mother had walked into the room and there he laid. Cold. Lifeless. Dead. She ran her hands over her face in a futile effort to rid herself of the images. And then she sensed it or rather him. It was the one person she could not sneak away from.
“Am I intruding, Amelia?” Alistair's voice was uncharacteristicly quiet.
“No, it was just too crowded inside,” her voice was shaky and she didn't know how to fix it.
“Do you...need to...talk?” She smiled despite herself. Alistair always seemed to draw out the best emotions in her and she was certain that was why she had taken to him so quickly. “Is this about the orphanage?” the question was almost inaudible but she had heard it clearly.
“It is.” She turned and faced her lover and gave him a rueful smile. “The screams of all those children...” she trailed off as her eyes closed and silent tears began spilling down her cheeks.
Amelia felt Alistair's warm arms around her shoulders. She hadn't been paying attention when she turned around but he was without armor, as was she. The tears were quickly soaking into the soft material of the loose tunic. Her arms were around Alistair's taut waist.
“And I couldn't get the image of Oren out of my head,” She whispered into the material she was now clutching so desperately at. “The look....” she left off as she shivered. Alistair was gently rubbing her back. “I try so hard not to let any of it bother me...I don't want anybody to question my leadership. But sometimes...” a ragged sigh escaped her lips.
“None of the members of this party will think less of you, my lady.” She turned her puffy, tear-stained face up to look at Alistair. “You watched your entire family die at the hands of a person who claimed to be a friend.” The ex-templar paused but continued holding her.
“Don't I get a witty joke?” the silence was beginning to bother her but her comment caused a small laugh from the male.
“Oh, is that all I'm good for?” He was now holding her at arms length. “And here I thought we were sharing a tender, caring moment. But alas no....just a witty joke from me and then you'll send me away. You'll have got what you wanted.” She smiled and shook her head only now realizing that her long hair was framing her face.
“But, just think if I need you around for your witty jokes now I'll need you around for witty jokes forever,” The statement had tumbled out her mouth. She wasn't sure how she had been intending it but it was out now.
“Forever, huh?” there was a blush creeping across her cheeks and she was thankful that the moon was slightly obscured by clouds. “I will attempt to comply with your request, my dear lady.” he was still holding her at arms length.
“Don't make fun of me Alistair,” she stated. “I know where your cheese supply is,” he let her arms go and only laughed harder.
“Oh, no, not the cheese!” he cried in mock fear. “You can take me but spare the cheese!” he was laughing and he hadn't noticed her close the distance between them.
Amelia place her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his smiling ones. The laughter died quickly as he reciprocated in earnest. The youngest Cousland felt his hands rest on her hips and she sighed, contentedly, against his lips.
“What kind of tactic is this?” she felt him whisper against her kiss swollen lips.
“You asked me to take you instead of the cheese,” She paused and brushed her lips against his again. “Or is your memory that bad?”
“Possibly, what were we doing up here again?” She sighed in faux exasperation. “Oh, that's right. I had come up here to check on you,”
“Thank you,” She stated in a rushed whisper.
“For what? Being awkward, stuttering at you, blushing uncontrollably.” She shook her head lightly.
“For always trying to make me feel better,” She said as she disengaged herself from Alistair's warm hands.
“Oh, that...well I do what I can,” he gave a final chuckle. “It's getting colder and we should probably head back to our friends. Maker knows how they'll gossip.” Amelia gave a final smile.
“Let them gossip, I simply don't care anymore,” and with that the two reentered the castle. One feeling infinitely better then she had at any time that day and the other giddy about the prospect of forever.
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I hope that this was ok.