[Drabble] Freedom
Title: Freedom
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Dragon Age
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Alistair/f!Amell
Word Count: 718
Genre: G
Rating: Romance
Warning: None
Summary: Alistair and Solona spend the night together after the battle for Redcliffe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Author's Notes: The round closed over at fan_flashworks.
Prompt: fan_flashworks : #42 - Candles / a_writing_muse : #2 - Candle ( Table 10A)
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The battle had been won. Lives had been saved. The tavern was alight with music and cheering of triumph, even the Warden and her companions enjoyed themselves that early morning as the sun crested over the lake.
“A dance mi’lady?”
Her eyes caught Alistair’s and his offered hand. With a winning smile, she took his hand, eagerly enjoying her fellow Grey Warden leading her into a dance. The thick smell of ale and sweat filled the tavern as the two of them, for one night, let go of the cares of the country.
For one night, the only surviving Grey Wardens enjoyed life as it should be, laughing in the throes of ale ridden jokes and excitement of winning a hopeless battle. For one night, they were denizens of Ferelden again and they relished in the carefree ways.
They danced to the bard’s music, Leliana welcoming the job of singing songs of victory. Solona twirled into Alistair’s arms, their breathing mingled, the bitter smell of ale on his breath as she laughed with a cheerful spirit. He laughed with her, their feet and bodies twisting and moving with the beat and time of the music.
In that moment, they lost themselves, the triumph of battle and the Redcliffe ale were the tinder and their passion - the fire. Solona was breathless as she laughed, sliding into Alistair’s arms, the tavern in a roar as they clapped, stomped and cheered to the beat. He held her delicate body against him, watching with passion boiling.
The kiss was sudden, their lips meeting in a fiery touch, their need for a normalcy and hope bleeding into the kiss as it turned desperate. Clunging to each other, gripping at their sweat dampened tunics, trying to show each other how much they feared a life in the Grey Wardens in that one kiss.
When Solona pulled from Alistair, she sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes taking in the image of sweet perfection that was her fellow companion. His golden eyes were a deeper shade, almost hazel and his skin was rosy with mirth. He stroked her cheek and she pressed her cheek into his hand.
“But you’re beautiful,” Alistair whispered, his breath hot against her face.
“Aye, you say that because you’re drunk.”
Her laughter made him return a smile.
“I may, but that doesn’t change that you are beautiful. Far more that any noble I’ve come across.”
Looking around the tavern, at the patrons enjoying another day of life in their hands, she grabbed Alistair’s hand and quickly pulled him to the stairs leading upstairs. He followed, no questions, no hesitancy, his eyes focused on her as she charmed him with her hazel eyes and a smile that made his abdomen clench in blissful expectancy.
“Come,” she urged, opening a door to a room, pulling Alistair into the darkness, before she shut the door behind him.
Quietly, she allowed her magic to focus to her fingertips, a small flame igniting, flickering as she found the lone candle atop the table. She lit the wick with her magic, dismissing it just as quickly as she had summoned it.
“Templar,” she whispered, turning to face him again.
His gut clenched, her warm arms wrapped around his waist as she kissed him just as powerfully as they had downstairs. The passion inside of him ignited just as he magic had, his arms tightening around her, kissing her breathless.
“Make love to me,” she panted, pulling his face to her throat.
“Anything for you mi’lady,” he breathed, his voice heavy with hunger, his body on fire for her.
Leading her to the bed, they collapsed together on the furs and straw in a tangle of limbs and ardor, the heady dizziness of dancing and ale keeping that fire burning between them. Through the night they spent what was left of their carefree ways, knowing that with the dawn they would have to return to their duties as Grey Wardens. That nothing as simple as freedom from duty would last, not with the whole of Ferelden depending upon them.
In that moment, for the briefest of times, they were a man and a woman, with love so heavy for each other that it left them dizzy and spent. Just as the candle’s flame flickered and extinguished.
Originally Posted to: fan_flashworks on April 1, 2013.
Cross Posted to: fan_flashworks, a_writing_muse
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Dragon Age
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Alistair/f!Amell
Word Count: 718
Genre: G
Rating: Romance
Warning: None
Summary: Alistair and Solona spend the night together after the battle for Redcliffe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Author's Notes: The round closed over at fan_flashworks.
Prompt: fan_flashworks : #42 - Candles / a_writing_muse : #2 - Candle ( Table 10A)
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The battle had been won. Lives had been saved. The tavern was alight with music and cheering of triumph, even the Warden and her companions enjoyed themselves that early morning as the sun crested over the lake.
“A dance mi’lady?”
Her eyes caught Alistair’s and his offered hand. With a winning smile, she took his hand, eagerly enjoying her fellow Grey Warden leading her into a dance. The thick smell of ale and sweat filled the tavern as the two of them, for one night, let go of the cares of the country.
For one night, the only surviving Grey Wardens enjoyed life as it should be, laughing in the throes of ale ridden jokes and excitement of winning a hopeless battle. For one night, they were denizens of Ferelden again and they relished in the carefree ways.
They danced to the bard’s music, Leliana welcoming the job of singing songs of victory. Solona twirled into Alistair’s arms, their breathing mingled, the bitter smell of ale on his breath as she laughed with a cheerful spirit. He laughed with her, their feet and bodies twisting and moving with the beat and time of the music.
In that moment, they lost themselves, the triumph of battle and the Redcliffe ale were the tinder and their passion - the fire. Solona was breathless as she laughed, sliding into Alistair’s arms, the tavern in a roar as they clapped, stomped and cheered to the beat. He held her delicate body against him, watching with passion boiling.
The kiss was sudden, their lips meeting in a fiery touch, their need for a normalcy and hope bleeding into the kiss as it turned desperate. Clunging to each other, gripping at their sweat dampened tunics, trying to show each other how much they feared a life in the Grey Wardens in that one kiss.
When Solona pulled from Alistair, she sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes taking in the image of sweet perfection that was her fellow companion. His golden eyes were a deeper shade, almost hazel and his skin was rosy with mirth. He stroked her cheek and she pressed her cheek into his hand.
“But you’re beautiful,” Alistair whispered, his breath hot against her face.
“Aye, you say that because you’re drunk.”
Her laughter made him return a smile.
“I may, but that doesn’t change that you are beautiful. Far more that any noble I’ve come across.”
Looking around the tavern, at the patrons enjoying another day of life in their hands, she grabbed Alistair’s hand and quickly pulled him to the stairs leading upstairs. He followed, no questions, no hesitancy, his eyes focused on her as she charmed him with her hazel eyes and a smile that made his abdomen clench in blissful expectancy.
“Come,” she urged, opening a door to a room, pulling Alistair into the darkness, before she shut the door behind him.
Quietly, she allowed her magic to focus to her fingertips, a small flame igniting, flickering as she found the lone candle atop the table. She lit the wick with her magic, dismissing it just as quickly as she had summoned it.
“Templar,” she whispered, turning to face him again.
His gut clenched, her warm arms wrapped around his waist as she kissed him just as powerfully as they had downstairs. The passion inside of him ignited just as he magic had, his arms tightening around her, kissing her breathless.
“Make love to me,” she panted, pulling his face to her throat.
“Anything for you mi’lady,” he breathed, his voice heavy with hunger, his body on fire for her.
Leading her to the bed, they collapsed together on the furs and straw in a tangle of limbs and ardor, the heady dizziness of dancing and ale keeping that fire burning between them. Through the night they spent what was left of their carefree ways, knowing that with the dawn they would have to return to their duties as Grey Wardens. That nothing as simple as freedom from duty would last, not with the whole of Ferelden depending upon them.
In that moment, for the briefest of times, they were a man and a woman, with love so heavy for each other that it left them dizzy and spent. Just as the candle’s flame flickered and extinguished.
Originally Posted to: fan_flashworks on April 1, 2013.
Cross Posted to: fan_flashworks, a_writing_muse