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kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Dragon Age
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Alistair/f!Amell
Word Count: 753
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Eleini speaks to Alistair about the goings about in the Arling of Amaranthine.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Author's Notes: I'm surprised this even got finished on time!
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse : #351 - Parched (Week 1 Submission) / a_writing_muse : #3 - Glass (Table 10-A)
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Alistair waved the servants off after they had set their evening supper in front of them, “Thank you ladies,” he smiled graciously as they bowed, departing shortly after, leaving the King and his Princess Consort to their meal.
Eleini glanced at him from across the table over the rim of her goblet of wine. She sipped slowly, not wishing to be too far intoxicated before their meal was done. It had been a while since she had been back in the capital Denerim, let alone in the castle.
“How was your trip?” Alistair asked, sipping from his goblet.
“Long as usual,” she gave him a brief smile and poked around at the meat on her plate.
Alistair nodded, “Quiet?”
“Always quiet,” Eleini cleared her throat, not too comfortable with small talk as she set her fork down, staring at her lover from across the table, “We lost another Warden.”
The seriousness of her voice, caused Alistair to pause, his honey eyes watching her closely. Even if they were the length of the table apart as custom, she could still see the outline of his features perfectly in the candlelight. In the hearth, the fire crackled with a strong life, throwing shadows to cast along the walls.
Setting his goblet down, Alistair cleared his throat as well, “Who was it?”
“Anders,” she said evenly, though the pain of loosing the good hearted mage caused her voice to crack.
“His calling so soon?” Alistair inquired, unsure of what to do as he watched Eleini duck her head down, her hand idly picking up her fork to poke at her dinner. He waited patiently, like the usual, for her to talk first. Always the even patient one, but he held the inward smile at himself, trying to keep an even veneer.
After several minutes of quiet, the only sounds filling the dinning room was that of the fire crackling and burning, as well as Eleini’s fork tapping on her plate, she spoke, “No, not his calling. It’s something so very stupid… Velanna threatened him about his cat.”
Without being able to hold it in, Alistair let out a laugh, “The kids you put up with.”
Eleini stared at him, before chuckling sadly, “They fought about it so much, Nathaniel ended up giving the cat to his sister in Amaranthine. Anders just left after that. He’s running away and the last I heard was he had caught a ship not too long ago, headed out of Ferelden.”
Clearing his throat again, finding it uncomfortable to speak of, Alistair slowly pressed the topic, “But as Warden-Commander… shouldn’t you…”
A sad expression fell across her face as she looked at him, “Alistair, I’m not going to stop someone if they really wish to be out of the Grey Wardens.”
He nodded, yet didn’t press the matter further. She knew Alistair saw the Grey Wardens in a different light as she, since he was conscripted by Duncan which freed him of a life he never wanted, and yet she was conscripted against her will, because she had been used as a pawn against a friend. Eleini dispelled the old thoughts of Jowan and her early days fresh from her Harrowing.
Slowly, Eleini took a bite of food, the meat always the most succulent she had ever had, since the cooks back at Vigil’s Keep were soldiers themselves, they didn’t have much in the way of this luxury. She spoke around a small mouthful, “I feel I’ll have my hands full soon, however.”
“Why is that?” Alistair watched her as she ate, taking a sip from his goblet.
Laughing at her own stupidity, Eleini set her fork aside, the topic one that clearly upset her to some degree, causing Alistair’s brow to furrow in worry, “Mistress Woolsey contacted the First Warden and informed him of my ‘lack of authority’ in Ferelden,” she scoffed, but her face was downcast.
Without much thought, Alistair stood, and strode across the room toward her, offering her his hand, a charming smile across his features, “I’m parched, join me?”
She scrunched up her nose and pointed to his goblet across the table, “You just had several glasses of wine.”
He touched her cheek, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a gentle kiss to quiet her, before straightening up, “That’s not what I’m craving.”
They gazed at each other for several heartbeats, before she pushed her chair back, “Shall we retire to the bedroom then?”
Alistair gave her a cheeky grin, “After you milady.”
Cross Posted to:tamingthemuse, a_writing_muse
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: Dragon Age
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Alistair/f!Amell
Word Count: 753
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Eleini speaks to Alistair about the goings about in the Arling of Amaranthine.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Author's Notes: I'm surprised this even got finished on time!
Prompt:
tamingthemuse : #351 - Parched (Week 1 Submission) / a_writing_muse : #3 - Glass (Table 10-A)--
Alistair waved the servants off after they had set their evening supper in front of them, “Thank you ladies,” he smiled graciously as they bowed, departing shortly after, leaving the King and his Princess Consort to their meal.
Eleini glanced at him from across the table over the rim of her goblet of wine. She sipped slowly, not wishing to be too far intoxicated before their meal was done. It had been a while since she had been back in the capital Denerim, let alone in the castle.
“How was your trip?” Alistair asked, sipping from his goblet.
“Long as usual,” she gave him a brief smile and poked around at the meat on her plate.
Alistair nodded, “Quiet?”
“Always quiet,” Eleini cleared her throat, not too comfortable with small talk as she set her fork down, staring at her lover from across the table, “We lost another Warden.”
The seriousness of her voice, caused Alistair to pause, his honey eyes watching her closely. Even if they were the length of the table apart as custom, she could still see the outline of his features perfectly in the candlelight. In the hearth, the fire crackled with a strong life, throwing shadows to cast along the walls.
Setting his goblet down, Alistair cleared his throat as well, “Who was it?”
“Anders,” she said evenly, though the pain of loosing the good hearted mage caused her voice to crack.
“His calling so soon?” Alistair inquired, unsure of what to do as he watched Eleini duck her head down, her hand idly picking up her fork to poke at her dinner. He waited patiently, like the usual, for her to talk first. Always the even patient one, but he held the inward smile at himself, trying to keep an even veneer.
After several minutes of quiet, the only sounds filling the dinning room was that of the fire crackling and burning, as well as Eleini’s fork tapping on her plate, she spoke, “No, not his calling. It’s something so very stupid… Velanna threatened him about his cat.”
Without being able to hold it in, Alistair let out a laugh, “The kids you put up with.”
Eleini stared at him, before chuckling sadly, “They fought about it so much, Nathaniel ended up giving the cat to his sister in Amaranthine. Anders just left after that. He’s running away and the last I heard was he had caught a ship not too long ago, headed out of Ferelden.”
Clearing his throat again, finding it uncomfortable to speak of, Alistair slowly pressed the topic, “But as Warden-Commander… shouldn’t you…”
A sad expression fell across her face as she looked at him, “Alistair, I’m not going to stop someone if they really wish to be out of the Grey Wardens.”
He nodded, yet didn’t press the matter further. She knew Alistair saw the Grey Wardens in a different light as she, since he was conscripted by Duncan which freed him of a life he never wanted, and yet she was conscripted against her will, because she had been used as a pawn against a friend. Eleini dispelled the old thoughts of Jowan and her early days fresh from her Harrowing.
Slowly, Eleini took a bite of food, the meat always the most succulent she had ever had, since the cooks back at Vigil’s Keep were soldiers themselves, they didn’t have much in the way of this luxury. She spoke around a small mouthful, “I feel I’ll have my hands full soon, however.”
“Why is that?” Alistair watched her as she ate, taking a sip from his goblet.
Laughing at her own stupidity, Eleini set her fork aside, the topic one that clearly upset her to some degree, causing Alistair’s brow to furrow in worry, “Mistress Woolsey contacted the First Warden and informed him of my ‘lack of authority’ in Ferelden,” she scoffed, but her face was downcast.
Without much thought, Alistair stood, and strode across the room toward her, offering her his hand, a charming smile across his features, “I’m parched, join me?”
She scrunched up her nose and pointed to his goblet across the table, “You just had several glasses of wine.”
He touched her cheek, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a gentle kiss to quiet her, before straightening up, “That’s not what I’m craving.”
They gazed at each other for several heartbeats, before she pushed her chair back, “Shall we retire to the bedroom then?”
Alistair gave her a cheeky grin, “After you milady.”
Cross Posted to:
tamingthemuse, a_writing_museTags:
- @ comm: a_writing_muse,
- @ comm: tamingthemuse,
- character: da: alistair theirin,
- character: da: f!amell,
- fandom: dragon age awakening,
- genre: general,
- length: 501 - 1000,
- media: fanfiction,
- pairing: da: alistair theirin/f!amell,
- rating: g,
- style: established relationship,
- type: drabble,
- warning: none
