Dragon Age: The Ferelden Chronicles (17)Dragon Age: The Ferelden Chronicles (17) by ParisWriter
“Ahh, look how they moan and wail and gnash their teeth. 'Tis sad to watch how helplessly they scurry about.”
Morrigan's assessment of the situation wasn't far off. The town of Lothering might have once been a nice little hamlet, but whatever charm it possessed had been lost to the effects of the coming Blight. Dozens of people milled around outside the gates, begging a small group of templars for help. Entire families huddled together under shelters made from their own clothing strewn across rope lines, while stragglers milled about alone or in small groups wherever they could find a place. Where once there would have been the cheerful sound of children playing, there was the crying of a young boy who had been separated from his mother. It broke Varia's heart to see the devastation that had already been caused by the Blight, and she knew it was only going to get worse.
“It's just a guess,” Alistair said, gently moving Varia aside as a C
Nothing Remains In The Past - Chapter 6Nothing Remains In The Past - Chapter 6 by deaconswhisper
“This is most interesting.” Flemeth grazed her armored fingers against the paintings of the elven Gods, “Why is she on here...”
“You do not know?” Morrigan asked, coming up behind her. Cassandra and Varric stood with the two women, the others scouting for Soora and Solas since Andruil and Falon'Din's sudden departure.
“No.” Flemeth tilted her head, stepping back at the paintings started walking around the room again. “They move as well...this magic hasn't been around since Arlathan.”
“Why is Soora on here?” Cassandra huffed, crossing her arms, “Did she do something in Arlathan that we are unaware of?”
“I do not know what you have been made aware of, child. Mythal took her into Arlathan few times, only once did she scurry away to help some slaves.” Flemeth took the veilfire torch from Morrigan and moved to the other side of the room, watching E
Pillow Talk [Dorian/M!Lavellan]OTP QUESTION ONE:Pillow Talk [Dorian/M!Lavellan] by deaconswhisper
Who in your OTP asks the weird questions in the middle of the night and who hits the other in the face with a pillow?
“Dorian.” Lavellan whispered in Dorian's ear, poking at his side as they laid in bed together. Dorian groaned, pushing Lavellan's hand away, “Stop.”
“I have another question.” Lavellan leaned his chin on Dorian's shoulder and poked his hip again.
“Amatus—” Dorian groaned, pushing Lavellan's hand away again.
“Please.” Dorian cracked open an eye and turned his head to look at his love. Lavellan had his lips pouted, staring down at Dorian with sad puppy dog eyes. Dorian huffed, pushing himself up to lean against the headboard.
“Yes?” Dorian wrapped an arm around Lavellan as he laid his head against Dorian's chest.
“What does the sun do when the moon is in the sky?”
Dorian stared down at Lavellan, confused, “E
Fen'Harel and The Halla [Solas/F!Lavellan]Day 2:Fen'Harel and The Halla [Solas/F!Lavellan] by deaconswhisper
Who in your OTP would fall asleep on the others shoulder? And would they bring them to bed or fall asleep with them without waking them?
Lavellan and Solas sat in the broken down hut that laid next to their camp in Crestwood. They had just returned from defeating the Northern Hunter, Bull and Sera had taken shelter in the tents to sleep for the rest of the night. Lavellan had convinced Solas to read her more of the book she had found in the Emerald Graves, Fen'Harel and The Halla.
Lavellan assumed it was a fairytale, it spoke of Fen'Harel having a love who most compared with the beauty the Halla possessed. Lavellan found the tale to be interesting. Depicting Fen'Harel as a kind and compassionate elf, who put others before himself and helped freed slaves, but he also had a darker side, where he had owned slaves himself, raped them, slaughtered them, showed to mercy when one disobeyed his orders. The story never told why he suddenly chang