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    Your cured Dalish leather boots made no sound as you left the camp... after, of course, commanding your mabari to stay. He wasn't happy with the situation, but lay back down with a huff. You knelt next to the river that ran past the camp, but in the shadows where you couldn't be seen. Those last days at the alienage had haunted your dreams, making you fight harder with each creature or person you fought wearing the face of the men who had invaded and taken you, your cousin, and a few other elven maidens to enjoy at their leisure. All because he was a nobleman's son! Even had your cousin Shianni not hit him over the head with a pot, knocki

The first time he had laid eyes on you, Fish Mooney had told him that you had a voice that made heads turn and eyes widen in surprise. Oswald had no doubt about that since a beautiful woman like yourself would have an equally divine voice to match. He watched you with curious eyes, a small smile on his face, as the spotlight was lowered onto your (h/c) head. Your eyes were rimmed with black, making your (e/c) pop and when your eyes flickered upwards and met his, he felt his breath hitch in his throat. “Don’t get too riled up now,” Fish Mooney said, giving him a look. “Just wait until you hear her sing.” Oswald

    What. The. Fuck. There is really no other appropriate reaction to the sight in front of me. How the hell did this happen?    Two hours ago we were in Shepard's apartment after finding Kahn dead, with me mourning the loss of my evening with Lola. I sighed. I really needed to let go of this whole thing with dessert.    Or perhaps not.    Shepard came walking out of the far room after checking on Liara and gave me a coy smile, one that was instantly mirrored on my face. Perhaps I wasn't the only one that was thinking we could sneak away for half an hour to get changed. When she winked at me I knew I wasn't alone.    "Careful, Command

To Forgive a Lie An AndersxM!Hawke story By:Dark-Blood89 --- Garrett Hawke was very tired when he finally returned to his Estate that night. Another one of those noble parties had run late and it seemed like always that his hosts weren't keen on letting the Champion of Kirkwall leave when he felt like it. Of course why would they want him to leave? Odds were he was the reason half of the other guests even bothered to show up. Poor man lost count of all those parents introducing their daughters to him in hopes of gaining a hero within their bloodline. Then there were those who greeted with false politeness but it didn't take a fool to pic

OTP QUESTION ONE: 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, s

ooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOoooo ZEVRAN AND THE DEATH OF THE FEM!WARDEN The body was starting to get cold in his arms yet cheering rang through the air. Alistair’s words rang hollow, like a distant echo. Zevran swatted away Leliana’s hand, ignoring her tears and stood up carrying his beloved’s body.   His wounds hurt, it felt like his arms were going to break but he angrily refused to accept any help. Zevran left the fort, ignored the calls after him, and ignored the soldiers who gave him questioned looks. He found cover under some trees that had survived the battle. There he sat