THE HERO OF FERELDEN

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“I was wearing a severe case of resting bitch face.” AMAZING

Hi my name is Xander Cousland and I have short brown hair that reaches my chin and deep brown eyes like dried leaves in the fall and a lot of people tell me I look like the Herald of Andraste (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to I honestly don't know what to put here???? but I wish I was because they're a major fucking hottie. I have lightly tanned skin. I'm also a warrior, and I kill Darkspawn and piss a lot of people off on a regular basis in Ferelden where I am the Warden Commander (I'm 27). I'm a Grey Warden (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly armor that renders me impervious to physical attacks. I love anywhere that isn't Orlesian and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a Warden breastplate and pauldrons and a studded fauld over leg armor, my sword and shield and armored greaves. I was wearing a severe case of resting bitch face. I was walking outside of Vigil's Keep. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of nobles stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Xander Cousland!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Nathaniel Howe!

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     "Fuck,“ Inara groaned, wrapping a leg around Xander’s waist as he backed her up against the wall ungracefully, pulling at her skirt so roughly it very nearly tore.

     "Working on it, thanks,” was Xander’s grunt of an answer, fingers of one hand fumbling with the drawstring of his stupid, noble pants to free himself while the fingers of the other began to dig into Inara’s hip. 

     "Sooner’s better than later, I hear,“ Inara teased, practically yelping when Xander took her without so much as an inch (haha) of foreplay. 

     "You asked for it,” Xander laughed, hot and breathy against her throat as his hips ground against hers, reaching his other arm down to grip her other thigh, to encourage Inara to wrap her other leg around him and give him better control, better leverage. “Don’t complain now.”

     "You’re lucky I’ve been ready to go since dinner,“ she replied, voice low and dangerous as she put her head back, enjoying the feel of Xander’s lips, his teeth against her throat, her collarbone. "Payback would have been a bitch.”

     That thought only made Xander’s thrusts harder, imagining what she’d have done to him to pull her measures of revenge from his body. He did love it when she gave as good as she got, and he wasn’t anywhere near disappointing him tonight; she put her hands in his hair, tangled her fingers in it, pulled hard to make him growl. Then, one hand dropped to his neck, his shoulders, leaving scratches all the way down his vulnerable expanses of skin. 

     "Howe is going to be pissed,“ Xander told her. "We’re going to cause a scene.”

     "Shut up and fuck me so hard we knock this ugly wallpaper off the wall,“ Inara countered, pulling at Xander’s hair so hard it almost made him whine. "We’ll be doing Eamon a favor.”

     "Do you want to sneak into his office later?“ Xander breathed, only narrowly biting back a moan. 

     "Yeah,” she answered, back arching as best it could against that wall as the feeling inside of her began to swell to sweet, sweet ache. “I really, really do.”

     "Stop gaping. It’s not even as big as the castle in Denerim,” Xander frowned. 

     "Of course it isn’t! Denerim is where the King and Queen live, you dip!“ Inara chided, smacking Xander’s hand off of her arm again and very nearly stumbling into yet another skittering servant girl. "But this is big! You’re really… Golden, Golden Boy.”

     "I didn’t bring you here so you could annoy all my brother’s subjects.“

     "Oh yeah,” Inara paused as both she and Xander caught sight of Fergus – up above them on the battlements, speaking quite sternly with Nathaniel Howe. “You don’t think he’s going to throw Howe off of there, do you?”

     "I didn’t,“ Xander snorted.

     "You had me to stop you,” Inara pointed out, and for a while the pair stood and watched the conversation above them somberly… until Fergus and Nathaniel noticed they were being watched, and moved off into the castle. “Guess he won’t,” she commented.

     "Or he’ll have a running start.“

     "Your brother’s kinda hot,” Inara said, and nearly yelped at the speed which Xander spun on her. 

     "What?“ Xander growled. 

     "What? I didn’t hear anything,” Inara stammered as she recoiled from him, and only peered back cautiously from behind defensively raised hands as Xander narrowed his eyes at her. 

     "I didn’t hear anything either,“ he said firmly.