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So I was digging though my emails and found some notes from a beta on "Holding On" (the trash piece I wrote about Hawke after Anders blows up the Chantry). So I read the notes and decided to do some editing. I added to the beggining and end, fluffed it up in between and am actually more pleased with it. So, take a look at the updated version at AO3 or Fanfiction.net and tell me your thoughts.
A non-romantic story of two unlikely friends coming together to mourn the loss of someone they loved mutually in different ways.
Taking place just before the events of Inquisition, this scene is based on a Dragon Age: Origin ending where Alistair had to leave his Elvin lover to become king.
Just a little scene I wrote that really isn't tied to any larger story. There's also a good chance of a lot of errors. I kind of posted it without editing in an effort to motivate myself to write more.
Dying candles flickered in the great hall. His footsteps echoed against the lonely walls. “Long live the king,” he muttered before taking a long swig of expensive whiskey.
Morrigan emerged from the shadows. “I’m surprised to say it, but you’ve made a good king.”
Eyes wide, Alistair’s grip on the bottleneck tightened. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough.”
“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you.”
Her laugh was a little deeper than it use to be, but she still smiled the same when she was trying to ignore the fact that she actually enjoyed his company. “I wish I could say the same. You’re even more of an eyesore.”
Alistair pointed at her, “Hah, still charming.”
“Let me get to the obvious, Alistair-”
“Oh, no no no. I’m not ready for that.”
“Maybe I’m not here for you.”
Alistair sighed.
Morrigan slumped slightly, “She was dear to me, too.”
“Morrigan-” his voice cracked. His eyes glossed with tears. “I can’t do this. Not with you.”
"Why not me?”
“Because it was always the three of us… No matter how many strays we picked up along the way, it was always us. She loved us just as much as we loved her… And neither of us were there.” He hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Morrigan’s hands remained in front of her, she was so formal these days. Tears began to strip the makeup from her eyes. Black tears stained her red cheeks.
Alistair dropped the bottle and threw his arms around Morrigan. The sudden embrace caught her off guard. She cried harder as she felt his tears wet her shoulder. “I loved her so much. I loved her so much and I just let her go. And now she’s dead.”
“She loved you, Alistair. Surely you know that.”
“That makes it harder.”
Morrigan felt him tense at the sudden sound of the queen’s chambermaid nearing them. Alistair pulled away from Morrigan and turned to the girl and her wide eyes and trembling hands. She curtsied. “Sorry to interrupt, King Theirin. Her Majesty would like to know if you’ll be retiring to the servants’ quarters again.”
He tried to hold back a scowl. “Please tell Her Majesty that she may consider the servants’ quarters my residence from hence forth.”
The chambermaid curtsied again with a quiet “Thank you.”
"Did you even try to make it work?”
"At the beginning, but every time her skin touched mine I saw-" he hung his head. "It doesn't matter, the stable boy will give her the lineage she's been nagging about. We serve our duties to our people well, that's all that matters." They stood in silence, trying not to cry again. “So what do we now?”
“We move on." Morrigan's voice was soft. "We don’t forget her, but we let her go.”
“I don’t know that I can do that.”
“I didn’t say it would be easy. But you know she wouldn’t have wanted us to be miserable like this.”
“Where do we even begin?”
“In Weisshaupt, where a thousand other hearts are broken. We’ll drink heavily with a crow until we’re numb. Then we’ll share stories until our throats are raw and we’ll laugh and cry until we’re numb again. And we’ll keep repeating it until we feel normal again.”
“Zevran… Did anyone not love her?”
“They tried not to, but she had a way. Even Leliana was falling for her before you.”
“Oh, lovely. Well invite her, too. And you might as well send for Cullen.”
Morrigan’s laughter echoed in the great hall before her face turned to stone. “Leliana. I haven’t spoken to her in quite some time. I’m sure she knows that the “Warden-Commander” was slain in battle, but I have no clue how she’s taking the loss of our friend.”
“I’ll send a raven. How quickly can you leave?”
"I was on my way when I realized I needed you." She looked away.
"You always were a good friend." Alistair embraced her once more, this time without tears. "Thank you."
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Thanks for making it tough! *cracks knuckles* let’s see what we’ve got.
Prompt: "And you thought dragons didn’t exist…(I stole this from the interwebs but thought you could do something fun with it.)" - Anonymous on Tumblr
His chocolate eyes were wide with wonderment. “Can’t you feel that, Rae? The humming?”
She raised a brow. “You’re freaking me out, Rhydian. What humming?”
He turned back to the window, eyes searching the dense forest beyond their porch.
Rae stood behind him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been acting strange since we got here. I feel like we should just go home.”
Rhydian moved to the door, "No. I just need to go for a walk." His voice had become flat. He was distracted.
Rae bent down to retie her shoes before following him out the door. "I'm coming with you."
Rhydian's thoughts stretched out into the forest as the humming intensified. It was the feeling of need, of something missing just beyond his reach.
Rae breathed heavily as she tried keeping with his increasing pace. She suddenly regretted all her days procrastinating exercise.
Rhydian stopped suddenly at the base of a cliff. “Wow.” He breathed.
Rae bent down, her hands on her knees. She looked passed Rhydian, trying to make sense of the markings etched into the dark stone. “What are those?”
Rhydian’s fingers slide across the pictures. “They’re dragons.”
“What?”
“You know how in movies when someone stumbles upon cave paintings that tell a story? That’s what this looks like. Only these were carved into the cliffside.”
“We couldn’t have been the only people out here, Rhydian. I’m sure some kids or some artist carved those in there.” She stretched her hands up as she took in the sight of the carvings. “They are beautiful, I’ll give them that.”
“Since when are you such a cynic? You’re the one obsessed with the supernatural.” He never took his eyes off the markings.
“Uh, are you calling me a cynic because I don’t believe that these carvings of dragons is a true story?” Rae’s brow furrowed as she looked up at him. “Since when do you believe in dragons?”
“Wait, do you see this?” He ignored her question. “It looks like a map.”
“Jesus.” She huffed.
Rhydian pulled his cellphone from his pocket and pulled up a map of the area. Landmarks coincided. He began looking around frantically and broke into a sprint along the cliff.
Rae looked to the sky and breathed out a heavy breath of frustration before chasing after her husband. “Oh, let’s go to the woods for our honeymoon, it’ll be romantic. Uuuuggghhh”
The soft grass gave way beneath Rhydian.
Rae watched as her husband was swallowed by the earth. “Oh my god. Rhydian!” Rae screamed, running faster than she knew she could. She fell to her knees before the gaping hole in the ground. She sighed with relief seeing that he was moving fine after what looked like a 15 foot drop. “Are you okay?”
He looked up to her, a smile wide across his lips. “Rae, you have to see this. Come down here.”
Nerves turned her stomach as she plummeted to the stone floor. “Is this a cave?”
Rhydian spun her by the shoulders, facing her toward what he saw.
Her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my god.”
“And you thought dragons didn’t exist.”
She stepped toward the skeleton. It was a powerful emotion to discover something so amazing. Tears struck her eyes. “This can’t be.”
Rhydian felt the bones of the wings. “Rae, we need to- AH.” He began screaming. His phone bounced against the ground as he fell to his knees.
“Rhy, what is it?” She placed her hands on his back. There was an abnormal movement beneath her palms. She backed away as his screams turned to growls. The cracking of bones filled the cave. “Rhy! What’s happening?”
He turned to face her. His pupils dilated and shifted shapes. His soft beige skin was replaced by red scales. He grew in size, taking shape of the skeleton between them.
“No no no no.” She repeated as if it weren’t real. She stepped back.
On all fours, the red dragon before her that was once her husband roared to the ceiling.
She gasped in fear. Tears flooding her eyes. She looked over her surroundings, seeing a glint of metal through nearby rubble. She reached into it quickly as the dragon moved slowly toward her. She lifted a heavy broadsword with both hands and held it in front of her awkwardly. This is not my life. This isn’t real. Wake up, Rae. Wake up wake up wake up wake up.
The space between them grew warm. The dragon’s chest began to glow.
“Shit.”
As it opened it’s mouth to her, she ran forward missing the burst of flames. She dove between his front legs. Her knuckles bled from smashing against the hard ground, her grip remaining on the hilt. She drove the blade upward into his chest. The dragon roared in pain, stumbling away from her, the sword stuck in his skin.
He fell, the sword pushed further into him. His breathing was erratic as he laid his head down. Her eyes were wide and full of tears. She screamed out of horror, out of pain as she watched the creature take its last breath.
She scratched at the floor, still waiting to wake up. The sunlight had suddenly dimmed. She looked to the cave ceiling, her breath caught in fear at the silhouettes of hooded figures peering down at her.
The end of a heavy rope crashed to the ground. One of the figures slid down it gracefully. Rae stood quickly, scared and confused. The figure pushed back the hood to reveal strong features of a woman with thick, blonde hair. The woman extended her arm, her palm open for Rae to take it,“Come, Slayer, your adventure has only just begun.”
