Magic's Slave | By : chibichibi01 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 3174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age. I own my PC Thomais. I don't own any of the NPCs, they all belong to Bioware. I'm also not making any money from this. |
OH GUYS. I'm so sorry for the delay! It's been hell trying to get everything written and posted and with getting my new laptop set up, and being sick and just asdlkjasdf. So here it is!
And I still don't own the boys.
"Anders."
The blonde mage looked up from his patient's broken leg. "Yes, Ser, Commander? Is something wrong?"
The infirmary had been rearranged to Anders' liking. The beds were aligned on the walls and there was a central fixed bed that he used to determine the extent of patient's injuries before treating them. Nate was currently in a corner, idly cleaning underneath his nails with a small knife while the mage did his work. His presence insured nothing but the utmost respect for Anders from the soldiers he ended up healing.
Thomais lounged against one of the beds. "We've been having reports of a disturbance in the Wending Wood to the south. You're coming with me."
Nate stuck his knife into his belt and pushed off from the wall. "I'll go gather our supplies then, Commander."
Thomais fixed him with a flat stare. "No. You're staying here, Nathaniel. I'm taking Anders and Oghren. That's it."
"What?"
"Have you suddenly gone deaf, Nathaniel? You. Are. Staying. Here." Thomais was not amused. "I want you to regain the trust of these people and you can't do that gallivanting all over the countryside after me."
Nate narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Commander, I-"
"Don't you want Anders to have more independence?" Thomais interrupted. "If you keep shadowing him, he'll never be a normal citizen."
Nathaniel shut his mouth with a click.
"That's what I thought." Thomais shot him a smug grin.
Anders looked between them for a minute, obviously confused on what to do, before he wilted a little. "Nathaniel…"
"I know," the rogue said shortly and strode from the room, boots far more silent than they should have been.
Thomais rolled his eyes. "Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour. That should give you plenty of time to placate your surly lover."
Anders blushed and nodded, not trusting his tongue to make proper speech, and then he bolted.
The soldier stared down at his half healed leg and grinned ruefully. "I suppose my body will finish healing itself the rest of the way then. Could I have some time off while the leg recovers, Commander?"
Thomais sighed. "Yes, fine."
Anders hovered indecisively outside of their room before he took a breath and stepped inside.
Nathaniel sat on the edge of the bed, fingers laced together in his lap with a pensive expression on his face. "Our Commander," he began, "is a skilled manipulator."
Anders nodded, not knowing what to say.
Nathaniel continued, not bothering to look up at Anders. "He knows exactly which pressure plates to push and how to keep them from blowing up in his face…." He sighed and finally looked up. "Please be careful out there, Anders. This isn't some romp through the bowels of the Keep," he pleaded.
Anders nodded again and tucked himself into Nate's embrace. "I promise, Nathaniel. I may not have the best grasp of my magic yet, but I'm far from helpless." He lifted his chin and nuzzled the juncture of Nate's jaw and neck. "You made sure of that. I can handle a mace quite well now."
Nate nodded and tightened his arms before releasing the blonde. "Go on then. Don't keep the Commander waiting."
Anders sighed and retreated from the room, unaware of the despair in Nate's eyes as they followed him down the hall.
The fighting with the bandits was brutal, ugly, and over far quicker than Anders had been expecting. The Sylvans on the other hand were a different matter. How do you kill a burning tree? After bashing ineffectively at them with their weapons, Thomais ordered them back and pushed Anders forward with a muttered, "Wynne used fire on the normal ones, see if you can conjure ice."
Anders opened his mouth as if to say something, and thought better of it. Taking a deep breath, and letting the frost coat his fingers, he thrust his arms out and called upon the wellspring of mana within him. The sylvan froze solid, as did the grass and everything thirty feet beyond the animated tree. Anders stared at his hands and trembled. His knees felt weak and if the commander hadn't forced him to swallow a vile tasting blue potion, he would have collapsed to the ground.
"Come on, Anders. On your feet," Thomais said, supporting him for a moment. "I can't have you falling down on me."
"Sorry, Commander." His tongue felt thick, his words slurring together. He felt tired, like he'd just run a marathon with the Templars whipping at his back. "I'll keep that in mind the next time I don't know what I'm doing."
Thomais leveled a look at him. "Don't sass me. The only way you're going to learn how to control it is by using it in the field. This is why I didn't bring Nathaniel along. He would have stopped me from testing you. Now come on."
Anders flinched. "Sorry, Commander."
Thomais just waggled a hand at him. "Just keep that in the forefront of your mind. I don't want you slacking off, and keep that magic pointed away from us."
Anders opened his mouth to say something and then shrank back. They can put the collar right back on me and ship me back to the tower. He reminded himself. Just because the king took it off… That doesn't mean you can sass the people that have the power. He gave only a nod, and then fell back to the rear of the group. He completely ignored the bandit the Commander was interrogating on the bridge until he felt a surge of mana and saw an elf woman perched on the cliff, vines and roots wriggling around her.
"Why are you here?" She demanded of them.
Anders stared, open mouthed at her and Thomais groaned. "Great, Dalish," he muttered before raising his voice. "We're here to investigate the Darkspawn," he said mildly, "and whatever has been destroying these caravans."
There was a spike in the mana he felt, just before she sneered. "So you're working for the shems! Tell them to release my sister, or more of them will die! Now leave this place and consider this a warning." She raised the roots around her, and when they disappeared, she was gone.
Oghren grinned at Thomais. "You said that was a Dalish? Just as prickly as ever, I see. Are we going to have to make peace between her clan and the Darkspawn?" Then he laughed, like the whole thing was a joke.
Thomais flashed him a grin. "Not this time, I think. We'll probably need to find out what happened to her sister though, especially since I don't want to have to kill her if she's the one that's been behind the raids."
Anders stared. "Kill her?" This from the man who spoke to him of tolerance and giving a chance to even those the rest of the world deemed unworthy. And at that thought, something else struck him. "But she has magic! Unfettered magic and she can control it! She could teach me!"
Thomais raised an eyebrow. "Assuming we can even get her to talk to us, how do you expect we convince her to work around shems, hm?"
Anders shook his head. "I...don't know, but we have to try!" Then he flinched back and said quietly, "Right?"
Oghren laughed again. "Boy has a point. If we can get her to not fry us on purpose, maybe she can teach him how to not fry us accidentally. Besides, be a shame to waste a rack like that, Thomais. Haven't seen one of those that nice since we were running around with that witch, and the redhead."
Thomais stared between them, and Anders twiddled his fingers nervously as the seconds stretched on until, "Fine," Thomais sighed and rubbed his forehead. "We'll try to convince the Dalish that we need her." He shook his head. "You're in for a treat. The Dalish are more stubborn than the Templar."
Anders laughed. "Somehow, Ser, I doubt that."
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