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The Sins of Revelations	By : Arcanis_Born Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dragon Age: Origins is owned by Bioware, as with all its characters, the story as it deviates from canon is mine however, as with the personalities of characters as they deviate from those in the game.
This is a very minor spin off of my main story Vhenan'ara. It involves the same characters, in the same world. There will be others in the future, only being a chapter or two each.
Just as Vhenan'ara primarily surrounds Riel and Zevran, so too these snippets will primarily revolve around Alistair and *spoiler*. These really aren't a separate story in and of themselves, just an added dimension and inside look into two other important characters within my headcanon universe.
So PLEASE! Don't read this before reading the rest of the story leading up to this point. Because this and other similar short snippets I will be posting WILL contain spoilers if you are not up to date with the listed chapter reference!
This particular short takes place between chapters 51 and 52, the same day they meet the Dalish, only earlier in the day.
Thank you guys so very much and I hope you guys enjoy! And please, I would appreciate any reviews! Reading all of your responses is a true joy for me!
Translations:
Vash-sten: Qunlat. A combination of the words "grey" and "commander". A word used to describe Grey Wardens.

Every morning since that night, Leliana had opened her eyes and whimpered at how her dreams were simply that - only dreams. Her nightly escapes into the land of dreams had been filled with nothing but the sight of the richly tanned skin of the human warrior.
Images of his perfect muscles straining as he pleasured himself had haunted her for days, invading her mind whenever she would let her mind wander even for just a moment. And with them, the sound aching sound of her name on his lips as he finally reached his climax filled her ears until it was all she could hear.
However, it had taken a wolf nearly sinking its razor sharp into her thigh that made Leliana realize that her mind was being driven past the point of just mere distraction. Standing near Bodahn and his son, she was firing off her arrows when she happened to glimpse Alistair out of the corner of her eye, slicing through the body of a wolf with the powerful swing of his sword. His features set in a mixture of both pain and pleasure, the expression he had in that moment reminded her so incredibly much of that night alone in the stream.
"Egh!" the giant Sten grunted as he swung his massive sword, slicing the wolf beside Leliana nearly in two. "Focus on the enemy, basra, not the Vash-sten!" he hissed out in frustration before engaging another wolf.
Leliana's face bloomed into a deep shade of red as she nodded her head to the Qunari. Damn it! she chided herself mentally. It wouldn't do anyone any good for her to become something's next meal when instead she should have been focusing on firing her arrows off. Least of all Alistair, as one of Leliana's next arrows found the hind quarters of a massive wolf springing to attack Alistair's flank. However before the beast could leap, Leliana's arrow lodged deep, causing it to howl out in pain. Alistair then turned and decapitated the wolf in a single swift motion of his long sword.
The battle ended quickly after that. Once the alpha wolf laid headless and unmoving on the ground, the remaining wolves either fell quickly or ran away, disappearing into the surrounding trees and brush. However, Leliana's relief at yet another battle won was soon dashed away when she saw Alistair stomping angrily over to her.
"What was that, Leliana?" he angrily spat out at her. "That wolf nearly had your leg for lunch! And you were just standing there, about to let it happen!"
Leliana was taken aback by his outburst, completely unused to being lectured like she was. Even when displeased or angry, he never raised his voice with her the way he was doing now. And he certainly never looked upon her with such anger in his eyes.
"I-I didn't see it right away!" she replied, her voice rising in her own defence.
"Obviously! If it wasn't for Sten, you would be on the ground either bleeding to death, or even dead! What were you thinking, just standing there like that?!"
Leliana crossed her arms over her chest as embarrassment and anger blended together inside of her. Perhaps she should have been focusing more, but by the Maker, she wasn't going to tell him what she had been thinking in that moment!
"I don't know! It-it was the sun! It got in my eyes and blinded me, and I was trying to clear my vision! You wouldn't want an arrow flying off and hitting you because I mistook you for one of these hairy beasts, would you?" Leliana spat back, trying to grasp for any excuse she could think of. Anything other than admitting to being lost for a moment in the memory of her watching in the stream, pleasuring himself under the moonlight. That was not something she wanted to admit to, especially not with their whole group now standing so close and listening in.
"Oh Alistair, leave her alone! She's fine!" Riel called out, annoyed at his outburst. "Sten cut the thing down before it got to her."
Alistair remained silent as he stared deeply at Leliana. Obviously his mind was working through his thoughts, yet as the silence stretched between them, Leliana began to wonder even more what they were. "Just…. Just watch yourself, next time," he finally muttered before walking off towards Wynne. He then whispered something in the old woman's ear, causing a look of shock and sympathy on her face before she nodded back to him. Alistair then continued his slow march away from the group, walking off into the woods by himself.
"Perhaps it would be best to stop for midday meal here?" Wynne offered, a slight smile on her lips as she addressed Riel.
"Is everything alright, Wynne?" Riel asked, her own features dropping into a worried frown.
"Everything is fine, dear," she replied with a bright smile. However as soon as the words were spoken, Wynne turned and followed briskly after Alistair.
Leliana placed her bow at her back and walked over to where Riel stood next to Zevran. "What was that about?" she asked her friend.
Riel sighed and shook her head. However it was Morrigan who answered as she joined them. "'Tis not obvious? The fool managed to injure himself, yet is too prideful to admit it. Especially not after yelling so adamantly at Leliana here about being more cautious while fighting."
Leliana's face paled, and she had to fight the urge to go running after Alistair to see if he was alright. However, she stayed where she was, planting her feet in the ground through raw stubbornness. True, she and the ex-Templar had become more than friendly over these past few days, however given how angry he was just now, Leliana was beginning to doubt that.
"Worry not, for any malady should surely be healed by that old woman. My question instead is if we are to rest here for a time, if there be time enough for me to search out some more elfroot. My pack is getting low, and I know for certain that these forests contain an abundance of the herb."
"Go ahead Morrigan. Just don't go too far. We're in the Brecilian forest now, which means the Dalish camp could be anywhere. The last thing we need if for any of us to be caught unaware."
"As you wish, my friend," Morrigan replied with a short nod to Riel before walking off into the thick forest.
"Morrigan's right, Leliana. For all we know, Alistair sprained his wrist is just too stubborn to admit it. He'll be fine," Riel stated to Leliana, a reassuring smile on her lips.
"Of course! However, I should begin setting up a fire for tea. Wynne loves sipping her tea as she eats," Leliana smiled back at her friend, shielding her worry behind a mask of relaxed calmness. With only a short flicker of her eyes in the direction that Alistair and Wynne walked off to, Leliana went to gather what she needed for the fire.
Maker…. Watch over him…. she prayed silently to herself.

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"Hold still! You are not helping by twitching like that!" Wynne chided as she once again tried to flow her magic into his red and inflamed skin. "How in the name of the Maker did this even happen?"
Alistair's face flushed to almost the same color of the skin around the rash. In that moment, he wasn't sure which was more embarrassing, the how it happened, the why it happened, or that he needed a woman mage to heal it. Which was probably why he had put it off so long. It was either face the questions from her though, or suffer through the raucous laughter of that evil witch.
Which is why he now stood, bare arsed to the wind, as Wynne applied her healing magic to the growing rash that had developed on the inside of his upper thigh. And now that the painful itch was spreading closer to his more private area, Alistair knew that he couldn't put it off any longer.
At least Wynne wasn't laughing at him. Not yet anyway. Of course, she hadn't heard the exactly why or how he came to have such a rash to begin with, though.
It all started with his shameful behavior in that stream a few days ago. When temptation got the better of him, and he sinned not just against the Maker, but Leliana as well. Angry at himself and frustrated over his weakness, Alistair knew he need to seek out help. He couldn't ruin what little that had started to form between him and Leliana like he did with Riel. And so he decided to seek out help. Unfortunately, being out in the wilderness and far away from any town or city highly limited his options for such help. Which ultimately led Alistair to making the very bad decision of asking a person in camp.
However, his options were even limited there. The only one who knew any fair share about herbs and tonics was that damnable witch, and he would rather suffer eternity in the Void then ask something like this. The giant was also not an option, as he just stared at him, before shaking his head and walking away while uttering something under his breath. As for the elf Zevran…. While he would probably know something to aid Alistair in his dilemma, talking to him seemed even worse than speaking to Morrigan. Which unfortunately brought Alistair down to Oghren, the dwarf from Orzammar. And the only one out of the lot of them who had been married, too.
After laughing his armored arse off, Oghren finally got around to telling Alistair of a type of mushroom some of the warriors used to use to take the 'edge off' while they were out fighting Darkspawn. It was supposed to numb the area, in essence, making it more difficult for a man to get an erection. Alistair soaked up every bit of information he could about the mushrooms and how to prepare them.
He had figured that if he wasn't being distracted by the sinful thing in his pants, he might have a better chance of not messing up or saying something wrong to Leliana. Afterall, it was his damnable lusts that had caused so many problems in the past. Jealousy born out of lust, and a desire to bed to Riel had led to the other Warden practically hating the very breath that Alistair drew. And the last thing he had wanted was for Leliana to ever feel that way as well.
So Alistair thought that maybe if he used these mushrooms, he could finally think and behave clearly enough to not be such a monumental ass and blundering idiot when speaking to Leliana.
However, either Alistair found and used the wrong type of mushrooms, or Oghren was currently laughing his blighted arse off at him. Whichever happened to be the truth, Alistair swore to himself that he would take it out of the dwarf's hide the next time he could get the sodding bastard alone.
"Nevermind how it got there…. Can you heal it?" he snapped at Wynne.
"I would watch your tone with me, young man. Especially considering how close to am I to certain part of your body…" Wynne snapped back.
"Sorry," Alistair grumbled when Wynne finally stood up again.
"Just make sure that whatever you did to cause such a rash, you don't do again. Not unless you want to ever use what is down there again…"
A look of horrified panic swept across Alistair's face. "I-it isn't that bad, is it? I mean, I should recover just fine… Right?"
Wynne giggled lightly before answering, taking a sick sort of delight in his suffering. "I should tell you that you caused some sort of dire harm. Would serve you right after yelling at Leliana that way. However…" Wynne sighed, shaking her head. "You'll be fine, Alistair. You will be tender there for a little while, but as long as you don't do whatever it is again, everything should keep working the way it should."
"You are evil, old woman…" Alistair grumbled as he reached for his small clothes and hurriedly redressed. "I didn't mean to yell at her, you know…" he stated after a moment, his trousers now in hand.
"Oh I have no doubt of that. Judging from the color of that rash, you were probably in a lot of pain. However, unless you wish to tell her that, you have better come up with another excuse for your outburst. You've already angered one woman of the group with that temper of yours. It wouldn't do well to anger another."
"I've actually been trying to not mess up with her…" Alistair admitted contritely. "It's just seems that whenever I open my mouth, the exact wrong thing always comes out. And whatever I meant to say gets twisted all around. Especially if I angry, or worried, or…."
"Aroused?" Wynne offered with a wry grin, eliciting a deep blush from the man in response. "Alistair, you are a good man. You just need to start focusing on the good qualities you have, and not so much on the bad. Every man alive will at times become flustered with his words when he is around a woman he finds attractive. The better ones learn to work around it, however."
"How so?" Alistair asked, now fully dressed and armored again. "It's not as if I don't try. And yet you've seen how badly I've screwed things up in the past. Especially in regards to Riel. I don't want that to happen with Leliana."
"Let me ask you this, then. Is how you feel for Leliana any different than how you feel for Riel?"
Alistair paused, thinking carefully on his words. "You know, I've asked myself that question too. And while I cared for Riel, it's just somehow different with Leliana. With Riel, I always felt as if I needed to prove something to her. To show her that I was something more than whatever she saw. And that when she finally saw whatever it was I wanted her to see, I could finally claim her as my own. With Leliana, I don't feel like that. It's not as if I don't want to be with her. Or that I feel completely deserving of her. But with her, the need is different. Softer. With Riel, I always felt as if I needed to be better. With Leliana, she makes me feel as if I am already good enough. When I think of her, I don't think of what I can do to prove myself to her. Instead, I find myself wondering about makes her smile. What makes her laugh. And what she thinks about in those times when she is by herself and smiles softly to herself. I want to know her."
"Coming so soon from your obsession with one woman, to focusing on another isn't always wise."
Alistair began to pace as his mind tried to sort through his thoughts. "I know I was obsessed with Riel. And how badly that worked out. Which is why I wanted to take things slower this time. Which is why I did…. what I did... To try and… 'take the edge off'..."
"Oh Alistair..." replied Wynne, trying hard to stifle the giggles that threatened to erupt at his admission. "Somehow I don't think nearly losing yourself," Wynne shifted her eyes down to his crotch, "is what Leliana would want. Women tend to like that part of their men..."
"You are taking far too much amusement out of this, old woman…" he sneered, his eyes narrowing on Wynne.
"You're right. I am. But only because I saw how much your affections had hurt our Riel over these past few months. And I don't want the same thing to happen to Leliana as well. Both of them deserve better than that."
"Ugh… I know!" Alistair exclaimed, his hands pulling at his hair. "Maker help me, but I am beginning to think that I should have become a Chantry brother. At least then my vows would have prevented me from even considering being with a woman. Perhaps then I could have avoided this whole mess…"
"Alistair, as a Circle mage, I have met my fair share of Chantry brothers and sisters over the years. So believe me when I say that sometimes even they often do more than simply consider being with someone intimately…"
Alistair pinned the woman with a look of both shock and disbelief. "They do not! What about their vows?"
"Incredibly solemn wholly meant when they are taken. However, the Maker knows his children. And how mortal they can be…" she replied with a sly smile. "However, you are not a Chantry brother. Which means that you must deal with these feelings that you have in regards to her. And preferably without getting either stabbed or being run through with an arrow. That Leliana is surprisingly a very good shot, even when she is angry. And while I am perfectly content acting as the group's healer when people are injured by whatever creature is foolish enough to attack us. However, I am far less content healing injuries inflicted by members of our group. Especially when I have to be dragged off into the woods to do so."
"Yeah… Thanks for this, by the way. For healing… that…" Again Alistair's face flushed, remembering the reason the two of them were alone together to begin with. "We should probably be getting back though… With my luck Riel has told Morrigan to mix up a poison for me. Again."
Wynne again let loose another round of girlish giggles. "Oh, I'd say you recovered just fine. Although perhaps you are right. As it is, you already have one apology to get to. Maker help you if you manage to somehow anger Riel today. Somehow I don't think that will go very well for you."
"Yeah, she's uh… Her magic…-" Alistair began, but suddenly stopped, not sure how to continue.
"The Maker takes care of his own. Have faith in that, Alistair. And if I may impart one last bit of elderly advice?"
"Go ahead. I'll honestly take all that I can at this point."
"Good. Because you'll need it. For the time being, I would highly suggest you walk carefully around Riel. I don't know exactly what is causing her trouble, however I do know that her abilities are very volatile right now. Be mindful of what you say and how you act around her. Even more so than normal."
"I will. Thank you, Wynne."
"You're welcome. Now let us return to camp. I meant it earlier when I suggested that we stop for a midday meal. That last fight made me hungry."
Alistair walked over to Wynne and offered her his arm. "Then I best not keep you waiting further. Maker knows that a woman missing her meal can get grumpy. A mage woman however-"
"Alistair, dear?" Wynne interrupted.
"Yes?"
"Stop now before I feel the desire to test out one of the new offensive spells that Morrigan taught me earlier."
Alistair audibly gulped. "Right! Back to camp we go!"
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