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In good times and in bad	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 14752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Denerim is near now. I have tried to be my usual self but it proves hard not to stammer and blush anytime Rori addresses me. I can't get rid of last night's encounters - both real and dreamt of. She seems to have a little trouble herself and the situation is quite awkward. Whenever we try to talk to each other the conversation dies quickly. I don't dare to hold her hand or kiss her, unsure of how she would react.
So we walk in uncomfortable silence. For a long time I haven't felt so hopelessly awful. The cold rain pouring down on us doesn't make things any better. There are hardly any travellers on the side roads we use to avoid running into any of Loghain's men. It was Zevran's idea and even though I still don't trust him, this one was a good idea. Right now, however, it makes the tension between Rori and me even worse. There's nothing there to distract us, nothing I could use to start a conversation with her. I've tried with commenting on the weather but really - how lame is that? I am about to lunge into a long babbled apology but Rori beats me to it.
"Bloody blast it!" she mutters, turns on her heel to face me, blocking my path. I come to a halt abruptly, probably looking as stupid as I feel. There is defiance in her eyes and her jaw is set in determination.
"Wh-what?" I don't get to say anymore before Rori pounces. She grabs me, pulls me towards her and kisses me. Her charm is disarming and she shatters whatever has come to stand between us with that one longlasting, lustful kiss.
Wow! And again in capital letters: WOW!
To have an erection while wearing a full plate armor is rather uncomfortable. I try not to but I still walk funny for some time until my desire has cooled down. If it wasn't totally beyond question, I'd shove that girl into the bushes and continue where we stopped last night. Just gentlemen don't do that kind of thing. And I'd probably be hit by lightning before I even got started.
Nonetheless it sounds rather tempting.
Rori slips her hand into mine and has the decency not to comment on my hobbling and wiggling. Her grin though she doesn't bite back.
"Don't say it!" I growl.
"You're so cute!" Rori giggles.
"And you are a cruel woman. I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"I'm that easy to see through, right?"
Merciful Andraste, I am so glad we're back to teasing each other. She doesn't feel put off. She still wants to be with me. I am so utterly relieved. And I guess so is she.
How Levi Dryden managed to find us I will never understand. Maybe it was mere luck. Levi tells us the story about his family and how Sophia Dryden, the commander of the Grey Wardens some 200 years ago, got them ripped of all their lands and titles. He wants to know the truth and it seems Duncan thought it worth his effort.
So does Rori. Even more so. She gets really excited about Soldier's Peak. "There really is a headquarter of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden next to the one in Denerim?"
"Why should we waste our time with that?" Morrigan complains.
"It belonged to the Grey Wardens. There could still be something there, scrolls, books, something that could help us," Rori points out. "Duncan never had the time to tell me anything about the Grey Wardens. All insider information I know from Alistair."
"Oh dear, then we really should go. He probably doesn't remember half of the things they told him and the other half he remembers incorrectly," Morrigan snorts.
"Duncan didn't tell me much either. But I perfectly remember the bits he did tell me." I grumble.
"Probably only light information. He must have known of your limited brain resources."
I hate it when she does that. Actually I hate everything about Morrigan, but especially when she makes me look stupid. I am not stupid! Not all the time.
"Can't we just shove her off a cliff somewhere?" I mutter to myself.
"Your luck and she sprouts wings and comes soaring back at us as a dragon like her mother did," Rori remarks cheerfully. At least one of us thinks this is funny. I glare at her gloomily and earn myself a charming smile and a kiss to the tip of my nose.
We don't have to make a big detour on our way to Denerim, so Rori decides we can stop at Soldier's Peak quickly, help Levi, find out more about the Grey Wardens and be back to deal with the Blight in no time at all.
"With a bit of luck, we can turn this place into our new headquarters for now - depending on how much still is intact after 200 years of neglect," Rori muses.
We climb that mountain, following Levi. He at least claims he knows which way to go. The rain has stopped instead now it snows. If the weather continues to torture us like that we will die of pneumonia before we even reach the top of that blasted mountain.
Finally the fortress rises from the mist like a jagged appendix sitting on top of the mountain. 200 years of neglect indeed have asked its toll and the former grandeur has vanished altogether.
"Soldier's Peak," I mutter, taking in the sight of the formerly magnificent fortress.
"Some people call this place the Lost Peak. Before King Maric's decree, the last Grey Wardens of Ferelden lived here. Oh, I just got chills." Leliana shudders.
"Looks like it's seen better days. Better centuries more like." It makes me somewhat sad and reminds me of how lonely Rori and I are. True, we have our companions to help us. But as Grey Wardens we stand alone. None of the others will ever understand what it means to be a Grey Warden.
"Once the Wardens flourished, their ranks full, their calibre certain. Now they even accept people like you, Alistair." Morrigan snorts.
"Hey!" At least I survived the Joining. That has to mean something, right?
"And like me," Rori points out, effectively silencing Morrigan.
The fortress is crammed with demons and undead. Of course. Why should anything ever be easy? Rori once sighs, then sets to work and at the end of the day the fortress is demon-free and the veil has been tightened again so that no demons can come uninvited.
"Looks like we're done. A demonic invasion thwarted, a Warden base safely rescued. We do good work." I announce cheerfully.
"And we have headquarters again." Rori managed to persuade Levi to use the keep as a warehouse. Some parts of the fortress desperatedly need thorough repair, others are still intact for housing a family, two wardens and their companions and for being used for storage.
For a moment when Rori promised Sophia to allow her to leave I was worried that's what she really would do. I can't tell if she was lying or first really had the intention to make a deal. Now only an insanely old blood mage Grey Warden is left in the keep. And us. It's too dark and foggy to climb down the mountain. So while our companions clean some of the rooms to spend the night there, Rori and I skip through Avernus' notes.
What he did leaves me speechless. I am shocked to find every detail of his work scribbled neatly into his journals. Unlike me he has a very tidy handwriting. "This is... insane." And disgusting. Shifting uneasily, I glimpse at the door that leads to the mage's laboratory. Rori left him alive and even allowed him to go on with his researches - without any victims. "Do you really think it was a good idea to leave him unpunished?"
Rori looks up from the journal she has been reading. Shutting the journal, she turns it thoughtfully in her hands, biting her lips while she thinks about my question. "Yes and no. When I read this I feel I should have made him pay. But we cannot undo what he did. This has already happened and no punishment will undo the suffering. And then there's his results. They can become very useful."
She already got excited about the possibilities of Avernus' magic when she first picked up one of his notes. Add her decision to allow him to live and I wasn't expecting anything else from her. That doesn't mean I understand or agree. "You think we should make use of something that was achieved by blood magic?"
"One day we will have to recruit new Grey Wardens. Avernus' research - as horrible as it is - could make the Joining less deadly," Rori points out. Her eyes are glinting with excitement at the thought. "Imagine how many we could save and how we could increase the numbers of the Grey Wardens. Plus, our Joining, how they used the blood of the darkspawn to turn us into Grey Wardens, that was bloodmagic, too, wasn't it?"
"Good point." I admit. I have never thought much about the Joining and the use of blood. Stupid, isn't it? I used to be a templar but I didn't mind gulping down magically altered darkspawn blood.
"And it could help us to become stronger while at the same time the taint would decrease. It also could help us to survive longer with the taint. Maybe we could overcome the Calling."
What she says makes sense, although I still can't get over how Avernus achieved the knowledge Rori now wants to be used for our and the Grey Warden's benefit. Duncan once told me the Grey Wardens do whatever is necessary to stop a Blight - or the darkspawn in general. Maybe he would have approved to Rori's decision. At least she strictly forbade Avernus to use any more blood magic. I don't know how she wants to control him, but I have seen her talking to Levi and I guess they have come to an agreement that also includes watching Avernus. Doesn't soothe my worries, though. I don't want to return here to the Drydens having been turned into Avernus' new probands.
"First we have to survive this Blight. Then we can think about recruiting new Grey Wardens. I have no clue how to do it." And although I see the necessity I have no desire doing so. To choose men and women to join our ranks also means condemning them to die, either during the Joining or when the Calling drives us into the Deep Roads. A fate Rori won't simply accept.
I don't know how Duncan could endure making the choices he made. The faces of all the dead had to haunt him. I wouldn't want the responsibility he had. And again I am about to load this burden onto the narrow shoulders of the girl in front of me. I just know she will do whatever is necessary. I admire her strength.
She has grown up rather sheltered and still she has not once tried to back out of her responsibility ever since she was forced out of her home. She mentioned she wanted to become a Grey Warden - but did she realize what it would be like?
"The Joining is another reason to allow Avernus to live." Rori remarks. "He can feed us the information we need once we do need it. For now I doubt we could afford wasting time with recruiting people. Duncan didn't just pick anybody, did he? And although our companions are all fabulous..."
"Save for Morrigan."
"... I wouldn't want to recruit them."
"Duncan made careful choices. He said he would only take those he thought would stand a chance to survive the Joining. He was a good judge of character. He chose you after all."
"And you."
"According to Morrigan that was an act of despair." I laugh. The way Rori snorts is balm for my bruised male ego. "But good to know there's an insane blood mage to help us if we are lucky enough to stay alive." And we will need all luck we can possibly get.
"I like to make myself believe I actually have a future," Rori says rather stubbornly. "Doesn't mean I don't realize every day could be my last... still... is it so wrong to dream of a future that's not only darkspawn and death?"
"For a Grey Warden that's what it is, Rori."
"The Calling, yes. But in between the Joining and the Calling, we can have a life and I intend to live it." The way she looks at me, makes my nerves tingle. I feel a by now familiar warmth spread through my body. My affection for her is becoming my greatest weakness so quickly I am afraid I couldn't end it even if I tried. It makes me worry about what lies ahead of us.
Rori doesn't give me any chance to get lost in my thoughts, though. Like she said, she intends to live her life and she doesn't waste any time. She crosses the distance between us, crawling on hands and knees, reminding me once more of a cat. The intensity of her gaze is hypnotizing. My heartbeat speeds up before she even touches me. I sit on the floor with my back against one of Avernus' bookshelves, my legs stretched out in front of me. Rori takes the journal I've been reading from me and tosses it aside.
Then she crawls atop of me, never taking her eyes off me. Her legs planted to both sides of mine, her hands grabbing the board of the shelf behind me. She doesn't touch me but is close enough for me to feel the heat of her body. I dare not to move when she leans in and gently rubs her cheek playfully against mine like a cat. Her lips brush across my chin, follow my jawline and the outline of my ear. Her hot breath whispers in my ear, making me shiver with anitcipation.
"Alistair..." Rori aspirating my name, her lips moving gently against my skin is enough to make me moan. She gently bites my earlobe then moves on to trail soft bites down the side of my neck. My hands, still resting on my thighs, curl into fists. When she entangles her fingers with my hair to pull my head back and claim my lips, thinking becomes impossible. Even more so as she now is sitting in my lap, pressed tightly against me.
I guess I should stop her now. Instead I run my hands up the side of her body, starting at her thighs, moving across her hips and waist, whispering past her ribs. She wears a tight fitting blue and white striped blouse tied with red laces on the front. My fingers find the first lace, pulling it open to reveal a small patch of bare skin. Feverishly I move on towards the second lace, then the third.
We only break our kiss when we have to gasp for air. Rori has slipped my shirt over my head - I don't know when that happened. Probably sometime before or after I opened her blouse. At the moment I am staring at her bosom and I am quite sure my expression is ressembling that of a complete retard. She has the most beautiful breasts I can imagine - not that I have seen many in my life. Rori's breasts are perfect. Round and white with rosy nipples that harden to little pearls when I rub them between my thumb and index finger. She's so beautiful I just have to kiss her there.
Rori moans and bucks her hips, rubbing herself against my erection. "Rori," I gasp her name, my hips moving to meet her. I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing her body against mine, skin meeting skin. She bites down on my lower lip before she kisses me with unrestrained passion.
"When you said you were going to study up here, what exactly did you mean?" The voice coming from the door makes us jump apart. It's as if someone has dumped a bucket of icy water over my head. Rori instinctively pulls her blouse tightly around her to cover her breasts. We both stare in horror at Morrigan standing in the door.
"You two are so gross." She pulls a face like she is going to vomit. "Dinner is ready. Get dressed and wash your filthy hands."
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