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In good times and in bad	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 14749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The next morning when I wake I feel rested - more than I have for a long time. I lie with my eyes still closed, enjoying the comfortable warmth of the blanket around and the softness of Rori's body snuggled against me. I sneak my arm around her waist and nuzzle her neck gently when she stirs in her sleep.
"Mmmh," she mumbles and a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. She turns to face me, sleepily opening her eyes. Her smile brightens when she looks at me. "Alistair," she sighs. It's almost a purr. She stretches like a cat that has just woken and then snuggles closer to me. Suddenly she stiffens, her eyes grow wide and she looks at me with a mixture of surprise and embarrassement.
Ah-ha-ha... she has found my morning glory...
I blush deeply and lunge into a hastily stammered apology... that Rori drowns with a kiss. It's one of those typical Rori-kisses. She has a boisterous passion, wild and still tender. I am in bed with an almost naked beautiful woman and I am not prepared for this. I feel panic rising inside me next to a growing excitement. I have to stop this - now. But it is Rori who breaks the kiss and hurriedly leaves me lying there alone. I am confused to say the least.
"Where do you go?" I ask, wondering what I have done wrong now.
She stops at the door and looks back at me, blushing. "I have to pee," she says, grinning sheepishly as she shifts her weight uncomfortably.
"Ohh... ah... haha..." Awkward. She slips out of the door and I am left wondering whether I should stay in bed and wait for her return or get up and avoid any more situations that are bound to lead to more awkwardness. I am still there trying to make up my mind when she returns.
She is so beautiful, all sleepy with her touseled out-of-bed-hair. It looks even cuter now she allows it to grow longer. At least that's what I think. She keeps complaining she looks stupid and keeps taming her mane with a hairband.
She slips back into bed next to me and then something awfully cold touches my legs. I flinch and gasp. "Andraste's flaming sword! What is that?"
"Uhm... my feet?"
I stop my attempt to get away from the cold things, and sighing accept my fate. I cannot let her catch a cold, can I? "Did you take a walk in the snow?"
"All the way around the fortress. Just so I can make you warm my feet," she laughs, teasing me by rubbing her icy feet at my legs.
"Such a cruel thing to do," I grin and wrap one of her bright red curls around my finger.
Rori is much the same as always. As I said, she'd cope with it. The nightmares haunt her but she will not let them dominate her life. It's the only way to deal with them. It's not always easy, though. Despite the nightmares and all the other wonderful things that come with being a Grey Warden - like being tainted by the darkspawn blood inside us - I have never once regretted leaving the templars and joining the Grey Wardens. I was so desperatedly unhappy in the Chantry. Oh, wait, once briefly I did regret it - that was when I believed to be the only one left with Duncan and Rori dead. But the moment she walked out of Flemeth's hut that thought vanished. I wonder if Rori ever regretted her Joining. Not that we have much of a choice once we reach the point of no return.
"You never told me why you wanted to become a Grey Warden," I mumble. Rori's head rests at my shoulder, my arm is wrapped around her waist and she lazily draws patterns on my chest with her finger.
"My teacher Aldous told me many stories about the Grey Wardens. And then I guess I read too many adventure books. Fergus had a whole series about the Grey Wardens. I read them a dozen times or more."
"Yes, I read those, too. They were forbidden in the Chantry - like anything not religious - but I read them anyway until they found out because I read a book during our lessons and got caught. They made me burn them all."
"What a cruel thing to do!" Rori exclaims. "Gilmore and I used to pretend we were Grey Wardens," she goes on excitedly. "We got in trouble with Nan a lot because we chased the chickens around with our wooden swords, pretending they were darkspawn. And the cows were ogres. Gilmore almost got run over by the bull once." I can sense her smile against my bare skin and how it fades. "There was nothing about the nightmares in the books, though. Or about the Joining and the taint."
"No, nothing about that. But they also don't tell you templars have to take lyrium when they start training you." Maybe because I have already experienced the boundaries of the Chantry I can handle the ones of the Grey Wardens better. I don't know how it has to feel for someone who actually had a life before. My life in the Chantry didn't feel much like a life at all to me. If was like being buried alive. Still, the price I have to pay for being a Grey Warden, I do know it's a high price.
Rori begins to realize what being a Grey Warden really means. But she is noone to sit down and accept a fate when she sees a chance to fight it. She's far too stubborn for this. She has allowed Avernus to go on with his studies for a reason. Avernus is offering a chance and I know she is going to use it. I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do. I always believed that the Grey Wardens were my way to happiness. Ever since I became trapped in the Fade and in an illusion of a happy family, I have felt a bit lost. I am proud to be a Grey Warden. I am thankful that Duncan recruited me and saved me from the templars.... But deep down inside I have doubts. And I feel ashamed of them. It's like betraying Duncan. It's like failing my destiny. I know Rori drags me along. Her point of view, her opinion. It's important to me. She changes a lot. I don't know if this is a good thing. It feels good. It feels right. And still I feel guilty. Oh, I'm so lost.
"Do you regret having become a Grey Warden?" I blurt out.
Rori, still safely in my arms, keeps drawing patterns on my chest with her finger. She doesn't answer right away. If not for her restlessly moving fingers I'd wonder if she has fallen asleep. Finally she props up on her elbows to look me in the eyes. Her gaze is intense and full of affection. "No," she whispers - and then she kisses me. It's one of these kisses that make my nerves tingle and makes a warmth spread through my entire body. If I died now I'd die a happy man.
"I want Barkley to become a Grey Warden mabari." Rori informs me once our kiss ends. Her breathing is still ragged and I first believe I misunderstood.
"You... what?" Now, that is a surprise. And it for sure turns my thoughts away from the excitement of her body pressed against mine.
"I read about it in one of the books yesterday," she explains giddily. "It will protect him against the taint when he bites darkspawn. And Avernus knows how to do it. I asked him. He said he could mix the potion for Barkley."
She has a point there. But... "You risk losing him."
"Barkley and I talked it through." If he wasn't a mabari I'd now think she was funny. But the warhound is too clever for his own good. Sometimes I even wonder if Morrigan has a point when she claims Barkley to be smarter than me. "He knows of the risk. So do I. But... I do not believe he will die. Not him. He's an extraordinary dog."
"With an extraordinary mistress." And that earns me another kiss. One of these kisses that call for a cold bath to cool down afterwards.
After breakfast Rori, Barkley and I climb all the way up to Avernus' tower together while the others pack our belongings. As a gentleman I walk in front of her of course and prevent any temptation of staring at her hindquarters that way. Although I have to admit I imagine how her hips sway and how the leather of her pants hugs her firm little buttocks.
Avernus has already prepared the ritual. The old mage makes my skin crawl. Rori said to think of him like of Morrigan: useful. Well, he could be and if having to choose between Avernus and Morrigan I don't think the witch would win. "Do we speak the words for the warhound, too?" I wonder.
"Well, he's becoming one of us, so we should, shouldn't we?" Rori ponders. Barkley woofs his approval, wagging his tail excitedly.
"Just don't tell Morrigan," I grumble. "She'll rub this in endlessly. Me being dumber than the dog and so on. You know her."
"My lips are sealed."
I say the words that are spoken for any recruit and in the presence of Avernus, Rori and me Barkley becomes a Grey Warden mabari. He gulps down the whole potion Avernus has ready for him in a bowl... he sniffs, he belches, he shakes his head and whines. And that's it.
"He didn't even faint," I gasp when Barkley looks at us with huge puppy dog eyes, expecting a praise and a cookie.
"Yeah, don't you feel like a complete loser now?" Rori groans as she pets her warhound. "Because I do." She fainted during her Joining. So did I. We look at each other at the same time and in unison decide: "No word to Morrigan about that."
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