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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 28
Alistair's Awakening
Bridget had no idea how she managed to stay asleep with all of the terrible nightmares that plagued her mind that night. Instead of seeing the Arch Demon or Howe, Bridget witnessed Alistair being thrown up against that tree and seeing that blasted dragon shredding his flesh with her talons. These by far were the worst dreams she had ever had. Bridget loved Alistair…and the thought of losing him was too much to bear. He represented everything that was good in the world, he was kind to her not because he had to be, but because he wanted to be. Alistair had given himself, his heart to Bridget, and she had done the very same to him. Not having him by her side was almost impossible to imagine. When she had awakened, Alistair still remained still. Wynne had set about to healing him again, advising Bridget to take some time to herself and get herself cleaned up. Bridget tiredly trudged through bushes and moved tree branches out of her way before she came across a small lake. She sat on her knees in front of the water and dipped her hands into the cool liquid. Bridget splashed water on her face, mostly in an effort to help wake herself up. She stood and removed her armor, stepping into the water and letting it envelop her body.
Alistair grimaced and slowly opened his eyes to find Wynne hovering over him, her face contorted in concentration. His vision was a bit blurry at first so he blinked a few times before his eyes finally became focused. Alistair furrowed his brow.
"W-Wynne?" he asked in a dry voice.
Wynne's eyes flew open and she smiled at him.
"Oh thank the Maker you're alright. I was beginning to doubt that you would recover." She stated.
Alistair slowly propped himself up on his elbows.
"W-What happened to me? I feel like I've been whacked by a dragon's tail." He said.
Wynne cleared her throat.
"Well…that's certainly part of it." She replied.
Alistair's eyes widened as his memory from the previous day flooded back to him. He remembered seeing Flemeth turn on Bridget with a great wave of fire…and Bridget trying to hold her shield in front of her to cover it. Alistair glanced around camp. Bridget wasn't anywhere to be seen. Her shield was covered in scorch marks…and then there was a pile of ashes lying next to it…
"NO!"
Alistair crawled over to Bridget's shield and the pile of ash that was next to it.
"H-How could this happen?" he asked slowly as he cupped the ash in his hands and let the dust run through his fingers.
Leliana and Zevran both looked at each other, then back at Alistair.
"Err…Alistair, that's not,"
Alistair's lip quivered as he felt tears fill his eyes.
"This isn't possible, she can't have died! She never gets hurt, OW!"
Alistair whipped back around behind him to see Leliana standing there with her hands on her hips.
"Pull yourself together! Of course she's not dead; she's gone off for a bath."
Zevran grinned and stood.
"I can go and find her if you wish, surely you are in no fit state to, hey where are you going?"
Before Zevran could finish his sentence, Alistair had already limped past him, intent on seeking out Bridget. Zevran sighed.
"Am I to be denied all fun? He left before I could even finish!"
Bridget swam back to the surface of the water and pushed her hair back and away from her face. She was glad she listened to Wynne's suggestion, as the water did help her feel just a bit better. Bridget took a moment to take in her surroundings. Large trees shaded the lake and through the parts of where the leaves separated, the early morning rays of sunlight burst through and shimmered against the lake. Suddenly her vision vanished as a pair of hands covered her eyes. Before Bridget could say anything, she felt breath against her ear as the person whispered,
"Guess who didn't get killed by the crazy dragon lady!"
Bridget whipped around to stare up into Alistair's eyes that gleamed with laugher. She grinned widely and pulled Alistair into a heated kiss. Bridget moved her mouth against his slowly, savoring the moment. Alistair pushed his hands through her hair and down her back. It was now when he questioned himself as to why he hadn't taken off his breeches before slipping into the water. Bridget broke the kiss and stared into Alistair's eyes. She caressed the side of his face and whispered,
"Praise the Maker…I thought I had lost you."
Alistair smiled and tucked her damp hair behind her ears.
"Nothing will keep us apart." He whispered as he cupped her face.
Alistair dipped his head to hers and claimed her mouth, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it. Bridget closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Alistair's neck. He kissed her slowly, tenderly running his hands down her back and back up again. Bridget broke the kiss and smiled at her love. She dropped her gaze to his chest and tentatively traced the scratches that were now forever etched into his skin. Alistair smiled down at her.
"You know, I think they're kind of cool. After all, who doesn't love a scarred, muscular man, am I right?"
Bridget grinned and hugged him tightly, pressing her ear up against his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart. Alistair stroked her hair and chuckled.
"You know, when I woke up…I thought you were a pile of ash sitting next to your shield." He stated.
Bridget rested her chin against his chest.
"I won't be beaten so easily." She laughed.
Alistair nodded.
"Don't I know it." He replied before kissing her again.
Bridget tipped her head to the side to deepen the kiss, all the while stepping backwards in the water until her back rested up against the smooth surface of a large rock. Alistair tore away from his love and stared into her eyes. Her face was slightly flushed, and her lips were full, waiting to greet his once more. Because of the cold weather, her skin was like gooseflesh, as was his. Alistair moved his hands down her body, closing his eyes at the feel of her skin against his hands. He would never tire of that baby soft skin of hers, he knew it. Alistair rested his hands at her hips and lifted her slightly. Bridget wrapped her legs around his waist and raised an eyebrow.
"You sure you feel up to it?"
Alistair pulled away from her and rubbed his nose against hers.
"You're joking, right?" he asked.
Bridget giggled.
"Well I just don't want you to exert yourself too soon after your recovery."
Alistair frowned slightly. Despite how much he did want Bridget, he was still in a little pain. Perhaps it would be best if they waited. Alistair sighed, kissed her once more, and then lowered her back into the water. They both turned at the sound of Zeus barking. He trotted up to the water's edge and wagged his tail, carrying a piece of parchment in his mouth. Bridget waded through the water towards him and took the parchment from him. She unraveled it and began to read, chuckling and shaking her head.
"What's it say?" Alistair asked curiously.
Bridget looked up at him and cleared her throat. She handed him the document and got out of the water, grabbing her towel and drying off. Alistair furrowed his brow at the parchment before his face was engulfed in a flame of embarrassment. It read:
Now you two don't do anything naughty! Alistair (I am told) needs time to recover! I would have come myself to tell you this, but Leliana feared that the temptation to join you two in your little…err; rendezvous would be too great so I had Zeus bring you this letter instead. Don't worry Alistair, whenever I was injured, I just needed a day's rest before I…exerted myself in any way with a lover. All will be well by tomorrow and you may then ravish Bridget in her tent at night as I'm sure you were planning to anyway. For now though, get back to camp!
Your friend,
Zevran
Alistair crumpled up the piece of parchment and looked at Zeus.
"I can't believe he made you deliver this. You're supposed to be on my side!"
Zeus gave him a look that said "You didn't give me any mabari crunch, so there," and then trotted back off towards camp. Alistair got out of the water and redressed after drying up and followed Bridget back to the camp. Upon returning, Bridget noticed Morrigan in the distance and decided now was a good time to apologize, after all, she hadn't meant to shout at her. Bridget approached the apostate's makeshift shelter and found Morrigan sitting on a log, reading over the Grimoire. She nodded her head to acknowledge Bridget's presence and stood. Bridget cleared her throat.
"Morrigan, I-I wanted to apologize for shouting at you last night. I was just upset and afraid that Alistair wasn't going to make it. I'm sorry."
Morrigan looked at her and shrugged.
"There was no need to apologize, I could tell that you were upset. Honestly, I don't know how you have managed to care so deeply for him. He must perform exceptionally well in bed for I can not see how you stand constant conversation with him."
Bridget chuckled and crossed her arms.
"Oh you have no idea." She replied.
Morrigan laughed softly and then became serious again.
"I will stand by what I said. I shall repay you for what you have done for me."
Bridget nodded and walked back towards the others. She sat next to Alistair and poured herself a bowl of the soup Leliana made. Wynne emerged from her tent and stated,
"One more day of rest should be sufficient. After tomorrow I believe Alistair will be back to his normal self and can travel again. Where will we be going?"
Bridget swallowed the water from the flask Leliana offered her and said,
"Haven Village, it's in the mountains. That's where Brother Genitivi is…hopefully." She stated.
Zevran raised his eyebrows.
"This should be interesting." He said.
Leliana nodded excitedly.
"If this man really has found the Urn, he will bring hope to so many. I hope he has been successful!" she exclaimed.
Bridget and Alistair nodded.
"Wouldn't it be nice if when we got there Genitivi proudly presents us with the Urn and let's us take a pinch of the ashes? Oh that would be wonderful…" Alistair stated.
Bridget giggled.
"If there's one thing I've learned so far on this journey it's this: You can't get what you need unless you do something tremendous first."
Bridget's theory was quite right, although what they found in Haven would prove to be the most difficult task yet.
A/N: Okay, we'll be getting back to the main plot next chapter, I promise! Some pretty interesting stuff happens in the next couple of chapters! I think I can safely say I'm about halfway through the fan fic! Lots more to go though, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! :)
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