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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 54 and 55
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!

Leliana entered the small araval and kneeled down beside the sleeping figure. Without his massive heavy armor on, he looked half the size that he normally did. Yet his broad shoulders were still easily twice the size of her own. It was one the things that she liked about him, if Leliana were to be honest with herself. The way that his six foot three height seemed to tower over her five foot six frame, and how his broad shoulders and muscled chest were double the size of her own. Standing next to him, Leliana felt almost tiny. Feminine. And in a place full of bulky armor and heavy, ugly boots, Leliana craved any cherished reminders of what it was like to be a feminine woman.
And in a strange way, he gave that to her. Not just because of his size, either. But also in the way he looked and treated her. Especially these past few days. There was a soft sweetness to Alistair that few ever saw, and it pulled on the secret part of Leliana that often craved such things. Behind the fool with the awful sense of timing and words, she knew that there was a gallant gentlemen who wished to be free.
If only he could keep himself from saying the exact wrong thing as the exact wrong time….
Looking at him now, though, Leliana forgot all of that. She forgot his foolishness and his blunders and his harsh words to her best friend. She forgot about the way that he had yelled at her earlier that morning after the fight with the wolves. The only thing that filled her mind now was how deeply she cared for him despite all of that.
"Oh, my poor Alistair…" she whispered as she gazed down at him. His bare chest was covered in small red lines where the skin had become fused to his armor. In a few days the lines would heal and disappear, leaving behind perhaps only the faintest of scars. However now they looked raw and still very much painful, despite the healing that Wynne and the mage healer Varela tended to him earlier.
At the sound of her voice, Alistair's eyes slightly opened. "Leli-"
"Shh... Do not to speak..." Leliana softly hushed to him.
Awkwardly his hand raised, bumping first against a pillow at his side before weaving around in the air, finally coming to a rest against Leliana's knee. Once there, Leliana felt him give her knee a weak squeeze before once again going limp.
"S-sorry…" he hoarsely whispered.
"I know you are," Leliana smiled, placing her hand over his. "However I will make sure to tell Riel that you said so"
Alistair shook his head slightly, even though it was obvious that it the small action hurt him. "Sorry… to you," he stated, his voice a little firmer than the last time.
Leliana felt her heart skip a beat in her chest at his soft apology. "I know, Alistair," she answered back sweetly.
"Come…. here…" Alistair managed to say between pained breaths. Slowly he lifted both of his arms and gestured her forward.
Leliana couldn't keep back the beaming smile that took over face as she gently cuddled up next to him. She was careful to not place too much weight on his chest as her head found an all too familiar spot against his shoulder.
Since returning from Redcliff a few days ago, they had been dancing around the issue of intimacy between the two of them. Between his shyness and her self consciousness fears, there had been few times when they had even touched hands, let alone anything more serious. Yet now with his arms around her now, nothing else mattered.
With his fingers gently touching the bare skin of her shoulder, and his other hand overtop her own as it rested on his chest, Leliana prayed to the Maker that this wasn't just another dream. A fantasy that she would soon awake from to the loneliness of her tent. And yet, this felt far too real to just be another dream. The feel of his hands on her skin as his body cradled her own searing itself into her soul.
Please Maker… please don't let this be just a dream…
A silent prayer repeated not just in Leliana's mind, but also in Alistair's as well.
However, the hazy cloud of his mind wasn't so easily convinced as Leliana's was. Since feeling her presence enter the small area that they were in, Alistair found himself drawn to her in a way that defied logic. His consciousness fought desperately to stay even somewhat alert so he could enjoy the feel of her against his chest for just a little longer. On the tip of his tongue were all the things that he wished to say to her, yet fear of his own words kept him silent as he continued to hold her.
In the silence that took over, Alistair's mind kept going back to that moment just before Riel blasted him with her magic. In that split second when his brain caught up to what his mouth was doing, yet was too late to stop the words from leaving. Ironic that when it came to Riel, his words took on a life of their own and did as they pleased. Yet when it came to Leliana, his words refused to come lest he offend her.
At least, most of the time.
Alistair sighed, regretting again that he hadn't been able to apologize properly to Leliana about his outburst earlier that day. He had wanted to do it in private. Yet as soon as he and Wynne had returned to the camp, Leliana had always seemed to be busy doing something. Whether it was tending to the meals, checking their supplies, or speaking with Riel, Alistair couldn't find the opportunity to get her alone so he could apologize and somewhat explain his earlier behavior.
A deep regret that haunted his consciousness every time it surfaced since his near death at Riel's hands. Whenever the darkness of his mind cleared enough for Alistair to waken even partially, he would remember the look of shock and sadness on Leliana's face as he yelled at her. He had meant only to caution her. To make sure that she was alright. However, his fear over her safety mixed with the pain that he was in sharped his words to the point that his concern became twisted into anger.
It had taken nearly dying to finally bring about the most clarity that Alistair had felt for months. Possibly in his whole life. In those moments when he would fade in and out of consciousness, the one voice he always sought out during his awake moments was hers. The soft lilting music of a woman who had invaded his every sense and thought like no other. Not even Riel could compare to the presence that Leliana took over in his mind. In his heart.
"I-I want you to know…" Alistair managed to croak out past the pain in his throat and chest.
"You don't need to say anything, Alistair," Leliana tried to tell him. However again Alistair slightly shook his head.
"I n-need to say this," he paused, taking a breath to ease the tension in his body before continuing. "I know that I screw up. A lot. But I want you to know that…" Another pause while he mentally searched for and tested the words he wanted to say. "I am glad that you're with me. And I that…"
"I'll always be here for you, Alistair," Leliana replied during yet another pause by him.
"Good. Because I want you here. With me. More than… Just a friend… If that's okay."
Leliana lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled brightly at him. "I would like that too…"
Maker's breath Alistair repeated to himself as he looked up at her. With her liquid green eyes shining down at him, and a dazzling smile on her lips, once more Alistair feared that he might be dreaming. Carefully he lifted his hand to her cheek, his fingertips grazing lightly against her soft skin.
"By the Maker, you're so beautiful," he breathed out without thinking. And as soon as he realized that he said aloud what he only meant to say mentally, a deep blush tinted his cheeks all the way to his ears. A feeling that quickly to turned to horror and shame as he witnessed Leliana suddenly tear up as she looked at him. "I did it again, didn't I? I said something wrong or messed up somehow and now you're crying…" Alistair groaned miserably and dropped his hand from her face. Closing his eyes, he let loose a whole mental string of profanities at himself, cursing himself for his failures.
Leliana quickly picked up his hand and placed it once more on her cheek, bringing his attention back to her. "No, that's not it!" she hurriedly explained. "It's just… I'm happy…"
Alistair eyed her carefully, seeing the gentle smile on her lips and the way her eyes shined as she looked down at him. "You're happy? Are you sure? I'm not some horrible man for overstepping some invisible boundary and saying the wrong thing?"
Leliana giggled softly and shook her head. "No, you're fine Alistair. I actually liked hearing you say that."
"Well, you are. Beautiful I mean…"
Silently they stared at each other, each lost within their own thoughts as the seconds stretched out into minutes. And with each second that passed, every still functioning fiber of Alistair's being ached to kiss those perfect pink lips that smiled down at him. To know what she tasted like as his tongue greeted hers. Yet still a niggling fear ate his mind. Fearful of not just her reaction, but his own performance in being able to do it properly. She would, after all, be the very first woman he ever kissed.
"I want to kiss you…" he finally admitted, his thumb lightly brushing over Leliana's bottom lip.
Yes please… Leliana mused to herself as her eyes closed at the gentle touch, reveling in the slight tingle that flowed along her spine. However, she didn't want to rush Alistair, wanting instead for him to come to her on his own.
Finally Alistair pushed aside his fears and brought her face down to his, placing a soft, yet stiff kiss against her lips. However, his inexperience was no match for her languid guidance. Almost immediately his stiffness melted away under the feel of the gentle pressure she placed along his lips. And when her tongue slipped out to glide temptingly over the seam of his mouth, Alistair couldn't contain his moan.
The moment was perfect. The two of them together, their lips and tongue testing and tasting each other. However, when Leliana adjusted herself so more of her weight was brought against Alistair's chest, Alistair couldn't stop his wince of pain. Immediately Leliana pulled herself back, nearly banging her head against the wall of the araval.
"Oh I am so sorry!" she pleaded, her eyes wide in fear.
"Damn it… I was really starting to enjoy that too…" Alistair groused, bringing a light laughter from Leliana.
"How badly did I hurt you? Do you need me to get Wynne?" she asked him, eyeing the door to the araval.
"Nope. What I do need is for you to come back over here. I was getting used to your body warming me up. I want you to know though…" Alistair paused, sending a prayer to the Maker that she wouldn't laugh at him for his admission. "You'll be the first one I ever…"
Leliana placed her hand on the side of face and looked down into his chestnut brown eyes. "I know, Alistair. And it doesn't bother me. It actually makes me happy," she replied with a soft smile. Leliana then lowered her head down once more to his shoulder and snuggled up close to him. "Now you should rest. You will need all the strength you gather for when you apologize to Riel."
"Ugh…. Maker, don't reminds me," he grumbled sorely.
"Do not worry. I'll help keep Zevran distracted. And perhaps if you find yourself in need of more healing afterwards, I can come and keep you company again."
Alistair lightly squeezed Leliana's shoulder as a smile worked its way across his lips. "I would like that. I would like that a lot."
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