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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
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and the characters of the game do not belong to me. This is a no profit fanfiction

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Thank you very much all the reviewers and voters and readers who have stuck with me through this by now rather long story..
There is new fanart by Notevensorry. It's for the Alistair in the mirror scene at the end of chapter 54. I've already added the ling in the last chapter but some time after posting, so here it is again:
http://40.media.tumblr.com/7b51e4bf08dcf059e13daff9d9f0d818/tumblr_nloxxuxbOT1uomlcxo1_1280.jpg
http://41.media.tumblr.com/e0d6756a9b4ba923f045353da5f4891d/tumblr_nkyy9xTt2c1uomlcxo1_1280.jpg
@myron: hey, when you get your story online, give me the link, will you?
Chapter 69
I stand outside Leliana's tent in no more than my smallclothes and have an argument with Rori who is inside Leliana's tent - with Leliana. And Schmooples, that lucky bastard. With the lantern the bard has lit, I can clearly see both Leliana's and Rori's silhouettes. They both have their arms crossed in front of their chests. Blast! Seems I will be having this argument for a while longer. It's spring but it's still freezing cold at night and I am already hobbling around on one foot, then on the other to avoid standing in the icy mud.
"Oh, come on, Rori, you can't be that mad at me for this... the name just... slipped... I didn't think of her at all...." I say desperatedly and with clattering teeth.
"Am I missing something?" Leliana mutters. "I am missing something, right?"
"You asked me to do what she did! How can you not have thought of her then?" Rori snaps.
It wouldn't be so bad if she was only angry. She's been mad at me before. It took me some time but I have learnt how to have a proper argument with her. She hisses and snaps, I snarl... she throws her boot or a book at me - I found out better not to return that favour -... and with a bit of luck, I dodge or catch it... she calls me a jerk, I call her a nuisance... and in the end we make up with steaming hot sex. But now she sounds hurt, close to tears actually.
"I am missing something," Leliana sighs. "What a masterspy!"
"Yes... no! I did not think about her," I try to talk myself out of the mess I created. "I pictured you... doing what she... Oh Maker! Rori, really, I've apologized a thousand times for sleeping with that woman..."
Leliana pokes her head out of the tent. "Alistair! You did WHAT!?"
Oh blast! She didn't know? I would have expected Zevran to break the news to all of our companions. Seems he didn't. The lack of teasing actually should have told me so. But I was too busy with Rori and myself to notice. My face is burning, my whole head is so hot and red, you could probably fry an egg on my cheeks.
"Leliana, really, I was drunk and high... oh, Maker! Rori... please... I thought we were through with this... all the times we said sorry... you apologized a thousand times for sleeping with the very same woman..."
Leliana's head disappears inside the tent again. "Rori! You did WHAT!? I didn't know you are into women."
"I am NOT into women!" Rori declares forcefully. "Or... am I?" she - after a short pause - asks meekly and utterly confused. "I was as drunk and high as Alistair... this wasn't really planned. It just happened!"
"You had both sex with another woman? The same woman? At the same time?" Leliana squeaks. "Maker's Breath! One cannot leave you alone. Not even for five minutes!"
"Leliana!" both Rori and I exclaim.
"Hey, this is my tent. You go and have your argument elsewhere and you won't have to bother with me!"
"Rori, please, I thought we made up about this already. All the things that happened on that ship, I thought we got over it." I really thought we'd talked this through... err... okay, we didn't talk about it that much... still, she seemed fine... Oh! Women! Everytime I believe to have figured them out, they do something completely womenly I'd never have expected. It's utterly frustrating. Is there anybody out there who truly understands them?
"That was before you said her name when in bed with me!" Rori hisses.
"Alistair!" Leliana gasps. "How could you!" If I didn't already feel like a complete asshole, I'd get there right now. "You can stay the night here, honey," the bard coos at my ginger.
"I did not say her name," I mutter. "Not like that... I... And teaming up against me is not fair! That... that was not what I meant... I only wanted Rori to try something Isa... she did..."
"This doesn't make it any better!" Rori snaps.
"Not at all," Leliana agrees. "Quite the contrary actually."
"And you said her name again!"
"We are talking about her!" I cry in ultimative exasperation.
Okay, I'm heading nowhere this way. I can either go back to our tent and spend the night alone there, hoping Rori will have calmed down tomorrow. Or I need a new approach to convince her to forgive me and my stupid lapse...
"Rori, please, what do I have to do? Do you want me begging on my knees. Fine. I'm kneeling down now."
Rori's and Leliana's silhouettes still show two females with their arms crossed in front of their chests. Not good.
"I am kneeling out here in the cold cold mud and I feel miserable, ashamed and utterly devastated... and I am so so so sorry," I continue.
I can hear Rori sigh. She rakes her fingers through her hair and begins banging her head against Leliana's shoulder.
"It has begun to rain, by the way," I remark. "It's raining buckets of icy water." Of course they know that. The rain is drumming down on the tarpaulin of the tent. But it certainly won't hurt to point out I am outside in that icy rainstorm. Even the nug is more comfortable than I am.
"Stay strong," the bard advises when Rori begins to wriggle about.
"And now the begging..." I do hope Rori will give in but she's merciless, especially with Leliana as her backup. I wait for a moment, but Leliana has taken both Rori's hands for reassurance and my hope fails. "You're really going to make me beg, aren’t you?" I sigh. "Fine, I beg." Pause. These heartless women really know no mercy. "Roooori!" I wail. It obviously sounds heartbreakingly desperate because Barkley joins in, howling with me. "Please, please forgive me... before I catch a cold and die of pneumonia all alone and heartbroken! I already can't feel my toes anymore. And I am soaked... the little I wear is soaked. And my hair... dripping wet..."
"Don't give in," Leliana says sternly when Rori begins to giggle, trying unsuccessfully to bite it back. "A bit of suffering will do him good."
"I don't know... he really sounds sorry..." Rori mumbles.
"No way. He has to learn this the hard way. Men don't learn anything at all if not the hard way," Leliana lectures my woman.
"You are a heartless woman, Leliana! Didn't they teach you any mercy in the Chantry?" I pout.
"Only for those who deserve it," the bard shoots back.
If this was Leliana's decision, I could kneel out here all night long. "Rori, I did not mean to hurt you and I am sorry I did. It was inconsiderate and mean and... There’s a stone right beneath my left knee and it's poking me nastily... I only want to have mentioned that I am suffering a great deal right now."
"It is cold outside... and wet," Rori points out to the bard, slowly reconsidering her unforgiving attitude.
"The little templar really does like to play with others, doesn't he?" Leliana comments and it doesn't sound friendly or girlish at all. "Here's a piece of advice for you, darling, you better make sure he dearly regrets it so that he never gets the idea to cheat on you again!"
"He did not cheat... not really. And it wasn't his fault!" Rori unexpectedly defends me before I can mumble a feeble excuse. "I was involved, too. Actually, I got it started... somehow... we were really drunk and... Oh, I don't know!"
While Rori tries to explain to Leliana what we both still don't understand, I try to find another way to express how utterly sorry I am, as kneeling and begging doesn't help. It involves my faithful Grey Warden doll as I don't dare to poke my own head into Leliana's tent... and a thick slice of cheese... now, don't say, cheese isn't romantic! It's not as pretty as a flower and this piece is rather smelly. But I have cut it into a heart shape! Not completely symmetrically, I admit, because I cut it in a hurry. But one gets what it's meant to be.
So, the faithful Grey Warden doll takes the cheese in its hands and fearlessly enters the lioness' den, bowing to my lady as it presents her my gift.
"What is that?" Leliana asks. "Cheese? He makes a doll give you cheese? That's his way to say sorry?"
But Rori is not listening to the bard anymore. She is already laughing herself to tears as she takes the cheese-heart from the doll. Then she's out of the tent and throws her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. "Oh Alistair!" she gasps, showering my face with kisses. "Apology accepted. I'm sorry for being such a bitch. Oh, you are so cold! Hurry, we have to get you out of the rain."
Shortly later I am back in our tent and Rori makes sure I get warm again after standing outside in the chill of the night in no more than my by now muddy and completely soaked smallclothes for such a long time. First she gets me out of the wet garment and tucks me under a blanket, joining me soon afterwards, her warm body pressed against the icicle I've turned into. Then she massages and rubs my whole body thoroughly... and when I say my whole body, I mean it.
But the best part, the very best part of making up with Rori this night is, when I lie snuggled against her and she tells me a story her mother used to tell her in cold, dark nights when she was small. It's about three piglets and a wolf and although I already know the story, it's incredibly cute to listen to Rori deepen her voice to a still girlish growl when she intones the big bad wolf. Her piglets are quite a noisy, squealing bunch and to top it all, she forms her hands to have shadow figures appear on the tarpaulin of our tent, mimicking her story.
I feel so loved. And sheltered. She even lets me have most of the cheese-heart. I really don't deserve this. I don't deserve her. Especially not tonight. Over and over again I am at awe at how beautiful and ravishing she is. I can hear the sadness in her voice, sometimes it fades and there's a pause longer than necessary. The memory of her mother, as dear and precious as it is, has to hurt her deeply. And yet she shares this with me and allows me to become part of her life, past and present and future. Nobody has ever done this for me. Not like Rori has.
She's already fast asleep snuggled in between me and the dog. I hold her in my arms, listening to her soft breathing, Barkley's snoring and the sound of the rain drumming down on the tarpaulin. I've been in the Chantry for too long as to not make a habit of praying every night before I go to sleep... although Rori makes me forget about it sometimes when she exhausts me so much during our lovemaking that I doze off with no more on my mind than a big fat WOW... anyway, when I'm not completely mind numbed, I act like a good boy and say my prayers... although I have to admit, I'm not very good at it and I hated those times when it was my turn to say my prayers out loud in front of all the other brothers and sisters... it always ended with me having to scrub pots in the kitchen for weeks... I still don't know what is wrong with thanking the Maker for the invention of cheese... but this is not about cheese. It's about Rori. Most of my prayers are dedicated to her. Actually... all of them. Ever since I first met her.
"Oh Maker, first let me say: I'm really sorry for having dusted the grand cleric's formal robes with itching powder...," I mutter to the darkness, wishing I had Leliana's faith. It would make a whole lot of things easier, I imagine. "I know, that was a while ago and I shouldn't have done it at all but... I thought, I should mention it... okay, yes, I am going to ask for a favour. It's pretty obvious, isn't it? Anyway, whatever your big plan is with us, Rori and me and our companions, Ferelden and the rest of Thedas... you better keep that woman safe. I don't want to appear ungrateful... I am so utterly thankful that she is here with me and that I am allowed so much happiness at all... and not meaning to criticise your creation... that certainly was a whole lot of work... so one certainly cannot expect everything to work out perfectly... but Rori... she's one of your masterpieces. So, I'd very much appreciate if you didn't let her die. Just my humble opinion. Thank you."
Now I can close my eyes, snuggle to my woman, and all wrapped up in her warmth, her scent, her love, I can finally embrace sleep... until the nightmares come to haunt me. But even they are less scary when Rori is around. I do hope I make it easier for her as well.
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