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How to Adopt a Warden and Other Tales	By : Royality Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alistair had found himself to be incredibly happy lately for someone who was about to fight off the Blight and who had just found out that his ‘sister’ was just a gold-digging wench. While in Denerim to restock on their supplies before heading over to the Mage tower, Izarre had surprised Alistair with a little gift. It wasn’t something silly as a rose (because who in their right mind would give another man a flower?), but was instead something more a little more personal.
“Oh,” Izarre spoke up as they had stopped in the middle in The Wonders of Thedas for a quick look around. Alistair had to look up from his hunt of golem figurines. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something glisten in the light. “I found this at Redcliff in the Arl’s study.”
“You off robbing people again?” Alistair teased. Izarre laughed at the little joke.
“Old habits die hard, I guess.” It took Alistair a moment to realize what he was just given.
“This...this is my mother’s amulet. It has to be.” He held the engraved silver locket up by its chain and let the jewelry twirl in front of his eyes to be certain. “But why isn’t it broken?” Confused, he clutched the necklace in his hand. “You found it in the Arl’s study, right? Then he must have found it…after I…” The warden’s eyes narrowed as he tried to think. “He repaired it and kept it then? I don’t understand why.”
“I don’t think he hated you, Alistair,” Izarre responded reassuringly. “Fathers can have a…way of showing they love you, even if you don’t think they do.” He turned away after he finished speaking as he remembered how his own adoptive father had loved him in the end.
“I guess you’re right,” Alistair smiled in sympathy. “Thank you.” Izarre nodded as he accepted the gratitude and stepped away to go look at another display table, but he found himself being followed by Alistair. “Did you remember me mentioning it?” Alistair smirked over the idea that someone had actually paid any attention to him. He was answered by a prompt, but playful shove. Unfortunately, it caused him to lose his balance and slam into a table which then caused a crystal orb to fall and shatter upon the stone floor. Morrigan moaned in distain as Izarre face-palmed himself before pulling out his coin purse to pay for the damages. “Sorry! SORRY! “Alistair stammered embarrassingly as he attempted to pick up the fragile pieces by hand, only to have them shatter in his armored fingertips. “I’ll…clean that up.”
It was outside of Denerim did Alistair suddenly lose his happiness. It came as no surprise to anyone that Loghain would hire a bunch of assassins to try to kill them; it did come as a surprise to nearly everyone, especially Alistair, when Izarre allowed for one of them to join their little party afterward. It also didn’t take Alistair too long to notice that he was no longer walking next to Izarre on their way to the Mage Tower. All he could do was miserably stay behind with the women, the dog, and the Qunari, as Izarre and Zevran walked ahead making each other laugh with inside jokes, playful fighting, and reminiscing about what it was like to grow up on the streets as a thieving urchin.
When it started to get dark, Izarre decided that it was a good time to make camp seeing as how the Mage Tower was still a day’s walk away. Once settled, he wandered off to fetch some clean water from a nearby lake alone but Alistair was quick to follow when he thought no one was looking. While he had not had made any noise with his sneaking, Izarre knew he was there before he had even said anything.
“What do you want, Alistair?” Izarre asked with his back turned. He was in the lake, seemingly nude, and looked busy in search of something below the water’s surface. The lake wasn’t massive, but big enough to have some depth to it with a small waterfall on the opposite side. Alistair was a bit taken by the view of Izarre in the clear water with the moonlight reflecting on long, wet, white hair and glimmering pale skin. The ponytail had come down, allowing for the hair to flow in a trail behind him. He turned to face Alistair and swam closer until his feet could touch the bottom. This allowed for him to stop about waist deep in and looked curiously towards Alistair, wondering why he had been followed. Alistair opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come out. “Take off your armor and come in here. You’re starting to smell ripe.”
Finally, the words came. “Hey, I don’t smell…Do I?” Alistair lifted an arm to sniff and immediately pulled away from his own scent. “Right. Give me a moment.” There was a lot of clambering before the heavy plate armor finally came off and Alistair stood in just his small clothes. He had stopped to consider if he should actually take them off or not, but as he looked out at the lake and saw a flash of Izarre’s bare backside as the other Warden turned to make his way back into the depths, he decided to mimic the behavior. “Ah! COLD!” Alistair yelped as he tip-toed into the water. He walked out until he couldn’t touch the bottom anymore before swimming out to meet his friend.
Izarre had been busy diving down with a small dagger to dig up clams. He had a small pile of them already near the shoreline. When he came up this time, he found himself chest to chest with Alistair. “So this is what you’ve been doing? Fishing?” Alistair asked as he floated close. Izarre nodded and attempted to dive down again, but his arm was grabbed. “Wait, I actually came out here to ask you something.” Surprised, Izarre stayed where he was and ran his fingers through his overgrown wet bangs to clear his eyes. Alistair took the chance to look directly into them as he continued to speak. “I’m uh…,” Alistair paused as he couldn’t help looking away again. “I’ve been wondering about Zervan, really. It seems like the two of you have become quite…friendly.”
“I suppose we have,” Izarre shrugged. He had taken a liking to Zevran. It was nice to have someone to talk to about certain things.
“I’m just curious…maybe it’s inappropriate of me to ask, but what are you intentions towards him?”
“Intentions? You mean do I plan on killing him later?” Izarre asked, not sure where this was going. “No, I gave him my word, Alistair. He’s not a bad guy.”
“I didn’t mean that…I meant…is it serious? If...If you’ll tell me...that is… Please tell me…”
“Serious about what?”
“I was under the...impression…that the two of you were…romantically involved?”
“What?” Izarre shot Alistair a nasty glare and the stammering warden began to panic.
“I would have said something sooner, but I didn’t know how to put it without sounding jealous!” While nearly shouting, Alistair winced up to prepare himself for getting punched in the face. Indeed, Izarre’s fist was balled up with his arm pulled back, but the last bit caused him to blush and relax.
“Jealous? Why would you…I mean…,” Izarre stammered a bit himself as he bashfully tucked a wet strand of hair nervously behind his ear. “Why would you be jealous? Zervan is just someone I like to talk to…” The lack of getting hurt caused Alistair to relax as well.
“I needed to get that off my chest, so let me ask you something else.” Reaching out, he caressed Izarre’s cheek. “Do you have any feelings towards me?” Izarre stayed quiet but allowed the gentle petting of his face. “I know it…might sound strange, considering we haven’t known each other for very long, but I’ve come to…care for you. A great deal.” The green eyes rotated up to look at Alistair’s face. Unlike the other 99% of the time, it was actually quite confidant, calm, and serious. Alistair smiled, removing his hand for a second to scratch behind his own head with a small laugh. “I think maybe it’s because we’ve gone through so much together. Or maybe I’m imagining it. Maybe I’m fooling myself.” Reaching out, he took Izarre’s face with both hands and pressed their noses together. “Am I? Fooling myself? Or do you think you might ever…feel the same way about me?”
Izarre was left speechless, his lips quivering from both the chill in the water and the fluttering in his chest. His eyelids began to close themselves while his body leaned into Alistair’s warmth as they kissed. He had lost all sense of time before Alistair pulled away, a smile still on his face. “So I fooled you, did I? Good to know,” he tease as their lips still touched and warm breath mingled. His hands had found a comfortable place to be underwater just above Izarre’s backside as he held the other boy close. “But what about Zevran? I don’t like the idea of leading him on.”
Regaining some of his sense, Izarre just snickered. “I do think you’re leading him on,” he said, but Alistair frowned as he removed one of his hands from Izarre’s waist to lift up the Warden’s chin.
“You know what I mean. Either you’re with him…or you’re with me.” Izarre remained quiet but carefully pushed the hand away.
“You’re the one that told me that I was involved with Zevran. No one, not even Zevran, was thinking that.” Alistair sighed a bit as Izarre smiled.
“I know. I’m sorry for the accusations I just…” But before he could finish his apology, Alistair was kissed again before Izarre pulled away to swim to shore.
“We better head back,” Izarre said while standing there naked and dripping wet as he gathered his clams. Alistair blushed and followed. He shivered as he climbed out of the water and tried to shake the cold water off before he felt Izarre’s hand on his back.
“Let me help,” Izarre insisted as he used his more refined magic to ignite their bodies with blue flames. It was the first time Alistair had been covered in fire that didn’t hurt and the sight of it amazed him like no other wonder had done before. When the flames died down, he found himself perfectly dry.
“How did you…? Wow, just…wow. We were covered in fire and then…” Izarre smiled at this and nodded.
“Controlled magic doesn’t seem to hurt anyone I don’t want it to. Get dressed and let’s head back before they send a search party.”
(AN: A few lines of dialogue have been taken directly from the game or have been paraphrased from game dialogue. Anything recognizable as game dialogue is not mine, and I bow to the Bioware writing team.)
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