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The Best of What Is Given (one-shot)The Best of What Is Given (one-shot) by AldreaAlien
Title: The Best of What Is Given
Author: Aldrea Alien
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters/pairing: Daylen Amell & Zevran Arainai
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Origins and its characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.
The sure press of hands ran up Zevran's back, gently kneading his already relaxed muscles. The touch was more than the subtle warmth of skin on skin. There was a deep buzz that could only be his lover's magic. Tingly in such an enjoyable way, it seeped into his bones. He groaned, too exhausted to do anything else.
Daylen hummed, halting his impromptu massage. "Are you all right?"
"Mhmm." All right did not do what he felt justice. He was far beyond all right. Ecstatic was more fitting to how he felt. And exhausted. Utterly so.
"Tsk. Still no words." His lover's breath was hot on his ear. Zevran did not need to see the man's face to know he teased. "You certain I haven't broken my favourite assassin?"
Short person with sharp teeth, complete with a classic vampirish complexion. No, I don't go 'foof' in the sun nor do I sparkle. On the other hand, I might bite. ^_^|
Dark One's Mistress, a gothic romance inspired by a game and with a tinge of Beauty and the Beast.
The Rogue King, the Science Fantasy that spans thirty years in one man's life (and took control of mine) as he deals with divine possession and redemption.
Golden Dawn, a paranormal romance revolving around one demonic creature and a crystal containing some imprisoned sunlight.
And, of course, the various fanfictions kicking around my profile.
Endings and Beginnings (one-shot)
The campfire was little more than embers, glowing pitifully in the moonlight. Hawke lazily plucked a nearby stick from the ground and poked the smouldering logs, letting the flames naturally flare to life rather than resort to magic. At her feet, Nibbles snored on, twitching as he dreamed little doggy dreams. At least someone's life hasn't changed.
What a mess it'd all become. Perhaps he should've done as Sebastian suggested and made a serious bid to become Viscount. Then, maybe, she could've reduced the amount of lives taken if not stopped it all from happening. Ah, but if they'd known what she knew now, they wouldn't even have wanted her as their champion much less the Viscount.
Champion. What a hollow title. She was no one's champion, certainly not Kirkwall's. She was a failure.
She glanced up to find Fenris staring at her, his dark brows lowered in concern. "Sorry, I was just—" Standing, she picked her way past the sleeping lumps of her friends. "Co