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Gossip (one-shot)Gossip (one-shot) by AldreaAlien
Author: Aldrea Alien
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters/pairing: Maxwell Trevelyan & Dorian Pavus
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition and its characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.
Maxwell sat in Skyhold's chapel. Alone. Pensive. It'd been months since he'd prayed. The business with the Breach and stopping Corypheus made it all seem secondary—not to mention the dent in his pride after having been so certain of being chosen by Andraste. Even now, with things relatively quiet, he couldn't bring himself to think of the Chant, much less speak the words.
Instead, his mind buzzed, not with the almost unintelligible whispers of voices long since dead. No, his thoughts were turned to finding a solution to his problem, the gossip his closeness with Dorian had summoned up, without making things worse. He couldn't control what the people knew any more than he could stop what they said. In Ostwick, his older siblings
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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.
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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