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A Way Back (one-shot)A Way Back (one-shot) by AldreaAlien
Title: A Way Back (one-shot)
Author: Aldrea Alien
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters/pairing: Daylen Amell & Zevran
Disclaimer: Dragon Age (Origins) and all its characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.
Zevran eyed the vessels wobbling forlornly in Denerim's port. The ship that would take him to the Free Marches had docked at last. He hadn't been looking forward to this day ever since he decided it must be done.
It would not be forever. He wouldn't let it be forever. Nothing would stop him returning. Unless he dies. Or I die. It would probably be him, if he was honest with himself. Far more believable that he would fall before his dear Warden even got a scratch. After all, how many times had Daylen picked him up during a fight? Well, he hadn't been much of a head-on fighter until battling against the Blight.
Around him, the streets teemed. Even half destroyed, the city was lively. It had reason to be. A tall
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