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Normal-er Times (one-shot)Normal-er Times (one-shot) by AldreaAlien
Title: Normal-er Times
Author: Aldrea Alien
Game: Dragon Age
Characters/pairing: Inquisitor (Maxwell Trevelyan) / Dorian
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition and all its characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.
There were times when Maxwell regretted not becoming a templar. As he looked up at the mighty structure before him, that old regret flared to life. The Circle tower looked much like any other fortified building; strong, imposing and, above all, guarded. And it was these armoured men who watched as he neared the gates. Even those in Chantry garb weren't absolved of speculation.
He'd been here before, delivering this or that for the Chantry mothers—mostly books and scrolls—and surreptitiously checking in on his sister. Evelyn had chewed him out the last time, having no doubt made the connection between his last excursion and the removal of the man who'd been responsible for several bruises.
We're not me
Short person with sharp teeth and a 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 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