Teyrn of Highever

"We Couslands do our duty. Which is just as well, since that's all that's left." [Independent RP blog for Fergus Cousland from Dragon Age.]

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He sighed, feeling guilty for getting defensive, and for being unable to ease his sister’s worry.  ”Marian…” He took a deep breath.  ”Don’t worry about me.  I’m fine.”

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“You’re moping, and brooding.” She pointed out, arms still crossed over her chest. “And yes, you’ve a right to being like that. But you also have a right to being happy, and I don’t think you’re happy alone like this. Plus I’m your little sister, I have to worry about you. No one else is around to.”

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Fergus huffed a laugh.  “I’m pretty sure that it is I who needs to worry about you - since no one else is around to, and the Wardens and Crown seem to need you to fix all of their problems.”

Sighing again, his shoulders slumped in defeat.  “It is not something I do on purpose.  Letting go is... difficult.  And that fault is mine.  I would not wish another to feel like they are in the shadow of the dead.”

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Negotiation - Closed

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"He didn’t choose you without seeing opportunities in this arrangement. My father is a clever man. Even if he seems irrepressible… he is a good and nice man. He never cared about our education or private lifes, because my mother planned and controlled everything."

She whispered and carefully stroke over his cheek with her fingertips. It was a wonderful feeling, being close to Fergus, listening to his wonderful voice… She cleared her throat and smiled shyly.

"He’s… just overwhelmed by the fact, that his eldest daughter, the heir of his legacy, found someone by herself. Without accepting a forced arrangement. I believe he won’t say no. You weren’t chosen years ago without a good reason, Ser Cousland.”

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“And what of you?” Fergus asked gently, trying not to be distracted by her gentle touches, but Maker help him, it had been so long since he felt connected to anyone like this that it was difficult to resist giving in.  He kept his focus, however.

“You have as many better prospects now as you did before,” Fergus said gently.  “More, of that I am certain.  Are you... sure this is this what you want?”

He let his worried frown fade in favour of a soft smile.  “You’ll be stuck with me otherwise.  No shaking me off.  It’ll be insufferable.”

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[ferguscousland]

"Fergus, I need to tell you something." Josephine stood in front of his desk and looked to him, shy and undetermined.

He stopped what he was doing (some letter to some bann about something not important anymore) and set his quill aside, looking up at Josephine, concerned.  ”That… isn’t usually a precursor to anything good,” he admitted.  ”Is everything alright?”

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"Well, today it is. I searched for the right moment the last days, since you came back from Denerim but…" The Antivan smiled carefully and went around his desk. It was a rather broad table, filled with different kinds of documents, letters and little gifts that arrived this morning. Probably from the Inquisito or other Banns.

She sat down on his lap and took his hands into hers. Hesitating for the first moment, she placed them on her stomach. "I am still not sure, but shortly, after you left again I expected those…days, but they did not come."

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Fergus looked dumbfounded, looking at Josephine then down at the hand over her middle, then back up again.  Was she... did she really mean it? "How long have you known?" he breathed in wonder, his thumb moving in gentle arcs under her hand over the softness of her stomach.

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"Fergus, I need to tell you something." Josephine stood in front of his desk and looked to him, shy and undetermined.

He stopped what he was doing (some letter to some bann about something not important anymore) and set his quill aside, looking up at Josephine, concerned.  "That... isn't usually a precursor to anything good," he admitted.  "Is everything alright?"

[ferguscousland]

So I have a scheme brother mine.

Fergus didn't look up from his ledger out of stubbornness more than trepidation.  "For the record, 'scheme' is never a precursor to anything good.  I'm reluctant to even ask."

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Negotiation - Closed

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Fergus frowned, sitting in one of the chairs against the wall.  ”What do you know of the Contrantos?”  It could be that this was a convenient match for the Montilyets rather than simply finding a husband for Josephine.

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"They are a former ancient family of merchants and princes. Leliana told me, that they work with the Crows. Backstabbers, that remove their opponents with secret blood-sheding." She sighed and looked at him. "I will not marry him, Fergus. I chose you. I can’t do that and I will not fulfill my fathers wish." Josephine could not resist and sat down on his lap, placing her hands on his cheeks and leaning her forehead against his. "I will stay with you…"

[ferguscousland]

His hands went to her waist when she sat across his lap, fingers gently squeezing in reassurance.  He closed his eyes and let her rest her forehead on his, taking comfort in her presence and words, as selfish as it was for him to do so.

Duty first.  But Josephine was not a Cousland, and he had avoided parts of his duty for so long by politely rejecting proposals from various nations, much to the ire of the royal court.  Was now the time?

"Your father asked that I consider taking you for a wife once," Fergus said cautiously, aware of the implications and not wanting to pressure Josephine into anything she did not want to do.  "Would he accept me saying yes now?  After all this time?"

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When Fergus got angry, he rarely shouted or acted over-dramatic. He was more akin to a pot about to boil-over, something he had learned to rein in over the years, keeping a tight leash on the temper he had as a young man. Now, instead of getting openly angry, he seemed to take the same iciness that his mother had perfected mixed with his father's expertise at wielding disappointment. He was furious at his sister's actions, and silently so; he didn't need to shout to let Kayli know that.

      Kayli didn’t even dare to look up at him. It felt like it was both her mother and father staring at her the way they used to when they were either angry or disappointed… or usually both. ” Can we please skip the part where you look at me like that and go straight to the part where you scold me for being irresponsible and all the other stuff?”

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"Fergus, you, of all people, should know that I keep my promises." She remained silent for a few moments. "Or at least I try to… Looks, I know it was stupid, I know I could’ve died. I swear I won’t get, willingly, into something like this ever again."

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He let out a long breath, conceding defeat.  It was as close as he was going to get.  "One of these days, Kayli, you are going to be the death of me.  Maker's breath."

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      "No…" The word came out as a whisper. The were no other words she could say, nothing else would come out of her mouth. She was still trying to stop the bleeding as she let out soft sobs. He wasn’t gone, her brother wasn’t gone, she could still save him… she had to. She wouldn’t let him die, she wouldn’t leave him the she left her parents.

      "Please Fergus, y-you can’t leave… you can’t leave my like mother and father did." More and more tears started to trail down her cheeks, there was no answer coming. He was gone, he was truly gone. Kayli just wanted it to be a bad dream, to wake up and see him alive. But it was no dream, it was the cruel reality, a reality he knew too well.

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"I’m still a man beneath all the pomp and reputation. Certainly the better looking of the pair of us at least." His smile broadened, locked into the days of good-natured gibes and brotherly camaraderie. It was fleeting, he knew. But he would savour every moment before he returned to his journey. 

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"Hah! Give it time and I'm sure you'll have some more scrapes to match."  Fergus rubbed the scar that cut across his jaw and through his beard pointedly, his smile fading slightly.

"How are things with the Wardens now?  Not getting into too much trouble, I hope?"

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After the Inquisition decided to turn down their business temporarily, Josephine travelled to Highever, home, to Fergus. Though, he was not there to greet here, she was welcomed with warm smiles and happy words. Her first night alone in the castle.

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[ferguscousland]

Fergus smiled, pressing kisses to Josephine’s cheek and then resting his forehead against hers.  The rhythm of his fingers sped up just enough while his thumb rolled in soft circles.

"Josephine," he said breathlessly, watching her face raptly.  "You already are."

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She did not know why the heck tears came up. She smiled. Hearing it from himself was like a prayer in the church. “I love you.”

Words she didn’t used without meaning them. Josie was so incredibly in love with this man. Never ever did she thought that she would be that submissive to someone, she would marry someday. Fergus was someone special. He was… different.

"T…ake me…" she murmured and her fingers digged into his skin, leaving red marks, while he was moving his fingers inside her. His thumb circling, gave her endless pleasure and Josie was ready to take it all. "Please…"

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Fergus gently kissed her eyelids, then the corners of her eyes.  "I love you, too."  To think that he thought he would never feel anything like it again mere months ago... it was still a joy to confess it.

He kissed her, long and deep, intending to steal her breath away for a moment while his fingers fluttered inside her.  "Later," he promised.  "Later.  Now, I am just finishing what you started, my lady."  He crooked his fingers again pointedly, smiling mischievously. 

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¸¸.•*¨*•✶ Without hesitation, Anders stepped closer and gripped the man’s upper arms as though they knew each other. Giving him a charming smile, he murmured under his breath: “I you could talk to those nice templars for just one minute…” And then he turned him around to the men that had been following him for a while now. They weren’t that close yet, but too close for Anders’ taste. “I’ll thank you later, promise”, he said, nodded while looking him straight in the eye, let go of him then  and ran.

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Fergus blinked, confused by the stranger's very familiar gesture, wondering what on earth he was talking about.  "Wait, where are you going...?"  

But it was too late.  Anders had already ran.

With a sigh, Fergus contemplated whether he should do as the strange man asked or not.  Before the Blight, Fergus might have simply told the Templars what occurred, feeling that it was his duty.  Now, however, after owing a great deal to magic, and seeing how the mages at Ostagar were penned in and rarely given the chance to fight, his views on magic were perhaps a bit more liberal than most.

So, he headed towards them, ready to greet them with a broad smile, the one he saved for political events.