THE HERO OF FERELDEN

Independent Warden Cousland

[leashedfury]

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[ EYYYY ur still alive

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[leashedfury]

[ holy goddamn shit i got back in

thank FUCK i keep a written list of all of my tumblr rp blog email accounts L O L ]

[leashedfury]

[ my rules still list me as pandy and my age as 27

HM

anyway a) call me chrys now and b) i’m about to turn 30 if that tells you anything ]

[leashedfury]

[ holy goddamn shit i got back in

thank FUCK i keep a written list of all of my tumblr rp blog email accounts L O L ]

[shereshoy]

[valorcorrupt]

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

     Inara cannot help but sigh. 

“Xander, I understand that being full of rage is kind of your ‘thing’, but honestly if I can’t go around beating up folks at random, you shouldn’t be able to, either. You’re the bloody Warden-Commander because you had noble blood and they trusted you to behave better than your feral lady companion – why don’t you start acting like you’re better than me?”

[leashedfury]

“But who says you can’t either? You should join me. It’s great stress relief.”

“Besides, it wasn’t random. He called me a bastard. I’m not sure which definition he meant, but either way, he got what he deserved. Which is a punch in the teeth.”

my mom likes to tell me “you have to pick your battles” well im full of rage and im picking all of them

[we-are-rogue]

[valorcorrupt]

“An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.”

     “Okay. Or – hear me out, now – maybe an idea that isn’t dangerous could just help us all stay alive? You know, alive. Living in the present tense? The way that I like to stay?”

She’s been spending too much time around Alistair – even talks like him, now. Not that she minds; he’s funny. Certainly funnier than Xander, at least. 

     “All I’m saying is… let’s consider the option that doesn’t surely end in us all dead before we go rushing straight for martyrdom.”

[leashedfury]

“Out of curiosity, do you always adopt mannerisms from the men you fuck? Because frankly I thought I was speaking to Alistair for a moment there,” Xander said, tone slightly more scathing than intended. Maybe it’s because he’s on edge - they were still working their way through Howe’s estate, and it was by some great fortune they hadn’t been caught yet.

“And there’s a difference between martyrdom and revenge. And there’s nothing requiring you follow me; you can get Anora out of this place and I’ll kill Rendon on my own.”

[valorcorrupt]

“No man is rich enough to buy back his past.”

     “Are you rich enough to try?”

It’s a serious question, at least. She knew Xander’s father was a teryn, but she really had no concept of what that meant. To someone with no money, people with any money seemed rich, sometimes. She was interested in finding out just how much gold her Golden Boy had stuffed up his ass, at any rate. (From his attitude, it seemed to be a lot.) 

[leashedfury]

“If I could trade every last copper I own to fix everything that’s happened, believe me, I would.”

It’s a blunt answer and Xander doesn’t have the emotional energy to prolong the subject. If only it was that easy; he’d gladly go penniless if he could bring his family back and make everything okay again. But that was the wishful thinking of a boy refusing to face reality. He knew better, as much as he didn’t want to.

“Not like it matters. The Cousland family fortune can stay in Highever, with Fergus. I don’t need it.”

[valorcorrupt]

Inara/Xander #3

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic3. things you said too quietly

     “Right, well, that was fun.” Inara never quite knew what to say when they were done, gathering up what bits of her clothes weren’t ripped to inappropriate length and tying up her hair, breathing still shaky, sweat still glistening on her skin. 

     It used to be easy; he used to roll over when they were done, pretend to be asleep ‘til she slipped out the door. But he watched her now, watched her dress, watched her leave. Always lookin’ like he was about to speak, but always silent. 

     “You have a shirt I can borrow? Wouldn’t want to get the staff all up in a fuss.”

     “Whichever,” he answers, all short and gruff like he doesn’t know how very attractive he is in the half-light. He grumbles something next – she can’t quite make it out, but it might be, “Unless you want to stay.”

     She turns towards him, and he looks down. “Did you say something?” she asks, heart in her throat. 

     “I said whichever,” he clarifies, and rolls over. “Get your damn ears checked.”

     She sighs, and picks out a shirt. “I’ll have to do that,” she says, and makes her way out. 

[leashedfury]

[ wow there are actually photos of xander’s fc in his tag that i’ve never seen before ]

[hellishsuggestion]

I want to feel your claws down my spine, your teeth in my neck. Ruin me, gods just break me. I am yours.

[leashedfury]

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“I was wearing a severe case of resting bitch face.” AMAZING

[ I MEAN HONESTLY ]

[leashedfury]

[ okay this is the last one i promise im so sorry ]

Hi my name is Xander Cousland and I have short brown hair that reaches my chin and deep brown eyes like dried leaves in the fall and a lot of people tell me I look like the Herald of Andraste (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to I honestly don't know what to put here???? but I wish I was because they're a major fucking hottie. I have lightly tanned skin. I'm also a warrior, and I kill Darkspawn and piss a lot of people off on a regular basis in Ferelden where I am the Warden Commander (I'm 27). I'm a Grey Warden (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly armor that renders me impervious to physical attacks. I love anywhere that isn't Orlesian and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a Warden breastplate and pauldrons and a studded fauld over leg armor, my sword and shield and armored greaves. I was wearing a severe case of resting bitch face. I was walking outside of Vigil's Keep. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of nobles stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Xander Cousland!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Nathaniel Howe!

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destroy the idea that i will ever calm down

[leashedfury]

not romantic

     "Fuck,“ Inara groaned, wrapping a leg around Xander’s waist as he backed her up against the wall ungracefully, pulling at her skirt so roughly it very nearly tore.

     "Working on it, thanks,” was Xander’s grunt of an answer, fingers of one hand fumbling with the drawstring of his stupid, noble pants to free himself while the fingers of the other began to dig into Inara’s hip. 

     "Sooner’s better than later, I hear,“ Inara teased, practically yelping when Xander took her without so much as an inch (haha) of foreplay. 

     "You asked for it,” Xander laughed, hot and breathy against her throat as his hips ground against hers, reaching his other arm down to grip her other thigh, to encourage Inara to wrap her other leg around him and give him better control, better leverage. “Don’t complain now.”

     "You’re lucky I’ve been ready to go since dinner,“ she replied, voice low and dangerous as she put her head back, enjoying the feel of Xander’s lips, his teeth against her throat, her collarbone. "Payback would have been a bitch.”

     That thought only made Xander’s thrusts harder, imagining what she’d have done to him to pull her measures of revenge from his body. He did love it when she gave as good as she got, and he wasn’t anywhere near disappointing him tonight; she put her hands in his hair, tangled her fingers in it, pulled hard to make him growl. Then, one hand dropped to his neck, his shoulders, leaving scratches all the way down his vulnerable expanses of skin. 

     "Howe is going to be pissed,“ Xander told her. "We’re going to cause a scene.”

     "Shut up and fuck me so hard we knock this ugly wallpaper off the wall,“ Inara countered, pulling at Xander’s hair so hard it almost made him whine. "We’ll be doing Eamon a favor.”

     "Do you want to sneak into his office later?“ Xander breathed, only narrowly biting back a moan. 

     "Yeah,” she answered, back arching as best it could against that wall as the feeling inside of her began to swell to sweet, sweet ache. “I really, really do.”

     "Fantastic.“

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     "I can’t believe this is where you grew up,“ Inara marveled as Xander escorted her through Highever, so distracted by looking around at the walls and the banners and the colors that she would have run into several servants if not for Xander’s hand on her arm, steering her sternly out of the way. 

     "Stop gaping. It’s not even as big as the castle in Denerim,” Xander frowned. 

     "Of course it isn’t! Denerim is where the King and Queen live, you dip!“ Inara chided, smacking Xander’s hand off of her arm again and very nearly stumbling into yet another skittering servant girl. "But this is big! You’re really… Golden, Golden Boy.”

     "I didn’t bring you here so you could annoy all my brother’s subjects.“

     "Oh yeah,” Inara paused as both she and Xander caught sight of Fergus – up above them on the battlements, speaking quite sternly with Nathaniel Howe. “You don’t think he’s going to throw Howe off of there, do you?”

     "I didn’t,“ Xander snorted.

     "You had me to stop you,” Inara pointed out, and for a while the pair stood and watched the conversation above them somberly… until Fergus and Nathaniel noticed they were being watched, and moved off into the castle. “Guess he won’t,” she commented.

     "Or he’ll have a running start.“

     "Your brother’s kinda hot,” Inara said, and nearly yelped at the speed which Xander spun on her. 

     "What?“ Xander growled. 

     "What? I didn’t hear anything,” Inara stammered as she recoiled from him, and only peered back cautiously from behind defensively raised hands as Xander narrowed his eyes at her. 

     "I didn’t hear anything either,“ he said firmly. 

    "Yeah,” she agreed, and went back to following the youngest Cousland through the castle as if she hadn’t said anything at all.