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Ransom with a perk / / Fereldensking

     Alistair sat upon a navy blue cushioned chair with gold lacing the dark wood, tired eyes half lidded as he cups his shadowed cheek, staring off in a bored daze.

       "'It'll be fun!' He says." Alistair mimics in a bitter tone, a few servants giving him an odd expression as they pass by with platters of rich delicacies.  "'It'll be a good experience for a future heir to the throne', my ass."  He lets out a sigh and leans back onto the chair in a not so regal fashion, irritation clear in his posture.

     Cailan was better suited for these type of gatherings, he at least enjoyed the attention, enjoyed the praise.  It just made Alistair uncomfortable, all these nobles wanted something from him, whether it be power of money (which he had neither of, in all honesty).  Unfortunately for Alistair, Cailan was out on sea with Anora, enjoying the finer things in life as he sipped wine while watching the sun set over the horizon.  

    Lucky bastard.

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((All the ship questions!))

{ wELL OKAY THEN }

♛: my “FOREVER” pairing

jowan/lily bless 

♔: my “sometimes” pairing (if i’m in the mood)

jowan/f!amell oops 

旦: my “friends-with-benefits” pairing

jowan/m!surana tho i’m not sure why?? i have this halfway formed m!surana muse thanks to people requesting drabbles 

☆: my “adele” pairing (“WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAALL”)

jOWAN/LILY 

☁: my “angst” pairing

jowan/ashe bye 

✖: my “hate sex” pairing

jowan/m!amell 

۞: my “working on it” pairing

probably jowan/alistair. sloooow build. 

ℨ: my favorite threesome

literally no one knew this but ashe/jowan/ian probably 

☄: my “crack” pairing

jowan/anora please 

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"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now." Alistair says, magister blood dripping from the blade of his sword.

For a split second, Fenris had thought that would be the end of him. He had thought he could take the group of magisters alone. There are only a few of them. He knew now that he had been very wrong to assume so. After taking a moment to mentally berate himself, the elf slowly got himself back up onto his feet. He grimaced as he did so, moving to gingerly touch a fresh battle wound on his side. Fresh, but not deep. An easy enough problem to deal with. 

As irritated with the situation as he was, he did owe the other man his life. Without him, Fenris knew his situation would be a lot worse by now. A slight nod was given to the ex-templar, “Thank you. I… could not have done this on my own.”

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".....Dad?" Alistair whispers, voice trembling.

Maric looked at the boy carefully, he was weary from his travels and out of all the people he thought he may encounter, his living son was not among them. "Well most people call me Maric." He huffed quietly, "It's been awhile, Alistair." A lifetime, really.

[apostature]

[squints at Morrigan] How do prevent your breasts from falling out of that truly ridiculous get up? [Not that he's been staring at her breasts the last hour, surreptitiously. Not Alistair.]

No longer surprised by these tactless inquiries, Morrigan only shook her head; perhaps she was raised far from any semblance of civilization, but she was a practical socialite compared to Alistair. "Why, blood magic, of course. Surely you don't think such a feat is possible through any means outside the downright unholy."