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[fereldanpup-blog]

“Sorry about the blood trail. I might have gotten a bad gash.”

Alistair couldn’t believe his eyes. All that blood that he had been following had been hers all along. He was afraid of what might have happened had he not rushed to find the source. He ran up to her immediately and looked her over to see if he could spot it, knowing he had to act fast.

“Don’t you worry, we’ll get this taken care of, okay? Just hang on.”

[aemilia-draconis-blog]

Trouble in the Market | Tyyne

Aemilia could feel herself being followed, the magic sang in her blood, the aura reaching out to her like an old friend; constant for years and then suddenly hardly ever at all. They were in the middle of a market square, and whoever this other maleficar was would have to be really stupid or really powerful to dare to attack her here. She didn't recognize anyone in the crowd and it was doubtful anyone from the Imperium would come this far; the backwater southern cities were never the fancy of the other magisters. The other options were Tevene assassins; those that utilized Templar talents or blood magic to kill their targets, or the Crows if the Imperium wished to extend her a compliment. 

“We could just kill them?” Pride whispered in his twisted ethereal tone, “It would be so easy. Simple to crush them, just twist their minds and watch,” 

The Tevene shook her head, it was much to risky to expose herself even as a mage let alone a blood mage. They hadn't attacked her yet, and whether they would in the first place remained to be seen; being on the run had made her cautious to the point of paranoia. She pushed through the crowd hastily in an attempt to lose them, the perverse feeling in their blood slowly fading from her minds eye. In her haste running directly into another person, slamming herself flat onto the stone.

“Fasta Vass, could you watch where you’re going?” she muttered angrily, the fault her own though she would never care to admit it.

[sahlin-revas]

“Following you around is fun.”

“For you, maybe,” he told her, sighing as he moved to a different room in the house. His movements were almost with no purpose, the only purpose being him trying to lose her along the way so that he may have one moment of peace and quiet. He didn’t know just when it was that she started living there, as well, but it was definitely not with his consent. Not that he did anything about it now.

[sahlin-revas]

“Wait! You need shoes!” (too amused over this tbh)

“I’m already wearing them,” he said, looking down at his feet. Granted they weren’t like regular shoes, ones that most people wore, but it was obvious as to why she thought he needed some.

[thequn-demandscookies]

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#17 “You’re not allowed to die yet.”He uttered, Tyyne braced against his chest as he ran for a healer, the blade that had pierced her was intended for him, they had patched it up quickly to avoid unneeded time spent recovering, but he had not noticed the poison that had slowly started to infect her flesh until she had nearly fainted on the road. She had been a good travelling companion, and her selflessness demanded he save her. 

[aemilia-draconis-blog]

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107. “Your lips are soft.”The mage replied quietly after pulling back, the kiss was impulsive and stupid, but the elf had the same smirk and the same damn laugh as her. It made her feel like she was still a dumb teenager, that the both of them were still on top of the world, a world where that girl could still laugh and look her in the eye. She laughed bitterly before speaking again, “Fasta vass that was stupid of me, let’s just get this job done and we’ll both go our separate ways.”

[fereldanpup-blog]

“What have they done to you?”

Alistair felt the shackles pulling his arms back, yet he could not move against them until he was unchained. It attached him to the wall right behind him and that only made it worse, trying to endure in the small cell. 

Looking at Tyyne, he never felt more relieved to have been found. “They introduced me to their pets, funny how some dogs aren’t friendly as others,” he joked, attempting to chuckle but spitting and coughing out blood instead. 

Alistair’s expression fell immediately, and he didn’t know just how bad the damage was, but he wasn’t going to whine about it. She was here, and he was going to escape with her. At least he hoped greatly that that was the case. The dark cell was too menacing. A week, only a week, and it had gotten to him more than he would have liked. The chains were stained in his blood, his skin covered in dirt and sweat, constant torture and mistreatment -- it wasn’t his favorite time.

[fereldanpup-blog]

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“

Alistair was completely red-faced. He didn’t know what he could say to make this situation any better. Flustered, he rushed his way to get some clothing on his person before he did anything else, knowing that whether or not the woman looked, it wouldn’t have made any difference. The damage was done, he had made things awkward. Good luck speaking to her without making her uncomfortable, he thought.