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wardenbrosca) wrote2018-02-16 10:02 pm
wardenbrosca) wrote2018-02-16 10:02 pm
AU: Inquisitor Alistair and Warden-Commander Brosca, sittin' in a tree...
Started here see the post for Alistair details.
While in Orzammar, instead of calling the Shaper a bunch of names and storming out of the Shaperate, she called the Shaper a bunch of names and then belligerently stayed there for weeks, researching Grey Wardens. She learned that for some reason, the Warden who slays an archdemon seems to always die. The Memories don't state that outright, but she does notice the pattern, and can add 2 plus 2 and get 4. So she knows that killing the Archdemon is going to involve some death.
Once Riordan shows up, she begins to think they have a shot at survival. She and Alistair decide against putting him on the throne, because they want to be together. Having to break up wouldn't be worth it. During the Landsmeet, Riordan suggests recruiting Loghain, and Zora sees it as a chance to have extra meat shields against the Archdemon. Stuff Loghain down an Archdemon's throat, make his stupid worthless life count for something, and save Brosca and Alistair to live and love another day. That was her plan- use Loghain as their fall guy, so she and Alistair can grow old together.
Alistair did not see it that way. He lost his shit, and since Brosca couldn't explain herself properly in front of the Landsmeet, everything fell apart. Brosca realized he was willing to leave her over his stupid pride, and was so hurt that she got caught up in the craziness of the moment. She knew that killing Loghain also probably meant that one of them would ultimately have to die- she wasn't willing to do that. She hoped Alistair would back down. He didn't. When Anora wanted Alistair executed, Zora freaked out and talked Anora down to exile to spare Alistair's life.
After that, Zora's brief flirtation with trying to actually have a happy ending was over. She was back to her single-minded purpose; the duty that cannot be forsworn. She had Loghain do the Dark Ritual, because if the Wardens were to be her life, they would need all their people alive. They survived the fight with the Archdemon, but she lived in regret forever at ruining Alistair's life. However, her regret was always dwarfed by her anger that Alistair abandoned her, abandoned the order, and didn't trust in her or love her enough to stand by her.
Fast forward ten years: Alistair is the Inquisitor and Brosca visited Skyhold with information about Corypheus and the Architect. She almost got eaten by the Nightmare demon in the Fade. Upon waking from her coma, she and Alistair reconcile, hug it out, and feel all their feelings.
This post is for miscellaneous threads set in that AU. Also, for random alternate scenarios OF the AU. Because sometimes you need to AU your AUs.
Also, there will be a thread list.
While in Orzammar, instead of calling the Shaper a bunch of names and storming out of the Shaperate, she called the Shaper a bunch of names and then belligerently stayed there for weeks, researching Grey Wardens. She learned that for some reason, the Warden who slays an archdemon seems to always die. The Memories don't state that outright, but she does notice the pattern, and can add 2 plus 2 and get 4. So she knows that killing the Archdemon is going to involve some death.
Once Riordan shows up, she begins to think they have a shot at survival. She and Alistair decide against putting him on the throne, because they want to be together. Having to break up wouldn't be worth it. During the Landsmeet, Riordan suggests recruiting Loghain, and Zora sees it as a chance to have extra meat shields against the Archdemon. Stuff Loghain down an Archdemon's throat, make his stupid worthless life count for something, and save Brosca and Alistair to live and love another day. That was her plan- use Loghain as their fall guy, so she and Alistair can grow old together.
Alistair did not see it that way. He lost his shit, and since Brosca couldn't explain herself properly in front of the Landsmeet, everything fell apart. Brosca realized he was willing to leave her over his stupid pride, and was so hurt that she got caught up in the craziness of the moment. She knew that killing Loghain also probably meant that one of them would ultimately have to die- she wasn't willing to do that. She hoped Alistair would back down. He didn't. When Anora wanted Alistair executed, Zora freaked out and talked Anora down to exile to spare Alistair's life.
After that, Zora's brief flirtation with trying to actually have a happy ending was over. She was back to her single-minded purpose; the duty that cannot be forsworn. She had Loghain do the Dark Ritual, because if the Wardens were to be her life, they would need all their people alive. They survived the fight with the Archdemon, but she lived in regret forever at ruining Alistair's life. However, her regret was always dwarfed by her anger that Alistair abandoned her, abandoned the order, and didn't trust in her or love her enough to stand by her.
Fast forward ten years: Alistair is the Inquisitor and Brosca visited Skyhold with information about Corypheus and the Architect. She almost got eaten by the Nightmare demon in the Fade. Upon waking from her coma, she and Alistair reconcile, hug it out, and feel all their feelings.
This post is for miscellaneous threads set in that AU. Also, for random alternate scenarios OF the AU. Because sometimes you need to AU your AUs.
Also, there will be a thread list.
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It was the sort of rhythm that would last as he kissed his way up, up from her breasts to her collarbone to her mouth. Those nails were setting his blood on fire again, and he murmured against her lips. "Damn it, Zora..."
But his resistance was melting by the moment.
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"Al," she gasped, lust undoing her higher thoughts, making her senseless to resist the intimacy and memories of the pet name. "Please, I need-"
You.
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One word, but it held so much meaning. Breath uneven, he started to move, thrusting against her now in long, thorough strokes, mouth affixed to hers needfully. No time to think or wonder. There was only time to move and want, give and take with the two of them so starved for touch--
He had always been mouthy in more ways than one, and now his traveled over all of her he could reach. Her neck, shoulder, collarbone. He sucked on the lobe of her ear, let his teeth graze her throat, hips moving all the while. And when she touched him with her nails, it drew out all sorts of moans and gasps and incomprehensible growls, thrusts changing from deep and slow to quick and hard and back again, following whatever his body demanded moment to moment.