Dragon Age Inquisition Short Stories

All Ends Well zevranxwarden

"Alistair--" but he puts a hand up, ending our conversation and cutting me off. He simply walks away to sit by the fire. I stomp my foot in a fit of rage and walk into the woods. I remember a small clearing next to a stream not too far from camp while scouting earlier. I trudge through the brambles of elfroot, snowberries, and native grasses to get there.

After a good fifteen minutes of walking I finally reach my destination. I sit by the small stream on a rock, crying and remembering my discussion with Alistair.

"You love him don't you?" He asked suddenly after pulling me away from camp. His face hard and sorrowful. "I don't know how I feel. My thoughts and feelings just... They don't make sense in my head and I..."

My eyes fill with tears as I can tell where this discussion is heading. "Rose, I did... do... love you, you do know that. We could have a life together. A future. What does he have that I don't?" He asks angrily more to himself than me.

I put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs it off. "It's not like that." I whisper. "I love you Alistair, and a small part of me always will, but--" I pause. He doesn't want to hear this. I can't tell him. "You love me, but...? But what?"
I cry silently. "Alistair--" I look up at him, "don't do this. Please don't do this to me." I plead. His face hurts me: self-loathing, anger, sadness, loss. "But what?" He demands. I look down, "don't make me choose. Because it will be him, it has always been him." I whisper. "Then I will choose for you." His face hardens and he starts to walk away. "Alistair--" but he is already long gone.
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And here I was. Alistair was gone. My mind in a mess. And I was crying on top of it all. The only other time I cried was after what happened in Highever... 'No,' I tell myself, 'you can't go there. You won't be able to get out.' I don't cry. I am strong. I am a Cousland.

But all of a sudden I hear leaves on the bushes rustling. So I crouch down behind a rock, expecting it to be either one of the Chasind folk or one of Loghain's men. I hear a crunch of the leaves on the grass, whoever it was, they were too close for comfort. I pull an arrow out of my bag and discreetly pull the string back preparing for a shot. I count: three...two... one. I stand and realize- it's Zevran. "Oh... Sorry." I sigh. I put my bow away, and sit back down on my rock.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He says in his thick, luscious, accent. "No worries, I just came here to think and didn't know I was followed." I rub my eyes in a scarce attempt to hide my momentary lapse of emotion. "Mi Amor, are you alright. Why are you crying?" He crouches down next to me, putting his hands over mine.

"Oh, Zev... Everything is so wrong. I mean Alistair won't talk to me anymore! And you won't either! I just don't know. My feelings are so unreadable! I've built the walls around myself so high. Ever since that day Duncan came to Highever..." I sob and collapse into his open arms. I hold onto him, desperately, as if holing on to the little sanity I had left. "Rose, it's going to be alright. I'm here." And we sat there for a while. Him simply holding me, and I clutching onto him tight, crying.

I regained my composure. Holding him at arms length so I could still touch him but rub my reddened eyes and sigh, letting a new wave of calm wash over me. "Thank you, Zevran. Sorry, I..." He cut me off almost as if he felt I had somehow questioned him.

"I love you, Rosalie. How I am going to prove it, I don't know how yet. But as a Crow, we were always taught to take our pleasures where we could get them. I never thought love was an option for me. Love was just some illusion that was in children's tales. Until I met you. The minute you spared my life, I knew you would be mine.

"But when I saw the other one in the picture, I knew if he was your choice I would respect it. Because happiness was what we were taught to treasure. And I would not deny you yours. And I kn--"

I melted in his arms, and kissed him. At first slow and passionate, but when he got over his shock he quickly recovered. Our kiss deepened, I brought my hands from his arms up to his neck pulling him closer, knotting my fingers in his hair. He ravished my side with his own hands. Tugging me ever closer along him.

He lightly bit my lip asking entrance and I happily obliged. Our tongues fighting for dominance, our bodies pressed so close together I almost wasn't able to breath. I then realized where this was heading if I didn't stop. But I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to have to tell him no, to tell myself no.

"My love, if you want to stop this, do so now because... I cannot think." He said in between kisses. "Then let's not stop." He nodded laying us down on the ground in the grass. I on the bottom and he on the top. He propped himself up on his elbows, leaning away. He asked very seriously, "are you sure? I can wait."

"But I can't Zevran." He smiled bringing his lips down on mine. "Well then this armor is in the way isn't it?" He asked slyly.

"I guess so." We both started to undo each other's many straps on our armory, I had much trouble taking off his boots, so he moved my hand to his neck and took his leather boots off for me. And soon we were both in nothing but our small clothes, and rolling around on a blanket he had in his pack he brought.

His hands were soft and gentle, but wreaked of lust and passion. He sucked on the small hallow under my ear whispering my name, causing me to moan in euphoric delight. I rolled us to where I was on top and leaned down to kiss up his neck and jawline and was rewarded with a groan of arousal and pleasure.

But our lips soon found each other and we once again rolled where I was on the bottom. His hands held him up leaving me to touch him in any way I deemed fit. I intertwined my legs with his. I pushed him over onto his back, both of us laughing and smiling devilishly.

He lavished my thighs with his calloused, beautiful hands. I gasped and moaned his name. Gripping the insides of my thighs, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist, he carried me up and stood. My legs were still wrapped around him.

I felt my back collide with the trunk of a nearby tree. He held me up by my rear, leaving me to ravish him. I knitted my fingers in his thick hair, grinding myself against him. I kissed him passionately. He grunted and I knew he could not last much longer. "Rose." Was all he said.

And I slid off his waist, him moving his hands up and down my thighs and stomach. I turned us around so he was against the tree. He grinned and not one to be out done, at the last second ducked grabbing my legs threw me over his shoulder. The both of us laughing.

He walked back over to the blanket and set me down. I instantly leaned back inviting him closer. He crawled over to me kissing up my muscled stomach to my breasts. He expertly unhooked the clasp at the back. Throwing the undergarment to the side.

He continued to work his way up, my moans becoming louder as he got higher. He cupped one breast in one hand and the other he used to keep from falling on top of me. I gripped the blanket in my hands, my knuckles turning white.

He finally worked his way up to my lips and by then I was done waiting. And he was too. He gripped my underwear, and looked to me for approval. I nodded. He smiled and pulled down my last ounce of security I had left. He gazed down at me and shook his head, as if dazed. "What is it?" I asked, genuinely concerned. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

"Beautiful." Was all he whispered back. I blushed profusely. Pulling him back down to me, we kissed fiercely. Tongues clashing, hands grasping. He spread my arms wide twining our fingers together.

I couldn't take it. My inner core was painfully yearning for him. And I was happy to conceive. I brought my hands to his smallclothes and yanked on them with a fierce frustration. He licked his lips, smiling in a dirty kind of way. He made his way to my ear, whispering naughty things to me.

I groaned, "quit... Distracting... me." And he let me pull them down. I bit my lip, nervousness and excitement, filled me.

"Are you ready, love?" He asked looking down at me. Longing and anxiety covering his features. I nod.

"Never have I been more ready." I smile.

"You asked for it." He grins.

And for a few hours we escape the world. Our fears of tomorrow put off for just a little while.