Author's note: I do not own Dragon Age, nor its characters. This is a fanbased story and-blah, blah, blah. I really hate doing that. But, um. Anywho. This is my first fanfiction. I've always had a thing for fanfiction, and used to be obsessed. Erm. One word for it, I guess. I'm on my 8th or so time, playing Origins and I couldn't stand it. I needed to read/write some fanfiction. I have a love for the following characters: Nathaniel, Anders, Sebastian. I know, I know. It used o be Fenris. But then I spoiled DA2 with all this footage... and I'm a bit bored, now. As I am with most characters. But regardless, I enjoy them. Um. Enjoy?
Pairing: Anders x Amell (Human Noble)
Timeframe: From the very beginning in Origins, to Awakening, DA2 then afterwards (time skips)
Rating: Mm... Some mature content. In later chapters, perhaps.
Chapter 1
Grey Skies and Butterflies
Sloane walked through the halls of the tower aimlessly. Sometimes, she felt that her existence to be just as aimless as the direction of the Circle. Doomed to be scrutinized and judged by people who didn't know what it was like to have power. To be feared unnecessarily out of ignorance. Why couldn't they just understand that everyone has the potential to be dangerous? She scoffed, at the thought of someone having the mental capacity to understand her. Wasn't a man with sword and shield just as dangerous? Wasn't mankind itself pathetically corrupt, unable to resist temptation?
Her arrogance, did not flourish from being a mage. It grew from skill, and determination-as well as the intelligence she possessed. Leaning against the tower walls, she couldn't help but wonder, Why is it I'm here? It was better than home. A home... She stopped for a moment, mind on idle. Home? What was it? It wasn't like she hated the Tower with a passion. She actually didn't mind staying at the Tower. Much. The lack of freedom suffocated her. The glimpses of the sun she caught threw greyed windows only upset her. The ever-watching templars watching them through the cool slits in their helmets made her shiver.
She fiddled with the her robes absentmindedly, thinking of her past life in the tower. Of her friends, and... Cullen. Yes, Cullen. And Niall. She found her senior mage quite... appealing, as well as the templar guarded outside her rooms who blushed like a tomato at the slightest glance from her. She knew she wasn't one to talk, seeing as she blushed just as much-but she found it incredibly adorable when he would give her puppy eyes when she thought she wasn't looking. Sloane gave a shy smile, remembering the time she was lounging in the hall complaining to Jowan about how she was hungry. Soon after-coincidentally, of course-Cullen dropped by and snuck her a sandwich from the kitchens. Her few friends, and him were the things keeping her happy. There were pluses to the Tower, despite everything.
One of the things she enjoyed most about where she stayed as the education. To be able to learn of her gift, and the rules of it intrigued her. There were always new things to learn-to experiment with. One of her favorite activities was overlapping her spells, making new combinations and logging them in her journal. She always felt such overwhelming satisfaction when she discovered a new combination. Then she had realization, that she would probably never be able to use them. She sighed.
"Hush, now. Quiet yourself, lest we be heard." The voice was soon followed by a feminine giggle. What? What the hell? For a moment, she stood there, eyebrow arched and eyes flat staring into the wall in front of her.
"Yes, there! Oh, Anders!" Does he have to do this all the time? Sheesh. Sloane twitched in irritation, eyes closing and fingers pinching her brows in frustration. She swiveled around and stomped into the quarters she was outside of and slammed the door angrily. Why, in Andraste's name were they doing this now? Why at all! she thought, as she searched the room for the source of the sound. She stopped for a moment and glared at the closet incredulously. Her closet. Maybe it was time to test out a few new spells. Violent, lethal spells. Ridiculously dangerous, and ridiculously painful spells. Spells, where silence would become reality and no one could shout: "Yes, there! Oh, Anders!"
The mage stalked toward the closet angrily, "Get out, or I'll throw you out of the Tower from the top floor." Sloane hissed, hearing a low shudder and an airy sigh, before a man stepped out, dirty blond hair amiss and robes torn. She noted the scratches on his chest and arched an eyebrow. He shrugged helplessly and attempted to fix his robe. She was surprised at how much damage was done. "I sure as hell didn't do it." he chuckled.
He grinned when he saw her, eyes looking her up and down appreciatively. Sloane replied to his leering gaze, with a roll of her eyes. Playboys. "Why is it a closet? More importantly, why is it my closet?" she seethed. He laughed, surprising her. The laugh was rich-but soft, and oddly enough it was good natured. It was like caramel, thick and sweet. She decided she liked the sound.
"Can't you just go... I don't know. Into an archdemon's mouth and do your business there? You obviously don't care much for comfort."
He shrugged, "It got a bit heated, you know. I cast one fireball-figuratively speaking, of course-and she's all over me. But it seems like it was the closest place, with something to cover us." he explained, a languid smile growing, before he looked up at Sloane sheepishly, with a hint of superficial fear, "Speaking of cover, I should probably find some-Maker knows what you have under those robes to kill me with." He smirked, hazel eyes teasing.
That made her snap. Sloane walked over to him in three strides and kicked his arse out of the quarters. The woman in the closet, had decided that she should probably come out and winced when she saw Sloane.
"By Andraste's name, what are you?" she screamed as Sloane threw her out, mercilessly onto Anders. He groaned. "You weren't that heavy when I carried you to the closet!" Sloane rolled her eyes, before grinning and slammed the door in their faces. Weight spells. Taking a deep breath, she sat down against the door letting her head rest against the thick oak. She couldn't help but think of how her unease grew by the day, as she fingered the runes on the door. No magic in, no magic out. The idiots in the tower, didn't help either-they were the main causes of why they weren't allowed to practice magic in their rooms anymore. They made it worse. Shocking. "I can't live like this..." she murmured. At times like this, she wishes the tower had brownies. But alas, no brownies for Sloane. No brownies... But there is Cullen. He's just as sweet. She thought, touching her lips mischievously as a giggle escaped. I wonder if he's guarding the front doors tonight. No one is ever there, anyway...
She peeked behind the door, wincing as she discovered a small crack that had not been there earlier. She grinned. "Coast is clear." she smirked, stepping out.
"Not so fast." she looked to her left, in shock then laughed. She gazed up to find Anders, dressed properly and hair in a messy pony tail. No threat, here. To think she thought she might be in actual danger. She shook her head in laughter, "It's just you. The sex addict." Her anger had already dissipated at the thought of brownies. And Cullen. Or maybe Cullen baking her brownies in nothing but an apron. For a moment, she felt like the sex addict.
"I'll see you around, Ponytail." She caught a twitch of his mouth, whether in anger of amusement she did not know, as she turned towards the main hall.
"Wait, Sloane." she stopped, amber eyes curious, "How do you know my name?" He rolled his eyes. "I think that-both you and I-have noticed this tower needs a little re-populating." he smirked. Sloane just stared back at him. It wasn't funny. He winced slightly, "So, uh. I'm sorry-about your closet, I mean-I always figured things should have multiple purposes. So why not a closet?"
This man... is incredibly awkward. Sloane thought, giving him a dry look. She studied his face for a few moments. He was handsome, and a very talented mage despite his reputation. But when he smiled like this-so good natured-she couldn't help but want to be mean to him. He was like a puppy. The meaner part of her, wanted to break its spirit. The other part was just like it. She tried killing the part that was similar when she murmured, "Try-hard."
Perhaps she should of said something charming, maybe even given a flirty smile, but she was deeply unsettled. This... this similarity that they shared hurt, and Sloane's mild understanding of herself was wavering. But she had to admit, she was just as awkward as she waited alone in a tower for an imaginary prince to save her.
Yay for chapter 1? D;
