This is set after the end of Dragon Age Origins, played with a Dalish Elf Warrior, and where the went along with Morrigan's Ritual. It depicts a relationship between two characters, Morrigan and Leliana. The M rating has to do with eventual graphic violence and sex.
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This is also the first time I publish anything, so I look forward to see if anyone likes it. Thank you!
Chapter 1 - I was looking, and then I found you.
The witch walked away at a brisk pace. Who did she think she was, searching for her and she specifically said she didn't want to be followed. She reached her small camp and sat on a log, still fuming from her conversation with the young bard.
The Warden had agreed that she wouldn't follow the Witch, and that the child was hers to raise, so why couldn't the bard leave her well alone. She sighed and looked up at the night sky and wrapped her arms around herself.
"I will not leave you alone Morrigan." The soft voice came from somewhere across from the fire, in the shadows.
The witch growled. "You are not welcome bard. You never were. That did not change just because the Blight is over." The redheaded bard walked closer to the fire, still keeping her distance. "Nevertheless, I can't leave."
The witch looked at the bard's face and could see that she was resolved to stay. "Why not? Did the Warden send you? Are you still Lyna's little envoy?" she spat.
The bard sighed. "No, Lyna did not send me nor did the Chantry. I looked for you of my own accord." She sat her bow down by her feet as she sat, watching the Witch. She was still as beautiful as she had been all those months before, if not more. The dark-haired woman's body was toned and firm, and the obvious belly just made her even more beautiful.
Morrigan felt Leliana's look. She was used to people staring at her body, she knew they found her attractive, and she actually enjoyed the attention. But something about the bard made her feel self-conscious, and that was something the witch didn't know how to deal with. Her mother always taught her to be in control. Always think 5 steps ahead. The witch noticed that the bard's eyes were lingering on her belly, and by instinct she covered it with her hands. "You came because of the child?"
Leliana looked up, confused at the question. "No Morrigan, I came because of you." The witch laughed at her, a mirthless laugh, meant to hurt the bard. "You came here for me? And do tell, what do YOU, an Orlesian spy turned chantry sister, wants from ME, an apostate, a Witch of the Wilds? Do you want to take me to one of your Circles? Turn me in so I can be studied for my apostate ways? Or maybe it's the child you want to take?" She got up, holding her staff in a defensive posture. "I made a deal with Lyna, no Warden would die, I would keep the child. Why must you interfere girl?"
The bard got up slowly, leaving her weapons on the ground. "Do you remember that time, in the Brecillian Forest when everyone went out to deal with the werewolves and we and the dog stayed at camp? Do you remember what we talked about?"
The witch looked confused. "The Brecillian Forest? Yes, the mongrel wouldn't stop bringing you sticks and for some reason you kept throwing them."
The bard nodded, smiling. "Yes, Zaram wanted to play. And I told you about my life as a bard, with Marjolaine and in Ferelden, and you told me about your life with Flemeth." The witch was frowning, clearly not understanding what she meant. She took out her daggers and laid them down next to her bow before removing her arrow holder too. "You're my friend." She moved closer to the witch, slowly so as not to spook her. She knew just how powerful she was. "I couldn't let you be alone when you are with child." She could see the witch tensing up, so she backtracked. "I know you can take care of yourself Morrigan, but I also know when the baby comes, you will be busy taking care of it and you."
The witch relaxed her hold on the staff as she listened to the bard. "A pretty tale, girl. But I thought it was clear we were not friends. We were comrades, nothing more."
The bard stopped in front of the witch, a small smile on lips. "Suit yourself Witch." She leaned forward and gently kissed the dark haired woman. There was the possibility that the Witch would push her away, but deep down she knew she wouldn't.
Morrigan finally kissed Leliana back, letting a few tears fall down her cheeks. She never knew how much she missed her, she didn't let herself dwell on it. Leliana pulled back and rested her forehead against her friends. "You are not alone darling." She wrapped her arms around Morrigan as the witch cried against her shoulder. She planted light kisses on her shoulders, smiling to herself. This could've gone so wrong.
Morrigan was just pulling away when they heard some noises coming from the surrounding forest. All of a sudden, Morrigan pushed Leliana behind her as she readied a spell. They both looked on as a big wardog jumped into the clearing, a hare hanging from his open jaw.
Leliana laughed at the look on Morrigan's face as they saw the big dog drop the hare at her feet and wag his tail. Leliana put a hand at the small of Morrigan's back "I think he's happy to see you."
Morrigan laughed and awkwardly patted the big dog's head. "Is this a party then? May I expect the Warden next? Maybe that big rock, or the elf assassin?"
Leliana shook her head no. "This is it. Me and Zaram and you and the child." Zaram tentatively nuzzled the witches belly, as if saying hello to the child. Morrigan smiled at the dog. "I missed you too, you mongrel."
Leliana smiled as she got her weapons. The witch always got along well with the animal, although she pretended to despise him. She got the gear she had dropped just off the clearing, she knew how Morrigan could be. But the truth was that the worse part was over. The witch hadn't killed her on sight. She seemed genuinely happy to see the dog. Maybe there was still hope for them. Just maybe.