Lost Memories

Whats this? Aedan...kissing Morrigan... And it's not Duty And Honour? What madness is this! Actually, this is a companion piece I will be doing, along with Duty and Honour. Basically, it will be a series of short pieces, delving into Aedan's past and his relationship with characters before and during the events of Origins. Most of the pieces will hopefully add to his character and how people view him, but unfortunately, due to the nature of Duty and Honour, didn't quite fit in with the story, so they'll end up here. These will not be in order, as they are memories and we all know that memories are anything but linear.

Anyway, enough from me, enjoy!

The scent of Lake Calanhad filled the air as the companions travelled towards Kinloch Hold. With the help of the Dalish and the Dwarves secured, the Grey Wardens turned their attention to the Circle of Magi for aid. Shale and Sten led the party, the pair discussed the nature of honour, Alistair, Leliana, Zevran and Oghren trailing behind them while Morrigan and Beast stayed separate from the group. Aedan guarded the rear, carrying the group's provisions for the day.

Looking back, Zevran slowed his pace so he could talk to Morrigan. Beast stared at the Elf inquisitively, the Mabari unsure of the assassin. "Has anyone ever told you what marvellous eyes you possess, my dear?"

Groaning, Morrigan tried to ignore the Elf, instead trying to focus on the road ahead before finally answering. "Again with the flattery? Do you not tire from these pointless exercises?"

Immediately on the defensive, Zevran looked shocked at the accusation. "Oh, now I am hurt my dear Witch of the Wilds." Circling her, Zevran held his arms out, as if to be open with Morrigan. "In Antiva, women are accustomed to being showered with the praise they deserve. Men should throw themselves to the ground and worship you at your feet as you pass."

Leaning her head against her staff, Morrigan again tried to ignore the Elf, spoke softly now. "And they don't find that incredibly annoying?"

"They are goddesses receiving their subjects, just as you should be. Whatever would be annoying about that?"

Brushing past the assassin, the mage turned back, almost catching Aedan's eye. "I have no wish to be placed upon a pedestal."

"But you deserve no less! You should be admired by painters, copied by sculptors, exalted by poets! Surely you know that yours is a beauty so exotic it-it would turn the eye of the Maker Himself!"

Utterly surprised and speechless as Zevran strolled by Morrigan managed to splutter a "Well, I suppose I…." before Alistair and Leliana burst out laughing.

"By the Maker! Enough, you win!" It was all Alistair could do to wipe a tear from his eye as he laughed

Leliana steadied herself on the Templar as she giggled. "You are indeed a master, Zevran, you win the contest fair and square."

"Hpmh. Fine, I owe you a flagon you pointy eared bastard." Oghren emptied the mead sack, and reached for the small flask tied to his waist.

Bowing to the others, Zevran accepted their platitudes, turning to each in turn. "Ah thank you, Alistair, I believe you owe me five silvers as we agreed. You can pay me when you the time. Oghren, I expect the good stuff from you. And my dear Leliana, I told you I could do it."

Behind them, Morrigan gritted her teeth, her fists clenched, lightning arcing from her hands. "I….hate….you….all!"

Aedan shook his head, and walked towards to the Witch, tapping her on the shoulder. "Morrigan, may I have a word with you?"

"What is it Aed…" Before she could finish, Aedan had taken her head in his hands and kissed her, long and hard, and one by one, the companions fell silent, their mouths agape as they realised the kiss was real and passionate.

Satisfied, Aedan parted his lips and whispered in Morrigan's ear. "Zev was right about one thing, you are beautiful. So don't let them get to you."

"Come on. We can set up camp for the night before we make the last part of the journey to the Circle." As he passed Alistair, Aedan tapped his fellow Grey Warden on the back of the head. "Alistair, shut your mouth, you're going to catch flies."