I have fallen head over heels in love with the DA universe.
Especially the Amell Mage playthrough ^^
So, I started this fic which will get rather dark in places with possible character death, suicide all topped off with yaoi so if thats not to your liking, click the back button.
Characters include
Caelum Amell (Warden Commander)xZevran, Male Mage HawkexFenris and Warden CarverxMerrill, including more who I have not added in the story yet.
My Warden also performed the dark ritual and the effects of that will have an impact on the story.
oOoOoOo
1.
He glanced round, stealing a look at the mage sitting with his head in his hands. Hands that were still shaking.
Sighing, the elf turned to grab his swords from their place beside the younger man's staff which, given the circumstances would be getting left behind, a huge two handed sword which weighed more than the man in question himself taking it's place.
"Are you finished preening yourself? No-one is going to see you, it is the middle of the night afterall."
"Do not remind me my Warden….there are so many more things we could be doing right now."
Stormy blue eyes bore right into his own honey coloured ones, challenging him to say anything else.
"Ugh, fine….have it your way love. We shall march out, just the two of us, in the middle of the night, in the snow and gale force winds and prance all that way to Denerim shall we?"
"It is not just the two of us, the younger brother will be accompanying us ofcourse."
"And there lies another burden being that his partner will be lumbering along beside us….slowing us down or worse, demanding that we carry her and her little burden of joy."
"I cannot just sit by and let this happen….I…." "It was just a dream my Warden. Fair enough you shoved me so hard I fell from the bed but a dream it was."
"I am a Grey Warden remember? I do not simply 'dream' about darkspawn and Broodmothers….I see and hear them….hell, the visions have become so vivid over the weeks I feel that I can reach out and touch them. I cannot let this be….I have to find out where this new brood is coming from….I cannot lose the last of my family."
The Antivan elf strapped his swords Starfang and Maric's Blade to his back before making his way over to the Warden and crouching down at the almost defeated looking man.
"So tired looking my love….but, it is a price I guess you have to pay."
The mage finally looked at the older male, his white blond hair still party tousled from previous activities was swept back from his face and loosely braided down his back. His tattooed face, although sporting a few more lines around the eyes than it had when the two had reunited not 6 months ago was still soft, tanned and well….perfect.
Pulling the two of them to their feet, the Warden hefted his sword Ageless onto his back like it was nothing, sighing softly as his magic poured from his body and into the blade, making it glow dangerously in the dark of their bedroom.
"As I once said, I shall accompany you to the gates of the Black City itself….come, let us go….it has been too long since I travelled to the marches….and too long since I…." "Do not bother….I WILL skin you alive this time should you try to take another man to your bed."
"Merely a joke to bring a smile to that handsome face." The elf laughed as he pushed himself into the taller mages arms.
His fingers carded through his Warden's unkempt hair as he softly pressed their lips together.
Still, for all his joking and upbeat comments, the ex-Assassin couldn't help or stop the chill of death that swept through his chest, especially after the dream that Caelum had been having for weeks on end.
