Hey, thanks to the person who has already put this on alert. I have to admit to see that did put a little grin on my face. Well, here is chapter two, hope you like it.
I will warn you though that I haven't kept to the actual script in the game and have only used it as an inspiration and a basis. This is partly becasue I have leant my copy of DA to a friend at the moment and secondly because I think if you have read a few DA fanfics that are all quite similar they tend to get a bit same old same old sort of thing in my opinion. Sorry if I offend anyone in saying that, I don't mean to. It's just that I'd like mine to be different as the DA events are only an inspiration. That's what fanfiction is all about right?
I have also changed the title from The Perect Match to The Lonely Road, mainly because I don't want this story to sound like a mushy mushy girly romance because it's going to be much more than that. I hope. If I could have another category I'd also have hurt/comfort, which I'm still thinking about changing it to.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
And I still don't own DA, etc...
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Chapter Two
"Ah Denerim," said Zevran as they walked through the gates of the city. "Not a place I had intended on returning to for a while. But yet, here I am."
The first thing they noticed was the larger than normal amount of guards patrolling the streets.
"Perhaps it is because of the Blight," suggested Alistair clearly thinking along the same lines.
"No," said Zevran as he looked around. "They are too agitated. Something has only just happened for them to be like this.
"Excuse me," said Mirianne Cousland as she approached one of the guards. "Would you care to tell me why the guards are so full of activity today?"
"Don't ya know?" he said. "There's been a very skilled thief in the city lately movin' around like they own the place causing all sorts of trouble. Now the Arl wants them dead, gone for good."
"There seems to be a lot of activity just for one thief," remarked Morrigan.
"Well, that's 'cause the Arl is sick of it, especially after last night. They stole some stuff real precious to the Arl I hear. And," he added, "this time we spotted her in the act."
"Her?" said Alistair.
"Yeah, a female thief too, there's wanted posters up all over the city for her. Now, if you don't mind I gotta get back to work."
And with that the guard walked off.
"Come on," said Mirianne. "We need to find Brother Genitivi. It would be even better if we manage to find him before dark."
"And we need supplies too." Alistair added. "I know for one that we are getting rather low on bandages and also I know that Denerim has some really nice cheese."
Mirianne laughed and Alistair grinned at the response he received from Mirianne. Alistair was really starting to grow quite fond of his fellow Grey Warden.
The sun was just starting to creep further towards the horizon as they entered the market, meaning that they would only have a few hours before dusk fell.
Noticing this, Mirianne suggested, "Perhaps we should split up. Morrigan and Zevran you two go and get supplies and Alistair and I will find Brother Genitivi. Okay?"
"Very well," said Morrigan. "Then we shall meet back here." And with that the witch turned towards the market square.
"You do not wish to be with my company my dear?" asked Zevran a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"Oh no, Zevran, I... no I," began Mirianne not quite sure how to react. She understood Zevran's constant double meanings to his words.
"Relax my dear Warden, I was only playing." His grin broadened at her obvious discomfort and Zevran received a cold look from Alistair.
"Hey, elf," said Morrigan slightly agitated. "Are you coming?"
"Of course dear Morrigan, how could I ever keep a woman such as yourself waiting?" And with that Zevran turned and followed the witch but not before giving Alistair a friendly wink which only annoyed Alistair further as Zevran had known it would.
Alistair watched the departing pair before turning back to Mirianne. "Maker, that elf really annoys me sometimes," he said.
"Yes," started Mirianne. "He is quite bizarre."
"That's one way of putting it I suppose." He smiled now, the tension leaving. "I just don't like the way he looks at you like that because I know what he has on his mind."
"Don't worry about it Alistair," replied Mirianne casually. "I have no interest in Zevran at all in that regards. Anyway, he is constantly flirting with everyone in our group and not just me. It is a game for him. Come now, he even flirts with you on occasion."
Her amusement was clear in her deep brown eyes as she looked up at his face. He stood there for a moment absorbed in the look of her fair skin against her long wavy brown hair. She had it done now. She only did that when she knew she wouldn't have to fight in a moment's time. It looked good and it suited her. It was only when she looked away did he realise that he was staring at her. And then only when they began to walk did he realise that she too was staring at him. He wasn't quite sure why, but it gave him a warm feeling inside which was enough to make him grin like a fool. He only hoped that she did not notice.
They walked in silence for a short time before Alistair warily spoke. "Umm, Mirianne," he said cautiously.
"Yes Alistair?"
"Well, you remember me telling you about the fact that I have a sister?"
"Yes," Mirianne replied now slightly curious.
"Well, umm, she lives right over there," he said whilst pointing towards a small slightly run down house. "And I was wondering if we had time if we could possibly pay a quick visit."
"Of course Alistair," she enthusiastically replied. "That sounds like a great idea."
"Great. I'll lead the way then."
Mirianne smiled as they walked towards Goldanna's house.
The family reunion wasn't quite like anything she had expected and she could see the pain in Alistair's face that reflected her own thoughts.
"I'm sorry about that," she said whilst looking cautiously up at Alistair.
"It's okay," he replied rather sombrely. "I shouldn't have expected her to act any way different. I mean after all, I am he bastard son of the king and if it weren't for me our mother would still be alive."
"Don't say that Alistair, it wasn't you fault." She reached out her hand and rested it comfortingly against his upper arm.
Alistair looked up from the ground to see her fair face looking at his, her eyes filled with sadness and care for him.
He sighed, "Well, I guess I still don't really have any family."
"That's not true Alistair. You still have me right? I mean, well, we're both Grey Wardens right? So doesn't that kind of make us like family in a way?"
He continued to look into her now searching eyes; searching for what though he did not know.
"I guess it does, in a way," he replied a slight amount of joy now in his voice which in turn lit up Mirianne's face too.
There private moment however was soon interrupted though by their other two companions, Zevran and Morrigan.
"Hey, Wardens!" Morrigan shouted as they approached. Both Alistair and Mirianne looked towards the source of the sound as they were broken from their reverie containing only them.
"Finally a response," the witch said exasperated. "I said both your names at least twice already but you were too engrossed in each other."
Alistair could feel his face reddening and he could see Mirianne's was too from the corner of his eye.
"Did you find Genitivi?" Morrigan asked.
"No," replied Mirianne. "Not yet. We were sidetracked. We will find him now."
"Yes I could see you were sidetracked," said the witch snidely.
Zevran however had not yet said a word and merely stood there grinning pretending no to be too interested.
"Did you get the supplies?" asked Mirianne.
"Yes, and had a rather disturbing conversation with the assassin," replied Morrigan.
"Oh, come now my dear. Please don't tell me that my words did not interest or move you at all?"
"No, they most certainly did not. The only thing that your words had an effect on was my gag reflexes," said Morrigan clearly agitated.
"Aww, your cold words wound me," replied the assassin with a sad face to add to his words but his eyes still betrayed his amusement.
"Come now," said Alistair. "Let's just find Brother Genitivi now."
"Fine with me," said Morrigan as she crossed her arms in front of her.
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