Prompt on Da Tent Party...
Here's the setup. A Warden (M or F, don't care) is doing the whole Sloth demon Fade sequence in the Circle Tower. Finds Morrigan and Alistair having a lovely time together in one of those little reality pockets, but the question is this: who is real and who is a demon? Whose fantasy is this? How can it be ascertained for certain?
Getting it right is pretty important, or the Warden will have a happy demon following her back out the Fade and a dead companion waiting there.
Alim was supremely unimpressed with the calibre of the sloth demon. Even that mouse in his Harrowing had come closer to convincing him to allow himself to be possessed. This demon didn't even attempt to tempt him with something he'd like. Sex, or food, or even a new staff (his current staff simply did not match his new Archon robes) would have worked. A hot bath might have tempted him. Instead they tried to make him believe he was at Weisshaupt for the sake of the Maker. It was laughable.
And Niall was as apathetic and stupid as he'd always been in the Tower - the man had been harrowed for three years more than Alim and couldn't work out how to shapeshift? The mouse was right there. Truly, the calibre of Circle Mages was dropping faster every year.
Once he started finding his companions, however, he wondered if it was just him who'd been hard to fool. Maybe the demon had concentrated its efforts on everyone else rather than him…
The elf - Zevran - now that was interesting. He'd only joined them a week or two ago and Alim had been trying to think of a way to get him into bed without seeming like a complete idiot ("Oh, hello, Mister Crow, I know you tried to kill me a few weeks ago, but I think you're hot…" didn't really work in his opinion). Alim freed him, hoping to have his help to free the others, but he disappeared. It was the same with Wynne, and Leliana, and even his damned dog.
He was beginning to really worry about Alistair. The boy was a mess of different desires. The demon would have a field day with him.
The naked bodies entwined and writhing on the massive four poster bed were difficult to identify at first, until he heard the first moan.
Alistair?
Well… it only made sense, he supposed. Chantry virgin that he was, he'd be wanting to get a little… but the woman…
"Faster you fool!"
Morrigan?
His first instinct had been to rush forward and rescue his brother warden from what was obviously a desire demon. The boy professed way to much hate for the swamp witch for it to be totally unmotivated by lust, but then he remembered some of the things she had said to him and bit his lip in sudden uncertainty.
Could this be Morrigan's fantasy?
"Yes! Alistair! Yes! There!"
They were totally oblivious to his presence. He took the opportunity to lean against the doorframe of the bedroom, chewing his lip. His brother warden had a very nice backside, he decided. All hard curves and flat muscle. Very nice indeed.
"Morrigan.. Morrigan… I'm going to…"
"Don't you dare!"
"I can't… Oh holy Maker…"
"Curse you you idiot!" the black haired witch thumped on the former Templar's back. Not Morrigan's fantasy then, Alim thought to himself. He started forward to help his brother warden when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Let them go again, Kadan," Sten said, and Alim looked up into the qunari's face to see for the first time those full lips curved in a smile.