Chapter 9
Camp
Lillianth's Journal
Once we made camp, I wanted to make sure Alistair's wound was healing properly. After all that exertion from fighting darkspawn and Loghain's men at Lothering, I was worried he ripped it open.
He was standing in front of his tent. I approached him, about to say his name when I saw he was half-naked, wearing a pair of loose cloth pants. His back was turned to me. I couldn't help but stare at his physique that glowed by the fire: the lean muscles, the curves of his shoulder blades, his left one had a long scar. The deep line of his back...and oh! I could've sworn I saw the crack of his arse when he bent over a bit.
Just staring at this man made me feel warm and feverish...lustful, desirous...oh! Creators' sake! Get a hold of yourself, Lillianth! I scolded myself. Don't even think those thoughts!
"Alistair?" I said, my voice squeaking a bit. Oh! Brilliant, Lillianth! Nice going! I cleared my throat and repeated his name in my normal voice.
He turned his head, holding a cloth in his hands, washing his face. "What do you need, Lillianth?"
"Um...well," I replied, uncomfortable, trying to avert my eyes from the young templar's body. "I want to see how your wound is healing."
"Of course."
Once he faced me, I was able to behold more of his features, graced by the Creators. His body was sculpted with muscle in the front as well as the back, probably from all that templar training: his broad chest was dusted with just the right amount of hair, his arms were strong, his flat abdomen well chiseled with a thin golden trail of hair leading from his chest to the brim of his pants...
Oh! There I go again! Gazing lustfully at my fellow Grey Warden! Stop that right now, Lillianth! I kept scolding myself.
I didn't want him catching me sneaking peeks at him, let alone my burning cheeks. I gently removed the bandage to look at it, my fingertips brushing gently against his hard, smooth flesh: it was crusted with dried blood, some yellow pus and the flesh around it was purple. Still, the thread held pretty well.
"It's a little infected, but it doesn't look too bad," I said. "Does it feel sore?"
"Mm-hmm," he said.
Reaching into my pack, I handed him some healing balm. "Just put this on every day. It should clear up the infection a little. Don't scratch it and keep changing the bandage."
"Certainly, nurse," he joked. He looked at the stitching for a moment. "You did a fine job stitching me up, Lillianth. Do you think it will hold?"
"Elven thread is very strong," I said. "Just try not to overexert yourself."
"Yes, milady," he replied, smiling.
I blushed a little, still embarrassed that I was standing here in front of my half-naked fellow Grey Warden. We exchanged some glances...uncomfortable and yet...
"I'll see you at the campfire," I said, gesturing to the campfire, which he responded with a nod.
Creators' breath! I can't believe myself! I gazed lustfully at Alistair! Not to mention the whole time I was with him, I had such thoughts about him! Well, who could help it when he's standing there with no shirt on?! I sat with Leliana and Morrigan by the campfire.
"What were you two doing over there?" asked Morrigan, stirring a cast-iron pot full of stew.
"Nothing," I said. "Just examining Alistair's wound. I wanted to make sure it was healing properly."
"Well, well! Do I detect a little red in those cheeks, little Miss Grey Warden?" said Morrigan, slyly. "You seemed to be having an intimate moment there with the templar boy." Then in a mocking voice, "'Oh, Alistair, let me see your battle wound. It makes me swoon to know you're such a brave warrior.'"
"No, we weren't!" I said, rolling my eyes. "I was concerned about him since he got hurt."
"Yes," Leliana defended. "She was right to be worried. After all, they look out for each other since they are Grey Wardens."
"Oh, I see," Morrigan teased. "Just how concerned were you when you were staring at those rippling muscles, hmm?"
"I most certainly wasn't looking at...his...muscles!" I cried; my ears and cheeks burning with shame.
"Right." Morrigan said, doubtful still smirking.
I was so relieved that Alistair was not here to hear any of this conversation. I stared over at him, his back still turned and he pulled his shirt over his head. I wasn't sure why I was feeling this way...sure, I had lustful feelings for men, but for a human? Never had this crossed my mind!
"I will say," Leliana said, glancing over at him. "Alistair certainly is handsome, isn't he? Athletic, no?"
"I..." I began, stammering. "Well, yes, he is...but...we're just..."
"Friends? I know. Well, it's alright to have lustful thoughts once in a while, Lillianth. He's a handsome man and you're a woman. It's only natural." She paused for a moment to eat her stew. "So have you and Alistair...you know?"
She raised her eyebrows as if to imply something. Her blue eyes twinkling wickedly. I picked up on it right away. Such a blatant question! Yet, at least Leliana was polite about it.
"No. Never!" I said. "I mean...there were a few moments, but they were awkward or near death situations...but that's it."
"Have you done anything else?" asked Leliana, curiously. "You know...with others?"
"I-" I began, embarrassed.
"It's alright. We're all women here," she said. "We should be able to share our secrets without judgment, no?"
True. Plus, Leliana was really sweet. I liked her as we talked along the way to our camp. She told me about her former life about being a traveling minstrel from Orlais, singing songs and telling tales. Though I never played with girls, she seemed like she would be a good friend to have some girl talk. Blushing, I confessed about my experimenting with a boy in my clan.
"Ooh!" Leliana giggled. "Well, at least you have some knowledge of what men like in bed."
"And how about you, Leliana?" I asked. "You certainly don't seem to belong in the cloister."
Leliana blushed a little as well. "Well...I wasn't born in the Chantry, Lillianth. Let's just say I have a...colorful past..."
"Come on, spill! You brought it up first."
"Well, let's just say I've had my fair share of men...and women..." she confessed.
"Well, I guess it's true what they say about bards: all those performances are bound to bring in admirers from all over."
Leliana giggled. "Yes, you could say that. How about you, Morrigan?"
"My dirty secrets are my own," she replied, smoothly. "Thank you very much."
"What are you all squealing about?" Alistair asked as he joined the campfire.
"Nothing," Leliana and I said, blushing.
"Well, by the sounds of it, I could've sworn you girls were playing a game of 'share-your-dirty-secret'. What's next, the three of you having pillow fights in your undergarments?" He mused.
"I certainly wouldn't entertain the idea, Alistair," said Morrigan, rolling her eyes.
"Yea, you're right," Alistair said sarcastically. "I'd probably have to gouge my eyes out to see you in your undergarments, Morrigan. Or better yet, cast a Blinding Hex."
"Don't tempt me," Morrigan replied, smoothly.
After eating, I felt a little tired and decided to get some sleep. Drifting off into my dreams, I saw it again! The black dragon! Then, I looked down in the gorge and I saw...blue eyes of Tamlen, screaming, calling my name: he was in pain, his face full of betrayal and tears streaming down.
"LILLIANTH, WHY?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" he sobbed in Elven.
I reached out to Tamlen, but I couldn't get his hand! It was so far away! If I just stretched a little more...no...it was impossible...
"IR ABELAS, TAMLEN!" I shouted to him as we drifted farther away. I sat up, still screaming and my whole body covered in sweat.
"Bad dreams, huh?" asked the soft gentle voice of Alistair.
"I'm fine!" I snapped, irritated.
"Alright then," he said, offended. "You were screaming in your sleep and not in a good, this-is-private way. It takes a bit, but...anyhow when I heard you thrashing around, I thought I should tell you. It was scary at first for me too."
Now I felt terrible. I acted like a bitch. Nothing made sense to me ever since my Joining. Yet here was someone who understood how I felt, only for me to throw it in his face.
"Thank you, Alistair," I replied, feeling remorseful. "I appreciate it."
"That's what I'm here for," he quipped. "To deliver unpleasant news and witty one-liners. I screamed like little girl when it happened to me. Duncan said he thought I had someone in my room. Not embarrassing at all." He chuckled lightly.
"Don't you want to get some sleep?"
"Nah. I can't."
I got up to sit by the campfire, warming my hands by the flickering flames. "Mind if I sit?"
"As long as you don't bite my head off," he said, lightly joking.
"Will these nightmares always be happening?" I asked.
"I'm afraid so, Lillianth," he said. "You see, part of being a Grey Warden is we're able hear the darkspawn. The archdemon...it 'talks' to the horde, and we feel it just as they do. That's why we know this is really a Blight."
"Is the archdemon...a dragon?" I recalled Hahren telling the stories of Blights: how the darkspawn dig and search endlessly underground for the Old Gods to awaken and taint them. I must've missed the part about how what it looked like.
"I don't know if it's really a dragon, but it sure looks like one. But, yes, Lillianth. That's the archdemon."
I hugged my knees, staring at the fire and then at Alistair. Seeing that image of Tamlen in my dream was disturbing and brought back all the guilt I thought I had buried away. I wanted to tell him about my dream, but it was too painful. I felt tears coming, shaking...I felt I couldn't breathe. I was overwhelmed by all these feelings of anger, remorse...I wanted to throw up.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, his eyes soft and worry lines formed on his smooth forehead.
Sniffling, I tried to hide my weepy face. I hated crying. It made me feel like that pathetic teased little girl who hid in the forest. I felt the smooth, wet trail as they streamed down my cheeks. I didn't want Alistair to see this weak side of mine. I wanted him to see the brave Grey Warden who was not afraid of anything.
"I heard you shouting a name in your sleep," he said. "Tamlen. Was this your friend who disappeared?" He paused. "Do you want to talk about your friend?"
Honestly, I didn't. But I couldn't keep these feelings inside anymore. My head was going to explode. Tears were forcing their way out and my will failed to keep them back. Overwhelmed with all these feelings I had walled up inside, it all came pouring out of me like an overflowing dam.
"I left him there!" I said, my voice rising with a mixture of rage, guilt and sorrow, sobbing. My throat felt dry. "I shouldn't have given up on him. I should've told him to go home and pulled him away from the mirror. If I had, we wouldn't have been tainted and he wouldn't have disappeared. But, I didn't. I did nothing! I could've saved his arse, but I was stupid!"
"It wasn't your fault, Lillianth," he said, sympathetic. "There was no way you could've know what would happen."
"Everyone says that, but somehow I feel it's true." I remembered Hahren's angry scolding for my disobedience. Keeper Marethari's disappointed face when I told her I had failed.
"I understand."
I could've sworn I saw tears in his eyes, yet I was misty-eyed myself that I couldn't tell. He was still mourning Duncan's death.
I was embarrassed that I was bawling like a baby in front of my fellow Grey Warden. As a child, I cried so much after the teasing. Soon, tears turned to rage and fighting, I felt it disappear with each hard blow I delivered. After getting into all these fights, Hahren, his eyes were twin blue flames filled with anger and disappointment, scolding me. He said it was fine to be angry, but never use violence to justify it. Maybe that's why I always wandered away from the camp. I felt I could let out my true feelings without anyone seeing or hurting anyone. Sometimes, I would run as far away as I could to the center of the forest where no one could hear me and purge my rage with a loud scream until it was drained from my body. I always felt better afterwards.
"I'm sorry if I was such a bitch, Alistair," I said.
"No harm done, Lillianth," he said. "Just a little wound to my feelings, but I'll get over it."
Though Alistair was human, I appreciated that I had a friend and comrade like him. I wanted to give Alistair something to show my gratefulness. But I had nothing to give him. My hand felt my pouch and I felt the shard that I had made into a charm.
"I made this for you..." I said, shyly. "I guess to say thanks...for being a good friend, Alistair...and to say I'm sorry for being rude earlier..." I couldn't look into those eyes of his without blushing.
"Thank you, Lillianth," he said, touching it with his fingers.
"This is the symbol of Mythal, one of the Elven Creators," I told him. "She is the mother goddess and the protector. The Dalish call out to her whenever they go into battle." I was a little worried that I would offend him. "I...I know you and I have different beliefs, but I thought I might give it to you anyway. It's stupid, I know..."
"No. It's not stupid at all. It's lovely." Alistair smiled gently. "I'll keep it on me should I ever trip on a trap again," he joked.
We laughed, our tears drying up. I felt we should talk about something else other than all the gloom and doom that was happened around us.
"So, how did you become a Grey Warden, Alistair?" I asked. "I know you were raised in the Chantry to become a templar."
"Same as you, Lillianth. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"Oh, har har! Very funny!" I said sarcastically.
"I do my best, Lillianth," he chuckled with a shrug. "Well, Duncan was forced to conscript me. He figured my skills would be better off fighting darkspawn than hunting mages. The grand cleric wouldn't let me go. I thought she was going to have us both arrested."
"Why didn't she?"
"That's a good question. I guess she didn't want to give anything the Grey Wardens. The Chantry didn't lose too much." He shrugged.
"But why stay a templar if you hated it there?"
"Well, have you seen the uniform, Lillianth?" he quipped, beaming. "It's not only stylish, but quite comfortable. I'm a sucker for good tailoring!"
"I thought templars only wore heavy plate," I said, recalling seeing a few in Lothering.
"Well, that's just in public. In private, we have these yellow and purple tunics. Plus, you don't break the beds when you have pillow fights."
"Ooh! How fun!" I could just imagine a young Alistair doing something like that, feathers flying all over the place and the boys yelling rowdily, the sisters yelling at them to stop making noise and get to bed. "I take it you had a lot of these pillow fights."
"On confession, we could go all night!" he chuckling lightly.
"Do you still have that tunic? I might like to see you in it."
He smiled. "Maybe I'll show it to you someday. I keep it under my pillow and hug it sometimes, just to remember the good old days." He reminisced, jokingly. He became serious, "You know that being a templar isn't about chasing men in skirts or hiding behind priests. Do you really want to hear about my being a templar? It's quite boring."
"Well, make up something exciting, then, Alistair!" I encouraged. "I want to hear more about these pillow fights."
"I like the way you think, Lillianth. Well, I suppose there's no harm in telling you anyway." Then he leaned towards me and whispered in a low voice, his hazel eyes twinkling seductively. "I happen to have a couple of interesting looking moles if you want to see."
Was Ser Templar flirting with me? I blushed to think where these moles could be...
"Anyway, truth be told," he began. "I hated going to the monastery. The initiates from poor families accused me of putting on airs while the noble ones called me a bastard and ignored me. I always felt Arl Eamon had cast me off, unwanted and I was determined to be bitter." I could hear the resentment in his voice. "Though, I did take some solace in the training. I was actually quite good."
"What did you like about it?"
"The education, mostly. But also the discipline. One must have a disciplined mind. The sword training and the religious doctrine came later. How about you, Lillianth? What was it like to be a rogue?"
"Well, the physical training is VERY tough and extensive. But, there's more attention to details. It's all about thinking and acting quickly, using stealth and precision. Dispatching or disarming an enemy, finding and exploiting a weakness in either armor or mind."
"Weaknesses?" He looked a little uncomfortable. "In the mind?"
"Persuasion. Bluffing. Intimidation. Words can be just as powerful as a weapon. If you want to get something out of an enemy, use your words first. If not, then actions. And I don't mean stabbing them. There's other ways."
"Like what?"
"Seduction: flirting, a glimpse of flesh...even touching..." I shrugged a bit.
"Well, I guess I'll have to watch it when you bat those pretty green eyes of yours next time," Alistair joked.
"Oh, please! I bet you wouldn't be able to resist." I rolled my eyes.
"Try me!" he dared, cocking an eyebrow.
"Right now?"
"Yes, Miss Rogue. You said I wouldn't be able to resist you."
I thought of ways I could seduce Alistair. It was a bit weird to do this. I barely knew him and here he was, challenging me. I tried to think of all the clever words and actions I could use, but I failed.
"What's the matter?" he teased. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Hey! It's hard to think of something when you're put on the spot!" I said.
"Well, fair enough!" he shrugged. "Back to rogues: there are thieves and assassins, right?"
"Well, yes." Looking at Alistair's belt, I moved in closer and stole his money purse while we talked. "Rogues are not just that. There are helpful ones as well that gather information about enemies like scouts and spies. We're good to have when it comes to disarming traps so our fellow companions make safe passage."
Alistair touched his rib for a moment. "Yes. I'll have to remember that. So...have you ever stolen...anything?"
"Well, I did just now when we were talking." I watched as Alistair patted his belt and found his money purse missing. I swung it in front of me, the coins jingling inside.
"Hey! You sneaky...little..." his face scrunched up, frown lines formed on his forehead. "Give it back!" he demanded.
I waved it in front of him and yanked it away playfully as he tried to grab for it. "You templars sure are slow..." I teased. "All brawn, no quickness or brains. You just blunder in with your swords and shields, bashing and stabbing everything that get in your way."
"Oh, really?!" he cocked an eyebrow. "Are you challenging me?"
"Well, you can't even get your own money purse back! So slow, Ser Templar!"
"You'd be very surprised at how quick we are, Lillianth."
"Well, if you catch me, you can have it back." I took off in a run, hearing him shout "GIVE IT BACK!" like a child who's toy was stolen away.
He chased me around the camp. Damn! He sure was fast with all that splint mail on. I guess I underestimated him, but I was faster. Soon, he leaped on me and pinned me down. I fought back with every ounce of resistance, but he had me down good. I could barely move. Bastard! He flipped me over and stared at me. He was covered in sweat and panting.
"In the name of Andraste, I demand you hand over my stolen goods, thief!" he said, angry and out of breath.
Well, I was trapped, I had to admit it. But I thought about his challenge earlier that he made. That's right. Charm him, Lillianth. Charm the pants off of him. Bat those pretty green eyes and he'll melt like snow in springtime.
"What are you going to do, Ser Templar? Drive a sword through my heart?" I challenged.
"Don't...tempt me," he said, his voice shaking.
"Pity. You'd ruin my girls."
"Girls?" he said, confused. "What are you talking about?"
Really?! He didn't know?! "My breasts. What do you think I was talking about?"
"Huh?" he stared dumbly and glanced down...then blushed again. "Erm...yes, they are...lovely...and I'd hate to ruin such..." he stammered. Clearing his throat, he became firm. "But, you wouldn't fool a full templar with that act."
"Really?" I sneered. "Are you certain about that? I'm pretty sure I could. It'd be easy. All I have to do is just reach underneath that tunic skirt and touch..."
He stammered for a moment, trying to find words...I guess he lost his train of thought, probably thinking dirty thoughts I put there. Men! So easy! Shaking his head, he continued, trying to put on that hardened templar side of him.
"Well, give me back my money purse, you thief!"
"At this point, I would've thrown dust in your eyes and I'd be long gone by now."
"Well, why didn't you?" he asked, inquisitive.
Oh shit! I lost my words...my seduction skills were excellent, yet being underneath this sweaty, panting young templar, who had me pinned down distracted me. Those hazel eyes. Those strong hands that pinned me. I sucked in my lips, trying to think of something to charm him. My throat was tightening and my mouth was dry.
"Handsome man like you," I flirted. "I would've given it back...plus I'd hate to ruin such lovely eyes."
He raised his eyebrows with a smile. "Oh?" he said, his interest piqued. "Is this your way telling me you think I'm handsome, Lillianth?"
"My lips are sealed, Ser Templar."
"Oh, I get it," he said in a low voice, smirking. "I'll get it out of you, yet."
That voice that made him so...irresistible. So alluring. I started picturing him, shirtless and whispering like that in my ear. Maybe I should tease him a bit, whisper dirty things in his ear, maybe nibble on it...damn it! Lillianth! STOP THAT! Got to stay focused! I felt myself biting my lip, my face flushed hot.
"So...is this the part where I get to say the same to you?"
Shit, shit, SHIT! Damn you, Alistair! Had to think of something. Just keep charming Ser Templar until he lets you go. I could feel his hands that pinned me down starting to slowly release. It was working.
"Maybe," I replied, coyly. "Not if you don't think so."
"Oh, yes, Lillianth. I'll just spring it on you when it's a surprise." He chuckled lightly.
I lost my words again! Damn Ser Templar! Why did the Creators' make you so sodding handsome? We were silent for a moment, staring at each other, both of us with weakened defenses. I decided to make the first move and push him off.
"HA!" I said. "I knew you couldn't resist me!"
"Wait!" he said, in petulant anger and shock. "You were bluffing?!"
"What did you think I was doing?" I rolled my eyes. "You challenged me first, Alistair. You said you could resist me and my charms."
"I-how DARE you!" he spat, continuing to sputtering, finding words to call me.
"Well, fair's fair. You caught me. You can have your purse back." I tossed it to him. "And by the way, I was telling the truth earlier."
"About what?"
"Oh, you can ponder over that and decide yourself."
Shit! I had to get away from Ser Templar! Far away! I hid in my tent, trying to calm myself down. My heart was fluttering wildly. I wanted to get what little sleep I had. I began to have wet dreams about Alistair, his low voice whispering in my ear...playfully teasing me with light nibbles, his hot breath...
Shit!
Excerpt from Alistair's Journal
Getting out of that armor was the best thing once we made camp. I changed into something more comfortable and I washed my face, getting the blood and sweat off.
Lillianth approached me, who was averting her eyes for some reason. She wanted to see how my wound was healing up. She bent a little to the height of my wound, examining it. While she was looking at my wound, my eyes just glanced just down the front of her armor. I stared at the hollows of her neck adorned with a silver medallion and eventually wandering to graceful mounds of her breasts.
Maker's Breath! I felt like a lad back at the Chantry trying to sneak peaks under the young lay sisters' robes to get a look at their legs. I averted my eyes, ashamed of myself. I hoped she hadn't seen me.
We exchanged glances for a fleeting moment, silent and uncomfortable, yet there was that...warmth. Like that moment at the Tower of Ishal. She gestured to the campfire, looking a bit uneasy.
Later that night, the others went off to their tents. I couldn't sleep. Damn nightmares about the archdemon kept me up! I figured I'd keep watch at the camp, donning my armor. Suddenly, Lillianth began thrashing about, screaming.
"TAMLEN!" she shouted, reaching out to the air. She was speaking in Elven, though I didn't understand her. That's when she sat up, eyes wide with terror, still screaming.
I know how she felt: it was scary for me when I experienced my first nightmare. She snapped angrily at me for bothering her. Well, excuse me for trying to be understanding! I wanted to say, but I couldn't be rude to a woman. I told her that all Grey Wardens go through this, it was how we sensed the darkspawn. She got up and sat next to me by the fire, warming her hands.
She hugged her knees, staring at the campfire. Resting her head on her knees, she began to shake and her face looked strained, like she was using every ounce of her will to hold back her tears, yet failing. Glistening droplets flowed from those beautiful eyes, reminding me of wet rose leaves. I guess her nightmare was much more disturbing than I thought. She was so kind when we talked about Duncan. Maybe she'd want to talk a little about her friend.
She began to sob, her face red: she left her friend, Tamlen to his fate, wishing she hadn't and done something to save him. I felt the same way with Duncan. I could've been on the battlefield with him! I could still see Duncan's death over and over, sickened by Loghain's betrayal and abandonment. I felt my own tears coming as well, which I held back. I hoped she didn't see them, knowing I had to be a man and yet, the strong understanding friend she needed.
Apologizing for her rudeness, she handed me a small trinket: a leather cord adorned with two green beads. I recognized the metal shard; it was stained with some blood. Shyly, she told me she made it as a way to show her appreciation. She told me it was the symbol of Mythal, the Elven goddess of protection. She swallowed, lowered her head, flushing and wrung her hands. I guess she felt afraid that she would offend me.
"It's stupid, I know..." she said.
Though I believe in the Maker, I felt I should respect the beliefs of others as well. I must admit, it was a nice gesture and it was certainly beautiful. (I tied her trinket to the hilt of my sword.)
We dried our tears, laughing as we talked by the campfire. We talked about our skills we studied: her rogue training sounded tough since she had to study precision and stealth, persuasion, intimidation and seduction. I guess I'd better watch it when she bats those eye of hers.
"Oh please!" she rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't be able to resist!"
I had to see this! Just how good was she? When I challenged her, she blanched, surprised. I guess I shouldn't have put her on the spot. But, oh well! We continued to talk, leaning it like two children sharing secrets with each other. Just then, she dangled my money purse right in my face! The nerve! I tried to get it back from her, but she yanked it away, laughing that silvery laugh.
"You templars are slow..." she mocked, her emeralds twinkling impishly.
Oh, she wanted a challenge? Very well then! She bet that I wasn't as fast as she, saying I could have my money back if I caught her. Sounded good to me...until she took off running, quick like the wind. She was fast! I sprinted after her; I was ever grateful for all that tough templar training. The instructors screaming at us to run faster, do more push ups...more until the sweat would drench my clothes, until I was shaking so hard from the pain in my muscles. Until I wanted to dry heave.
"Pain is weakness leaving the body!" shouted the instructor; his voice rang in my ears.
I leaped on her, taking her down. She was a fiery one, fighting back...and she didn't give up easily. Once I pinned her down, she stared at me with angry, defiant eyes, sweat glistened on her flesh from the fire. Her hair spread on the grass. Her lips tightened. The thorns on her facial tattoo became sharp. Her ears were adorned with several silver rings, decorated with beads. Oh...she looked...beautiful...no! I had to be a templar and lay down the law with this thief! She challenged me...until she said something about her breasts. I just caught a glimpse of them, heaving and drenched in sweat. I would hate to ruin such perfect breasts by driving my sword into her heart...if I was a full templar...that is. Stop it, Alistair! Stop gawking at this woman! You need to be the hardened templar that you are!
Lillianth boasted that she could take down a full templar: all she had to do was reach under the tunic...oh! How she put such thoughts in my mind! To be touched by a woman, I could only imagine! I felt myself, flushing...I guess I wouldn't have been a good templar if I ever encountered Lillianth. I was a weak man. Just one touch from her hand under my tunic and I'd fall apart...NO! Stop thinking those thoughts, Alistair! Focus!
Though I demanded my money purse back, she stated that she would've thrown dust in my eyes and would've disappeared by now. When I inquired, she just shrugged with a coquettish glint in her eye and a smirk.
"Handsome man like you, I would've given it back...plus I'd hate to ruin those lovely eyes."
Oh? I was handsome now? How flattering! My defenses were weakening. Here I was, sweaty, pinning down this beautiful woman who stole my money purse. I stared at those lips as she spoke. I felt hot all over...was it from the exertion or my manly desires? Never had I felt this way! Did she really think that I was? I know that if a woman said that, she wanted a favor like the women in Denerium...well, they weren't like Lillianth.
When I persisted, only for her to insist that her lips were sealed, still smirking coyly. I would get it out of her...eventually.
"Is this the part where I get the same thing to you?"
She flushed, biting her lip. Oh! I liked how she did that! It made her so...provocative, alluring...
"Maybe. Not if you don't think so," she said, demurely. Such a tease she was! I felt my blood burning...rushing to all parts besides my cheeks...oh! Shit! Not now!
Then, she pushed me off. "HA! I knew you couldn't resist me!"
Wha-?! What just happened? So she was bluffing this whole time! Bloody rogues and their silvery tongues! Damn you, Lillianth for being such a saucy little vixen! Needless, she tossed my money purse back, admitting defeat.
"By the way, I was telling the truth earlier," she said.
What did she mean? Did she mean that that she would've given back my money purse or was I handsome? She merely shrugged, swishing away, saying I should ponder over it. Shit! I was already growing hard in my pants...I'm going to need to take a very cold bath after all that sweaty horseplay we did. Her provocative teasing got me all hot and bothered.