Falon'Din makes his "move" but miscalculates, yet again, the stubbornness and strong will of a certain shemlen elf.
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TRIGGERWARNINGS!
There are hints at sexual assault embedded in this chapter so take care when reading. Nothing more than hints though!
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Enjoy!
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Credits for any tevene goes to katiebour at deviantart and the dragonage wikia.
Credits for any elvish goes to FenXshiral and whom ever is responsible for the LingoJam elven DAI translator. I'm sorry if I abuse the language.
CHAPTER 10 - Cracks
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Enanela found herself brutally yanked out of her comfortable bed by the collar of her tunic without warning. Her one hand instinctually reaching to grasp at her attacker's forearm as she struggled to shake the sleep from her senses. The smell of herbs and honey attacked her nose as she felt herself leaving the warmth of her bed completely. Her bare legs scraping against the soft fabric of her assailant's clothing and feet barely touching the chilly stone floor as she dangled in his grip.
"Emma..." (Mine...) the word was barely audible over the growling undertones of Falon'Din's voice but it was enough to send her kicking into action before her brain had a chance to process what was really happening.
She made herself as heavy as she possibly could as she sought the floor with her feet. Then stomping of the ground she jumped upwards, curling in on herself to gain momentum enough to pull her assailant with her on the way back down. As soon as she felt the floor under the soles of her bare feet she executed a wide kick to swipe the attacker's legs from under him. Grabbing hold of the fabric of his robes she send him flipping over onto his back. She followed through the movement, rolling over him as she disentangled her grip on his robe and then up into a low defensive crouch.
Once on her feet again her brain finally caught up with reality and she sneered viciously at the blackhaired elf scrambling to recollect himself off of the floor where he was currently ungracefully sprawled.
She inched away from him while she listened to him spit curses so vile they would have made even Varric blush like a youngster with a crush. As the elf managed to pick himself of off the ground Enanela continued to slowly inch backwards and away from him. Never letting her eyes leave his form. She had no idea what had triggered this sudden extreme hostility but she didn't care for that venomous spark in Falon'Din's otherwise beautiful blue eyes. Every muscle in her body was strung almost to their breaking point as she followed the Elvhen's every movement.
That vicious smile she hated with every fiber in her body found its way back onto his face. He looked down on her in her crouched position as one would eye an insect.
Not wanting to know all the twisted horrors that smile of his entailed, Enanela spun on her heel and bolted for the door.
She was almost there. Almost had her fingers around the handle when something slammed into her with the force of a small army. She saw stars as it sent her sprawling into the stone wall to her right and all the air vacated her lungs like soldiers on leave. She hadn't heard him move but by the twisted pride dripping off of every note in his dark chuckle she was pretty sure he had lunged some kind of spell at her.
She felt his hand encircle her wrist, dragging it up to pin it above her head. She felt him press against her as words, cruel and cold as ice snaked their way out of his throat and into her ears before landing uncomfortably in the depth of her brain.
"Ane emma da'isenatha… Melana dirthala ahn sulev…" (You are mine little dragon… Time to learn what that means…)
She tried to buck him away. She tried to head-butt him and tried to squirm her hand lose to push him away. But her limbs seemed frozen in place. No matter how hard she struggled her body refused to reply to her desperate pleas.
"No... no, no, no... not like this..." Her mind reeled, begged and pleaded. Every single prayer she could remember spun around her brain like agitated wasps, but no actual words made it past her lips.
The dark chuckle emanating from her assailant sent chills down her spine and she had to force the bile burning its way up her esophagus back down with sheer will. She steeled herself against the feel of invading hands drifting up and down her hips and sides. Groping without her consent.
Screaming would do her no good, of that she was sure. He would probably enjoy it and no one in their right mind would bother helping her. Who in their right mind would defy a God after all? But she couldn't panic, she couldn't let her agony cloud her judgement. If she did, she would miss any opportunity for escape.
She slammed up a wall to ward off the sickening realization that she only wore a loincloth and a two sizes too large tunic. Then schooling her features she shoved that mind-numbing fear down into a box and closed the lid. Tossing said box into the darkest corner of her soul she shut the door on it to keep it locked safely away. She wouldn't allow this twisted shadow of a man to have the pleasure of her fear.
Her crystal gaze drained of anything except contempt, defiance and anger as it met Falon'Din's dark blue one. He only smirked. A wicked, arrogant quirk of his lips that despite her best effort turned her stomach into painful knots.
He ducked his head and dragged the tip of his nose from her clavicle to her ear as he scented her. He nipped at the sensitive flesh right under her ear and Enanela endured the slight shudder and the goosebumps that arose against her will. She could visably see the satisfaction coming off the elven man pinning her roughly against the cold wall. But all she could feel was the retched bile still rising in her throat at the thought of what was to come.
He sought her lips. Leaving a small trail of wetness behind as his tongue tasted its way from just beneath her ear to the tip of her chin. But she stubbornly turned away before he could reach his goal.
Falon'Din scoffed in annoyance, grabbing her face hard with one of his slender hands to force her to face him.
"Ahnsul panas? (Why do you fight?)
Enanela scowled at him with force enough to choke a small druffalo but said nothing.
"Re pana na julaima..." (It is a fight you will lose…) Falon'Din continued in a dark purr. That vicious spark of danger again sparkling in his eyes.
"Ma i'tel'myathash… Su an'banal i'ma!" (You have no honor… To the void with you!) She growled between clenched teeth.
Falon'Din's smirk disappeared in an instant. Replaced with cold hard fury radiating from every centimeter of his being but Enanela met his vicious glare with her own fiery one.
Ice versus fire, locked in a seemingly unending battle of fierce wills.
"Jute'danan!" (I will not break!) She sneered and watched as the words sunk in.
The grip on her cheeks hardened and she saw his eyes dart to her mouth for a brief moment before his lips crashed onto hers with all the brutality she had anticipated. She tried to pull away but he forced her lips to mold against his. The kiss igniting more than her indignant anger and humiliation. She bit his lip in hopes of him recoiling at the pain. But it only served to make him lean heavier into her with a groan and a desperation that rhymed poorly with the cruelty he displayed.
She could feel his desire batter her senses trying to overwhelm her. She could sense a glimmer of something else, something her furious mind instantly flinched away from. She didn't want to acknowledge the small inconsistencies in Falon'Din's behavior. She couldn't afford to peer behind that door of possibilities. No. Right now she wanted nothing more than to kick him, punch him and tear his eyes out. At this very moment she hated him with the strength of a thousand volcanos.
As Falon'Din forced the kiss deeper with a passion that threatened to undo the entire plane with its ferocity, she saw her opportunity for escape and tried biting his tongue off in retaliation.
Falon'Din howled in pain, blood seeping through his fingers as he clasped them over his injured mouth. He let Enanela go, rearing back enough to stumble against the small wooden table and chairs in the middle of the room. He scrambled to find purchase against the table and inspect his manhandled bodypart.
"Jute'danan!" (I will not break!) She barked at him. Glaring hard at the shellshocked God as she wiped his blood of her chin and spat out the rest on the floor.
A short but heavy air of silence spread around them. Ice versus fire before Enanela turned and bolted for the door.
Wrenching it up she took off down the veil fire illuminated hallway like she was being chased by a pack of rabid wolves. As she ran she sent up a few silent prayers that she would find Sael or Las before she got captured or lost. Behind her she heard the sound of faint angered cursing but she didn't look back.
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He came around another bend, a familiar one. Trudging forward without really thinking he frowned at the wall that seemed so familiar. A moment later he stopped and scowled into a tiny room before him. It needed cleaning. Something dark was staining the floors and the straw in the corner needed changing.
He looked away. Still frowning. What was he doing again? He was sure there was something he was supposed to be doing. Something important. It gnawed on his insides as he continued wandering the fade. He felt like a part of him was missing and it upset him but he couldn't figure out why.
He came around that familiar bend again. How many times had he ended up at this bend by now? That familiar tiny room that tugged at his insides soon followed. Why did that room upset him so much? And why did he always end up there despite his efforts to go elsewhere?
He didn't possess the answers and it irked him more than he thought it should. An irate thought hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. How long had he been wandering the fade? He wasn't supposed to be there too long lest he forget himself. But now it seemed he had forgotten time. He must have and now he was paying the price judging from the lack of memories and trouble focusing.
Instinct told him he was not allowed forget his mission, it was too vital for reasons he no longer could recall. He felt sure his assignment was of deadly importance but to his dismay the details danced and mocked him from just outside his reach.
Fear gripped him. He could feel the sticky tendrils begin snaking their way into every inch of his being. Razor-sharp claws of ice started ripping at the seams of his self and blackness stirred in the outside of his vision, threatening to overwhelm him.
"No... not again..." An errant thought skittered across his mind looking for purchase.
Again? He felt inwards.
Yes… This had happened before. He knew the truth of it but no details remained. Just a horrifying dread of certainty in the pit of his stomach. He felt the fear reach and start to tweak and twist his insides. The sickening tendrils of dread penetrating into the very core of his being as the cold claws raked through him and made him want to scream out his agony.
"We are not done talking about this..." A flicker of words once again skittered along his neurons. Then followed a faint, hazy picture of brilliant crystal eyes.
A dream? No... A memory.
He held onto the faint memory for all that he was worth. Those sharp silver-white eyes felt like home and the voice, even irritated it was balm to his frayed nerves.
He calmed. His breathing slowed and the tendrils of tarry fear receded.
Yes... a memory. He could still fight. For her...
She wouldn't let him break again. He only had to hold on to the last slivers of his being.
Her...?
Who was she? And why did she instill hope where he felt certain only dread should remain?
He shook his head. He needed to focus to keep the fear at bay. To keep himself intact.
She, whoever she was. The light in the darkness that he had slept in for ages beyond counting. She would come.
He knew his light would return. It had to. He only needed to hold on until it did.
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A/N:
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Yes, I know. Falon'Din really is a jackoff. I was trying to take him in the right direction but he just flat out refused and ran with his own course of actions instead... Yea... Look how well that turned out you idiot...
I'll try to reign him in and back on track for the next chapter xD