A/N : I still own diddly-squat. A sad truth, but a truth non the less.
Alrighty, ten more letters to go! And in case anyone was wondering, yes, I am 100% singing the alphabet song every time I look at my chapter titles. So enjoy and let me know what you think so far, yes?
L: Lost
She really didn't know what had possessed her to let Oghren take the lead for a while.
No, wait, it was because the Dwarf had assured he knew the Deep Roads like the back of his battle-ax. She should have made sure he knew them like the bottom of his hip flask.
Adara was starting to believe she'd never see the sky again and the thought almost made her panic but she was the 'leader' and panicking wasn't an option. Killing Oghren though…very tempting.
The highly intoxicated Dwarf belched loudly while gazing blindly at his surroundings.
"Heh…I think we're lost."
M: Monster
He was a Hero.
An inspiration to all Ferelden's everywhere.
There was no question what he had done for his King, for his country; he'd been a crucial factor in driving out the Orlesian's, rightfully earning each and every title bestowed him.
Every course of action he'd taken, every decision he'd made since then, every single one, was done with Ferelden's best interest in fool Wardens had to be stopped from trying to make his people believe him a traitor; it simply wasn't true!
But sometimes, late at night, Loghain's inner voice calls him a traitorous monster too.
N: Nug
Oghren took another swig of ale while watching the Orlesian give her pet nug, Schmooples, a bath. It made no sense to him, naming dinner. She gave the ugly mudsplasher a kiss on his snout and Oghren couldn't help snorting.
Leliana gave him a sharp look before smothering more affection on her darling pet. After getting a nice soapy later, she grabbed the bucket of water and dumped it on Schmooples. The smell of honey mead hit her nose.
"What…"
"It's a nice flavor for Roasted Nug, tastier then water."
Oghren was still laughing when the bucket knocked him over.
O: Open
Feeling open and vulnerable was something Morrigan avoided at all costs. She'd built a wall around herself, something perfect and unbreakable, that no person would ever be able to knock down.
It was the Dalish Warden, Adara, who started making Morrigan question her defense, though she would quickly rid herself of any doubt. The wall was far too important to ever remove.
It never occurred to her that Adara would attempt scaling the wall instead, leaving it still intact; nor that she would actually succeed.
And Morrigan never considered she would open herself up to the Warden when she did.
P: Pain
Most of his time was spent wandering aimlessly, listening to that accursed song playing over and over inside his head, trying to find a way down to its singer. Other times, though very rare, he remembers what happened; the mirror, the voices…the fear in his lethallan's eyes…
His mind thankfully shuts down then and it's back to the aimless wandering, that endless song drowning out everything else. Only when the agony of remembering is so fresh he thinks his mind could bleed, only then is he grateful for the corruptions dominating presence.
It's what he deserves for causing her pain.
