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Letters of Regret - NathanielTitle: Letters of Regret - NathanielLetters of Regret - Nathaniel by LilSisSyd
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Nathaniel x Cousland!Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns anything associated with Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
I still remember the way things were between us. Before all this sodding shit happened. Before you lost your family. Before the Blight….Before you killed my father.
I remember back when we were seven years old…back to when we first met. I was a nervous, very shy, and self-reserved child with a deep seed of fear for my father planted deep within my heart, even if I didn’t know it yet. I remember being constantly harassed by other kids, mainly my older brother Thomas, and had no way to really stop it. I felt s
[Day 29] - First[Day 29] - First by annatheginger
Continuation of Drum.
She stood motionless in front of the door, heart pounding and mind racing. Despite her confidence on the walk over, now that she was actually here, she couldn’t bring herself to knock.
Ever since last night - ever since their dance, Hawke hadn’t been able to think of anything but him, of the way he held her, of the way he made her feel. She had been hoping to talk to him, to see if he felt the same way – but the idea seemed foolish now. It was only a dance, after all. She shouldn’t read into it.
No. It was so much more than that, and she knew it. There had always been something between them - a soft, sweet pulling that promised to bring them together. It was slow, but it was real.
And then last night - oh, every touch, every step proved that she cared for him more than she could’ve ever imagined. It wasn’t a gentle pulling between th
[Day 28] - Drum[Day 28] - Drum by annatheginger
The festival was in full swing, as were her hips. He watched them with rapture as they swayed to the primal beat of the drum, the entirety of her body twisting and curving with carefree abandon. Her eyes remained closed and her mouth parted as the music flowed through her limbs, and he couldn’t help but stare and stare.
“You know, Broody, you could go dance with her,” Varric said smugly from his side. “She doesn’t bite. In fact, I think she’s quite fond of you.”
Fenris’ lip curled slightly as his mind digested the idea. Him… dancing? With her? The very thought was embarrassing and outlandish, considering he had never danced in his life. His eyes flickering back to Emeline in the writhing crowd, he sighed slightly. She would laugh at him, for sure.
“It would be fun,” the dwarf added. “Although, I’m not sure you know the meaning of the word.”
The elf snorted with annoyance, pretending to be indifferent to
Caged (Dragon Age)It is madness how one inevitably finds what one does not seek.Caged (Dragon Age) by Armaiti-Zarich
Sẹnaid came to Kirkwall seeking atonement, a cure for her regrets and grief; to wash away the filth of who she was; to find peace in the embrace of faith and stillness of the Chantry.
But her soul is made of fire and her passions are not of those that are calmed easily.
This search of content of hers was quickly ended when she first saw him. His spirit a radiating light, his eyes a mirror of passion hidden beneath, his smile capable of making her knees grow weak, his smooth tenor possessing the power that made her beg to Andraste herself to have a mercy upon her soul.
His image shattered every illusion of balance and quietude she has built. He was her vision of the Maker and as such she would worship him; silent in her reverence.
She was ashamed of her desires, for all the long nights she spent thinking of him, the dreams that made her cheeks flame with red. Emotions that made her magic uncontrollable; a lot of mornings
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