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Thread: Crimson Moon ( Mojito & wolvenrogue )

Ava walked up the stairs to her usual place in the stands and gripped at her ruby necklace as soon as she saw her fiance. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he waved the good luck charm she had given him, as a greeting. Robert.... his name was but a whisper upon her lips. He found out. That had to be a cold hard fact she had to swallow. Her best friend found out what Filip had done and took the noble route to taking revenge in her honor. But how? She could not remember uttering a word about Filip and she was sure that no one else knew. Unless Filip himself had bragged about such things, but that would certainly have cost him his life. Her heart flooded at Robert's flawless victory. Cheers from on lookers filled the air. Robert was the perfect knight. Not a toe out of line. Just the opposite of herself. She didn't know what to think. While she was very flattered, did he have to take it to such lengths? Ava turned her back and left the stand, disappearing in a crowd of servants. With a sigh she wandered off to her garden, a little Eden created by her own hands. She stood at the base of her favorite tree. Slipped off her slippers and took a short climb to the nearest thick branch. She had hidden in this tree plenty of times when didn't want to go to her lessons. Her legs swung aimlessly beneath her. The sun shining through the canopy of the tree and raining slivers of sunlight upon her skin. How many times had she been told that a princess never took her shoes off in public? That a princess never got dirt on her dress. Robert had been nothing short of a formal perfect gentleman since his arrival. Not that she craved something dramatic, but he was not as she once remembered.
Thread: Crimson Moon ( Mojito & wolvenrogue )

Robert returned to his armory and got out of his armor and then returned to the field expecting to see Ava waiting for him, but she was nowhere to be found. Disappointed he went back to her chambers, but only found her maid, of whom he inquired as to her whereabouts. She answered that she had gone to her garden, but she begged him that he not tell her mistress that she had told him. Robert consented and went to Ava's garden and to her favorite tree. He remembered fondly the days they had spent together in that tree when he was but a boy. Looking up he saw her, and climbed up on the branch to join her in the tree. When did Filip beat you? and why? he asked. He leaned over and gently kissed her.
Thread: Crimson Moon ( Mojito & wolvenrogue )

Ava had been given plenty of time to clear her mind. It was almost no surprise that he had found her. She knew he would check all of her favorite places if he ever came looking for her. She moved a bit over to make room so that he may sit at her side. Blood rushed to her cheeks as he gave her a kiss. Still getting use to remembering that they were more than just friends. Obediently she answered his question. His most recent visit was but three nights ago. He found me in the library, reading before the fire, dull eye continued to look at the ground as she continued on. I could smell the stench of mead on his breath. He was staring at my ruby. The one you gave me. I haven't the slightest inkling why he tried to take it from me, but he pulled me from the chair and claimed he was sorry. His hands were all over me. I tried to scream in protest and that is when he threw me to the floor. Instinctively she gripped the good luck that hung from her neck. Thank you Robert. Thank you for fighting him in my honor. A soft smile painted her lips. Princess or not, she still had a wedding to tend to. Eventually she would have to leave her safe haven. How did you find out? the thought had just settled in her mind.
Thread: A brave new world (standupguy and Emmi-Mae)

15 girls stand in front of him. They all wore chrome bikinis. It was days like this mark wished he lived 100 years ago when people dated. Fell in love and only married one person. He hadhas a wife he loves. But she is too old and cant give him an heir. This gave him too much power two of these girls would become princesses in every sense of the word and the others ones would die. Mark thought to himself, Quit being so selfish this is and means to an end. This is for the human race if you dont have kids we can live on. We dont live to 120 like we used to. his father was next to him with an evil smile. Mark looked all the girls up and down there was a girl who couldnt be a day older than 15 she was small 4 foot ten and had long red hair. Mark had not seen a girl with real red hair in his life. he would want to keep that gene in the human gene pool. He looked at her and said, youI will take you. Then he saw a tall blond not as tall as him he was 6 5 but she was a good 5 foot ten. She had long blond hair. Piercing blue eyes and was most likely about 18 years old. He ran his hands though his long black hair. you as well. Men wearing ski masks took the other girls behind an ally. Mark, the two girls and his dad pretend not to her the gun shots. They took a limo back to their house. Mark was interested in his new, he said, hello Im mark, mark jones. I work in an investment firm. I make a lot of money so you both will be well taken care of. I know these are dark times. But I think we three will have a happy life. tell me about your selves
Thread: A brave new world (standupguy and Emmi-Mae)

mark said, oh im 20 The limo made its way to their manor The world was in chaos so there were many armed men grading the house at all times. Now they would not just keep the bad people out. But it would also keep the girls in. both girls were escorted into the house by body guards. So were mark and his father. Marks father smiled at him and said, Congratulations boy youre married boy to lovey wives. They will do whatever you wish. Marks beliefs in marriage had always been different form his father. Dad there my wifes not my slaves. Yes it is our job to make each other happy. His father said back while they were all walking in there door, mark one day you will learn that women are no more then just a vehicle for your pleasure and a way to make heirs. They are meant to be used up and thrown out. Do not fall in love with them it will do you no good. his father looked at the two girls, you two must soon learn your place. Then he looked back at mark and said, Have fun. His father walked away. Mark stood there looking at his new wifes. He said, I dont believe that garbage my dad does.
Thread: A brave new world (standupguy and Emmi-Mae)

The two girls listened to Mark's father before Rayne pulled Britany closer to her and looked down at the little red head... They planned on having her have children? There was no way Britany's body would be able to carry a child to full term...Rayne glanced out the window as the limo drove out of their old little run down town. When the Limo pulled into a gate and the gate opened Britany turned her green eyes from the floor to look at the large mansion they were going to live in. When Vaughn spoke to them again saying they must learn their place Rayne's eyes narrowed. We arn't in the 1800's anymore... She hissed out before turning her eyes to Mark. His father added a few rules before he left The wives are to stay on the third floor....The basement is strictly off limits.... If you need anything a servant will bring it up to you from the elevator... you break these rules.....Well You will see the consequences Vaughn grinned before moving away. As Mark stood out of the Limo Rayne got out second then helped Britany to her feet. She took the fifteen year olds hand and looked to Mark as he spoke. If you don't believe anything he says.....Why not just kick him out... its your house... Rayne said before following him into the house Anyway... Its not like you actually married us... we have no rings...and Like hell im letting out consummate... Her eyes narrowed s she pulled in Britany and glanced towards the elevator. Can we just go to our rooms and be alone? We don't want to talk to you right now.. Britany whispered before looking up to Mark with gentle green eyes.
Thread: A brave new world (standupguy and Emmi-Mae)

He said, Hes my father I cant just kick him out of the house. Dont worry hes not as bad as you think he just has a bit of a temper. But you are right this isnt the 1800s any more you have all the rights you see fit. I cant force you two to do anything. That being said I hope we can all be happy here together. He took two gold rings out of his pockets, if its rings you want its rings youll get. Were not short of anything here I am a very rich man. I will not force you to consummate our marriages but I would hope you would want to. If all you wish is to go up to your rooms you may. The servants will show you up. but if you change your mind I will be in my room just down the hall. He slipped the rings on their fingers one buy one. I very much hope to see at least one of you there. He left the living room there were in and went up the stairs to his room.
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Thread: champion of vengeance

Ten long years. Varric whistled, his hands in the pocket of his brown duster as they stood on a hill or small mountain overlooking the disaster that was Kirkwall. The smoke rising from the Gallows rose to form an ominous black cloud over the area. Hawke's electric blue eyes stayed glued to that cloud, reliving the battle that had been waged. All of those people...templars and mages...the Grand Cleric... Oh it was fun, wasn't it? Isabela said, attempting to lend some comic relief to the situation and failing horribly. She shrank into silence as Hawke turned her head slightly, casting a pointed look in her direction. Too soon? Too soon. Hawke replied, returned her gaze to the smoky horizon. Are you truly ready to leave it all behind? Fenris asked. Hawke took a deep breath and turned her back on the only home she had known for the last decade. There is nothing left for me here. She laid eyes on each of her companions Merrill, the elven maleficar. Isabela, the pirate. Fenris, the freed Teviniter slave. Varric, the smooth talking dwarf. Aveline, the captain of the guard. Anders... Everything that happened between them in the last few years flashed before her eyes. His trying to protect her from himself, his finally giving in to her persistence, his moving in with her. His lying, his deceit, his vengeance. Hawke wasn't one for speechlessness, but found herself utterly without words at the moment. Instead she turned towards the ship belonging to Isabela that awaited them somewhere on the Wounded Coast and started walking.
Thread: champion of vengeance

He had done what needed to be done. At least he hoped so... Anders was standing behind the group, none of them speaking to him right now. His mind was full of... everything, justice, Justice, magic, death, name it, and it was jumping about in his thoughts. His hand gripped hard enough in his staff for his knuckles to become white. He wanted all of this to be over with. Even death he wouldn't mind. He looked back once, then closed his eyes and shook his head. They had seen many deaths this and the last few years, but today had been more then all that had passed. He looked back towards the group, and despite not wanting to, his eyes landed on Hawke. Hawke... He had warned her, but she'd gone through anyways. He had asked her, no, used her to get the things he needed for the final ritual, with lies, and deceit. Maybe he should have told her, then she could have helped him, or killed him before this all could happen. But even when she had her suspicions, she still went through, and even after he blew up the chantry, she still didn't leave him, she still helped him.
Thread: champion of vengeance

So where are we going now? Merrill asked, turning her back on the porthole she'd been staring through for over ten minutes as the group sat below deck on the ship. The atmosphere was tense, no one making eye contact or speaking unless spoken to. Back to Ferelden. Hawke responded after a while, straightening from the position she'd been in with her elbows resting on her knees and her head in her hands. Why are we going back to Ferelden? Isabela asked, catching the tail end of the conversation as she came down the stairs from checking on her crew above deck. I need... Hawke lifted her arm and ran her fingers through choppy black hair, not used to the miniscule weight of her limbs without armor. I need to go back to where it all began. To Lothering? What are you going to do in Lothering? Aveline asked. I don't know. Hawke stared at the still armor clad woman, her exasperation at being questioned evident in the tension of her shoulders. She had spent the last ten years looking after other people. She had felt like she had an obligation to everyone in her party, to all of Kirkwall. She'd grown weary of the burden and simply wanted to think about herself for a while. I want to visit the graves of my father, and Carver if he has one. She offered in the way of explanation, though there was so much more to it than that. Okay, then to Ferelden we go. I'm with you, Hawke. Aveline replied, to which the rest of the group voiced their agreement. Hawke attempted to smile, the corners of her mouth jerking slightly as she stood and nodded to them as one. She turned her head, meeting the eyes of the man she loved. Thank you for giving me your quarters. Hawke said to Isabela, ripping her attention away from Anders as she started up the stairs. Anything for you, sweet thing. Isabela winked at her, to which Hawke simply raised a brow, shook her head, and walked away. Her destimation, the captain's quarters above deck.
Thread: champion of vengeance

His eyes followed her every move, unless she, or anyone else, would look his way, then he would look at a torch, or something. He knew at least Aveline hated him for what he did, so did Fenris. He couldn't really get a height of Merril, never had, though she seemed cheerful most of the time. Varric and Isabela were the only ones who didn't mind, Isabela had just nearly forgot it, and Varric was just saying how good the tale about it would be. At the notice they were going back to Ferelden he nodded to himself, he had already thought so. He hoped they could stay far out of the way of any chantry or the circle of magi. The entire continent probably knew about him by now. But of course, he couldn't choose. Beggars can't be choosers, and though he hadn't begged, he was lucky, or at least part of him was lucky, she left him alive. Several minutes after Hawke left, not wanting to look suspicious, he stood up, and walked after her. Leaving his staff against a wall he walked over to her cabin, wanting to finally get to have a talk with her, though it wouldn't be nice. He raised his hand, brought it closer to the door... and stopped, he just couldn't do it. Resting his hand against the door for a while, he walked away, downstairs once more, towards Isabela, leaning against the wall next to her How do you do that? He asked. After the 'do what? She'd quite possibly ask him, or out of himself, he added Be so relaxed under all this, it's like you don't even care.
Thread: champion of vengeance

Hawke stood with her back against the door, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. She hadn't had time to mourn when her father had died, she'd had to take control of the family. She hadn't had time to mourn Carver, they were too busy fleeing the Darkspawn horde. When Bethany had died they'd had to leave her body behind in the Deep Roads, never getting the chance to mourn her properly either. Not to mention when she lost her mother. And now she felt like she'd lost Anders too, and she couldn't keep her emotions bottled up inside anymore. Hawke covered her face in her hands, catching her tears so they wouldn't stain her shirt, sliding down the wooden door until her backside met the floor. She screamed silently, her anguish so great that no sound escaped as she pulled at her short, spiky tresses like she could pull the memories from her mind. When she was finished Hawke sniffled and composed herself. She lifted her head and looked around the room with blurry eyes. The bed drifted into focus, and she suddenly realized she'd never been so tired in her life. She picked herself up off the floor, her body feeling twice as heavy as she dragged herself over to the queen sized mattress and collapsed on top of it. Meanwhile... Isabela fixed her hazel eyes on the renegade mage. She'd thought she was badass. Blowing up the Chantry took it to a whole other level. She respected the hell out of him for standing up for what he believed, but she pitied his regretfulness. She shrugged her shoulders at Anders, lifting her hand to examine her dried-blood colored nail polish. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm not saying you should forget but there is no sense in dwelling on the past, on things you cannot change. No matter how recent. She pushed off from the wall and moved until she was standing in front of him. Focus on what you can change. Or fix, as the case is. Go talk to Hawke. Maker's breath, you were ballsy enough to kill the Grand Cleric. You can do this.
Thread: champion of vengeance

If Anders had known what she had been doing inside of the door, he'd probably have stormed right in to hug her, tell her it would be okay... Or would have jumped out of the nearest window, into the sea, not being able to handle that he was the one who caused it. So it was probably lucky he didn't know. Anders sighed at the words Isabela spoke to him. he knew she was right, and he knew he should listen to her, but it was hard to do so. It was hard to live up to what you wanted, especially at a time like this. He then decided he should at least try it, and pushed himself off the wall. If only everything in life was as easy as blowing up a chantry. Thanks Isabela. He said, putting his hand on her shoulder for a second, before walking away. He looked to stand at least a little straighter, but who knew how long that would last. He walked up back towards her room, and knocked on the door softly. As there came no answer he then opened the door. He saw her laying on the bed, ontop of the bedsheets. He smiled slightly and walked over to her, pulling the bedsheets over her. Her expression was the most peaceful it had been in a very long time, and he cast a sleep spell over her so that it would stay that way, knowing that there were many dreams that could interrupt ones sleep. He then lay himself on the other side of the bed, not wanting to leave now he managed to force himself to come over to her, as he knew he probably wouldn't return all too quickly would he leave now once more. He closed his eyes, and spelled himself to sleep as well, not wanting to let his thrashing wake her up.
Thread: champion of vengeance

Sunshine poured in through the porthole, seeming to centralize on her face. She squeezed her eyes shut against the light, then slowly opened them as she felt the warmth on her face. She looked up at the circular window, bringing her hand up reflexively to shield her eyes from the brightness before she simply turned her head and looked away from it. What she did look at however was a sleeping mass of renegade mage robes beside her. She looked down at herself, checking to make sure she was still fully clothed. Rarely in the last few years had she found herself in the same bed with this man and remained with clothes intact. Hawke raised herself up and rested her upper body on her elbow. She leaned over slightly so that she was looking down at his profile. He was such a handsome man with his blonde hair, light brown eyes, and lean muscle. Her fingers tingled with the urge to run them through his hair, remembering how soft it was. Instead she curled them into a fist so tight her fingernails dug into her palm. Taking a deep breath she turned onto her back and prepared to slide out of bed when she noticed her body was covered by a bedsheet. She looked up at Anders once again, her heart throbbing painfully with the love she didn't want to feel at that simple act of tenderness. And of course she still loved him. She was many things, but a fool was not one of them and she was not going to drive herself insane trying to convince herself and other people differently. Yes, she loved him. But she did not trust him. And there could be no relationship without trust. That was the sad reality of it. So where did that leave them? And how did he end up sleeping next to her? Did he come in there to talk to her? Oh, Maker, please let him have come in there to talk to her...
Thread: champion of vengeance

A bit later, after the woman had stepped out of the bed, maybe even after she had changed her clothing, if she felt like doing that, Anders woke up. For half a second he had nearly jumped at the sight of where he was. Immediately he wondered how much he had drank the previous night, before he finally remembered what happened. He looked up, only to see Hawke standing there, looking at him. He couldn't judge what she was thinking, and hoped she wasn't angry. Good morning, Hawke. He said, his voice soft. He pushed himself up from the bed, and walked so he stood infront of her. He felt a little uncomfortable, and she could see him eyeing the door a couple of times, as if he was planning on making a run for it. He finally got the courage to open his mouth once more and said I wanted to talk to you, but you were already asleep. He said, hoping it provided enough reason, though there were many questions left open, as to why he chose to lay next to her instead of leave when he noticed that. His face showed as much emotion as that of one who had been made tranquil, and he kept it like that with sheer force of will. If not he was afraid they'd all burst out, and if they did, so would quite probably Justice.