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athena1138 · 4 years

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Character Study: Pre-Inquisition

ah shit aight lets do this. i was tagged by @gaymingbinosaur

#1: Alena Fanellis-Lavellan

Note: Her answers are based while she’s with the Lavellan clan, so only 3ish years before Inquisition.

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Silver

Hair Style / Colour: White and crazy curly

Height: 5′5

Clothing Style: Very basic. Usually leather pants and a tunic. Robes only if she’s practicing magic.

Best Physical Feature: Her nose. She’s grown into it by now and it suits her so uniquely well.

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Capture

Guilty Pleasure: Sneaking away from camp to take naps uninterrupted. She’s very tired.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Thievery. She fought very hard for the things she has.

Ambitions For The Future: Living the life she dreamed of in the circle. Free, unrestrained, unafraid.

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Gods not again.”

What They Think About Most: What comes next. What will she do today, what will she do tomorrow, where will she be in a year? Things like that.

What They Think About Before Bed: Nothing. Or at the very least, that’s what she strives for. Often it’s bad memories.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She doesn’t think about it much, but she knows she’s brave.

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates:

Group. She’s too shy/scared to be alone with someone like that for a while. Growing up surrounded by people will do that to you.

To Be Loved Or Respected:

Loved. To be seen and known is a beautiful thing.

Beauty Or Brains:

Brains. She’s not shallow, and she’s very well educated.

Dogs Or Cats:

Cats.

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Not often. She’s usually very direct, unless she’s afraid of something. (Like, she’ll lie to Templars, for sure.)

Believe In Themselves: Yes and no. She’s overcome so much in her life but she isn’t sure she can handle much more, especially without the help she had before.

Believe In Love:. In theory. Familial and platonic love, absolutely. But romantic? She’s only ever seen it or read about it.

Want Someone: Not necessarily. People are risky. They come and go so often and many times they’re not good people. If she were to live her life alone, she thinks she’d be ok with that.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Once. The Circle had a little fun night once a year for the mages, and one year they put on a play. She had one line and she fucked it up.

Done Drugs: Yes.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No, not really. She’s always been weird. She doesn’t even think she could change if she wanted to.

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Orange. The color of the sun setting on the ocean.

Favourite Animal: She thinks nugs are the bees knees.

Favourite Book: Anything but a spell tome. Maker, she’s had enough of tomes in her life. She likes funny books, things that can make her laugh and forget herself.

Favourite Game: Chess.

Layer 08: Age

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: The 2nd of Umbralis

How old will they be: Ah shit. Um. We’ll say the year before the Conclave which means 9:40. She’ll be............. 27. Yeah.

Layer 09: I…

I Love: Being in high places. I Feel: Worried. I Hide: All the time. I Miss: Anders. I Wish: So many things.

Vikara Lavellan

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Style / Colour: Straight, black, mid-back length

Height: 5′3

Clothing Style: She’s both very fancy and very plain. She wears mostly black but it’s cut very finely to her body.

Best Physical Feature: Eyes for sure.

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Losing herself

Guilty Pleasure: Sneaking desserts and sweets when nobody is looking.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Superiority complexes. Which is ironic for multiple reasons.

Ambitions For The Future: To become her clan’s Keeper.

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Listen to those birds <3 “

What They Think About Most: Her training.

What They Think About Before Bed: She usually reads before bed, so that, but also she’ll think about her day and if she was happy with how it went or not.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s very good at drawing.

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Single.

To Be Loved Or Respected: Respected. Nobody ever got anywhere being loved.

Beauty Or Brains: Yes. She appreciates beauty and she appreciates brains, but one without the other is pointless.

Dogs Or Cats: Dogs.

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Frequently. Gotta keep people on their toes.

Believe In Themselves: Absolutely. She’s badass and she knows it.

Believe In Love:. Not really. She has more important things to think about.

Want Someone: Not really. It’d be nice, but again, she’s got more important things.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Nah. Not for her.

Done Drugs: Once. She liked it very much but she’s worried about it becoming a habit.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No. The world can adapt to her.

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Yellow.

Favourite Animal: Harts

Favourite Book: She’s very fond of nonfiction and educational books. Her favorites are books that explain the other religions in the world.

Favourite Game: Hide and seek

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: ah shit. I know I’ve said it before. Um, we’ll say the 1st of Nubulis, the first day of spring.

How old will they be: 30

Layer 09: I…

I Love: my clan I Feel: anxious I Hide: personal things I Miss: the ocean I Wish: i were more powerful

Asena “Not Actually the Inquisitor” Adaar

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Bluegreen

Hair Style / Colour: Long, black, a mix between coiled and curly

Height: 6′5 without the horns

Clothing Style: If she’s at work, dapper. She dresses up and dresses neatly. If she’s at home, she’s more laid back, just comfortable and casual.

Best Physical Feature: Her mascles

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Nothing. She’s not afraid of anything.

Guilty Pleasure: She doesn’t have any. Pleasure is pleasure, there’s no sense in feeling guilty about it.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Rudeness, both to her and other people.

Ambitions For The Future: Take over the business.

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: Just that she’s gotta get up and get busy.

What They Think About Most: Her job

What They Think About Before Bed: Plans for tomorrow, important things that will need doing soon, she should really write to Gemma.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s fearless.

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: She doesn’t date. She fucks. Groups are welcome.

To Be Loved Or Respected: Feared. Which is respected+ in her mind.

Beauty Or Brains: Beauty. She doesn’t think she’d ever get attached enough to care about brains. It’s a lot of one night stands for her. That’s not to say she doesn’t care about the women she sleeps with, she just doesn’t get close.

Dogs Or Cats: Neither, they’re just collateral.

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: You’d have a harder time picking the truths out of her words than the lies.

Believe In Themselves: Yes? It’s weird. She doesn’t really... think of herself. She just does. So far she hasn’t failed, so I guess you could say she believes in herself.

Believe In Love:. No.

Want Someone: No. All she needs is good people at her back and Gemma and TIB to be safe and sound.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Literally, no. But every interaction in her life is one big show, so metaphorically, always.

Done Drugs: No. She’s seen what that shit does to people.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: Pfft. No. In her line of work? People adapt to HER to fit in.

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Purple.

Favourite Animal: She doesn’t really have one. Sharks are cool, she guesses.

Favourite Book: She doesn’t have much time for leisure reading but she has a soft spot for dashing lesbian romances.

Favourite Game: Darts

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: She isn’t sure.

How old will they be: Again, not sure, but she’s around 28 she reckons.

Layer 09: I…

I Love: Money I Feel: Disillusioned I Hide: As much as I have to I Miss: Gemma I Wish: For the safety of my friends

Gemma Cadash

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Purple and blue

Hair Style / Colour: Short bob, straight, deep red

Height: 4′5

Clothing Style: Low-key things. Lots of darker fabrics, hoods, leather armor.

Best Physical Feature: Her tattoos are neat.

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being forced into things.

Guilty Pleasure: Every time she breaks into a house, she steals every left shoe she can find. Just because.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Being talked down to.

Ambitions For The Future: She’d like to be able to retire from her life. She loves her job, but she wants to die living comfortably in the countryside somewhere.

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Fuck over”

What They Think About Most: Gemma? Think? Nah babe, that head’s as empty as a politician’s. She’s very impetuous.

What They Think About Before Bed: Not much. She falls asleep fairly easily every night.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Her impetuousness often goes in her favor.

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Single.

To Be Loved Or Respected: Loved.

Beauty Or Brains: Brains.

Dogs Or Cats: GIVE THEM TO HER

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Yeah, in her line of work it’s hard not to.

Believe In Themselves: Sure? She hasn’t fucked up too badly yet so

Believe In Love:. She’d like to, but whether or not it’ll come to her, she doesn’t know.

Want Someone: Most days, yeah. She’s kind of a romantic.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: No

Done Drugs: A few. She’s not a fan.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No, she’s pretty stalwart in who she is.

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Blue

Favourite Animal: Dragons. Dragons are so fucking cool.

Favourite Book: She’s not a big reader, but she loves Varric’s cheesy shit.

Favourite Game: She loves a good drinking game.

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: She doesn’t know.

How old will they be: Again, doesn’t know. Early 30s she thinks.

Layer 09: I…

I Love: the sky I Feel: tired I Hide: nothing I Miss: Asena, Orzammar I Wish: i had a pet dragon

Madeira Cadash

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Gold/yellow

Hair Style / Colour: Ashy grey cropped short

Height: 4′8

Clothing Style: Whatever she can find. Often oversized, worn down clothes. She’s not fancy.

Best Physical Feature: Those lips though

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being alone

Guilty Pleasure: She likes sneaking out at night to drink with the lads

Biggest Pet Peeve: Unexpected, loud noises.

Ambitions For The Future: Survive. She doesn’t have plans for anything

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Who the fuck is bothering me?”

What They Think About Most: Food, honestly. She loves to eat.

What They Think About Before Bed: She likes to pretend she lives different lives. One night she’s a princess, another she’s a dashing thief, another she has an entire harem of people to love her. Just silly, fanciful ideations.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s pretty funny when she wants to be

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Group. You can learn a lot about a person based on how they interact with others.

To Be Loved Or Respected: Loved, but that’s also very scary for her.

Beauty Or Brains: Brawns. She likes toughness.

Dogs Or Cats: Dogs. The bigger the better. She loves mabaris especially because they can grow to be as tall as she is

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: When necessary.

Believe In Themselves: Not really. She dislikes herself more than anything.

Believe In Love:. Nah. Love is just a daydream.

Want Someone: Frequently, yes.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Yeah. She used to work in an acting troupe once upon a time.

Done Drugs: Nope.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: When necessary.

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Red.

Favourite Animal: Druffalos.

Favourite Book: She likes books of a more..... questionable nature. If they have pictures, well all the better.

Favourite Game: Wicked Grace.

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: The 21 of Matrinalis.

How old will they be: 35 (the oldest of them all.)

Layer 09: I…

I Love: my parents I Feel: bored I Hide: myself I Miss: home I Wish: i had some booze.

#shut up becca #my ocs #my inquisitors #alena fanelis-lavellan #vikara lavellan #asena adaar #gemma cadash #madeira cadash

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constellationsadvocate · 4 years

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The Constellations Advocate

Book One

Prologue

“Time is always a fickle thing when you’re running against it and it’s already beating you to the punchline. It’s really not something to laugh at, but the idle irony of the stars aligning and time freezing- coming to an absolute standstill- just for the mere amusement of one's boredom.”

“Boredom?” An amused, deep and half-laughed question asked. “I don’t believe it was so. Maybe, out of coincidence, it was out of revenge?”

“Well, then it took them awhile. To plan revenge just so you can fix your own fate because one may or may not have been, shall I say, screwed over.”

“Not screwed over, friend.”

“No? Then, dear, what would you call it?”

“Double crossed.” They gruffly, briskly called back. They laughed lightly, a charming smile on their lips. “But, do continue, doll. The story is just beginning to get good.”

“Now that you’ve shut your big mouth, I will gladly do so.” The first voice coolly replied. “Like I said, Time came to an absolute standstill for the sake of one’s boredom. It wasn’t always boredom, no, but it was anger. Anguish. Pain, grief, heartbreak, guilt, longing. Our story didn’t start at the beginning, but at the start of the end.”

“This isn’t some children’s story is it? You know, the one with the colorful pop-up pages?”

“Just because your one molecule brain can’t break down big words, doesn’t mean you can’t follow along.” A third voice chimed, causing the other two to look back at the mysterious being.

“Why I oughta-!”

The first, smacking the back of the second’s head, reeled their hand back again only to stop and grab their cup of whiskey. “Put a sock in it before I knock your teeth out. We have a story to tell and I will gladly do so by myself if it’s by the means of removing your teeth and cutting out your tongue.”

“Whatever.”

“Anyways, it all began when it ended.”

“Doesn’t it always?” The third laughed softly, only to go quiet as a killing glare was sent their way.

“It was a destructive timeline. There wasn’t an end to finish and a start to begin. Therefore, something more constructive, crucial, was born.”

“Didn’t it fail?”

“Honestly, the first three thousand times it did.” The first signed disdainly. Then smiled mischievously. “But, what’s the harm in one more chance?

The other’s glaced to one another, then smiled cruelly. In harmony, “Născuți din focul Fenixului, constelațiile vor avea protectorul lor.”

Adeodatus, Patavium

“Aye, cad e mar a bheifea ag suil le fear dall a asal a fhail san aimsir seo?!” An aging, balding, middle aged man with refined attributes of a square jaw, straight nose, and oblique pale once blue eyes yelled out to a young man. The man, a simple farm hand stumbled through the rain and mud behind the old man, Maddox, looking frantically for the lost mule. Maddox, the blind man, stopped in his tracks causing the farm hand to slide to a stop. “Erivan!”

“For the last time, sir. People will think you’re a mad man yelling out in your old language!” Erivan sternly warned. He calmly walked to stand beside Maddox, placing a firm hand on the mans shoulder. “The mule can’t be far at all. You know how he gets during thunderstorms.”

“I know this. But that stubborn mule is getting on my last nerve.” Maddox replied briskly, tired of the same old routine. “And yes, I know what you’ll say. ‘He’ll find his way back home, Maddox.’”

“Aye,” Erivan smiled warmly, slicking back ebony wet hair from his forehead. “Now, can we please go inside before we both get sick again?”

Maddox nodded, turning back the way he came from. Erivan smiled assertively and followed behind. Only a few steps in, when in a short distance behind them, a mule brayed and stomped it’s hooves in the thick mud. The pair turned sharply, Erivan’s eyes landing on a cloaked figure and the mule itself.

“Maddox,” An enchanting, smoky female voice called out. Maddox smiled brazenly, chuckling.

“Aye, Taarini.” Maddox greeted warmly. “What are you doing in this horrid weather?”

“Ag feachaint ar asal do dhuine dall.” Taarini laughed warmly as she answered in the old language. She turned her amused gaze to Erivan. “You shouldn’t assume there isn’t a fair share of people who still speak the old language. It may be dead or dying, but nothing stays dead forever.”

“Of course, Taarini. How foolish of me.” Erivan sassed, sarcastically rolling his eyes. “Thank you, oh great one.”

“Sarcasm. Funny most of the time, but when it comes from you it's just simply rude. Maybe if I cut your tongue out, it’ll stop rolling off.” Taarini sneared, smiling devilishly as she walked the mule to Maddox. “Do you not remember the last time I gave your ass a lesson?”

“Children,” Maddox chimed. “This is not the time. Maybe when the weather is better and we can have spectators on a warm, sunny day. Aye?”

Maddox laughed robustly, taking the reins from Taarini and turning back for the farm. “Come on, Erivan! I can’t always walk by myself. So, kiss the pretty lass goodbye and move your feet.”

“You’re a mad man!” Erivan shouted after him, scurrying to catch up. A few feet behind Maddox, Erivan turned around to gaze where he once was standing with Taarini. She was still standing there, the rain seemling becoming heavier and something unnatural hanging in the air. His gaze rested on her for a moment longer. Taarini everything is shrouded in mystery and questions. No one knew exactly what she looked like, except the bold, rosy pink lips, the slender and strong jaw and jawline. The high cheekbones and the gray and gold mix-matched eyes that rested upon them. Everything else was covered with the hood of a cloak and a black fox mask.

In a blink of an eye, Taarini disappeared behind a caravan passing through town. Erivan blinked rapidly, searching around him before he sighed and shook his head. “You’re going crazy Eri. You’ll go completely insane hanging out with Mad.”

He continued mumbling to himself, breathing easier as the rain and air lightened up in the surrounding area as he hastened for the farm.

A scream erupted from the inside of Solas De Danaan as Jericho, Armazi, and Gemini reigned in their paint mares and gelding. The three snapped their attention to the guild, unmounted and tied the reins to the post, busting through the front door of the guild.

Inside the fortified guild, the pale ashen oakwood floors were spacious with dark red mahogany tables and chairs. A bartop that had a matching wood stain, the shelves behind it, just as dark with mirror essence casted behind them. From the main floor, pale ashen oak stairs spiraled to the second floor and led to the library and a secondary storage room and office. Magical orbs of pure light floated and bobbed above the heads of the guild members who had immersed themselves in the situation at hand.

Asena, a sun kissed woman with golden blonde hair that curled at her mid back and eyes that could set your world on fire. Her fiery hazel eyes rested upon soft cheekbones that were dusted with freckles. Her physic was lean and curvy, but be no fool, she can out drink any man and leave him under the table. Despite her feminine and goddess like beauty, she can and most likely will put you in your place. Lesson, never dirty your hands if it means crossing someone who can literally light your ass on fire.

Asena shrieked again as the figure of Taarini glitched out of sight again, appearing next to her. Arealla, the assisting bartender and right hand to the master of the guild, gasped as she quickly grabbed the bottle of bourbon from in front of Asena before she got coated in the sticky, fraganted liquor again and rapidly took a few steps away from the fiery woman.

“No! Stop it!”Arealla yelled abruptly, looking from Asena to the glitching figure of Taarini. Asena glared at her desperately.

“You act like this is my doing!” She snapped. “Make her stop tormenting me every time she comes around!”

Armazi, Asena’s brother, scoffed. “Sister, are you sure the drink isn’t finally going to your head?”

Armazi,who has the build of a boxer, a strong and sharp jaw, golden brown shoulder length hair, the same fiery hazel eyes as his sister’s, bold cheekbones and a well kept beard. He leaned forward over the bar, taking the bottle from Arealla. Asena and Arealla locked baffled glares onto the brother, questioning his own sanity.

“You know damn well, very well, it takes us both to have downed the whole store to get even remotely drunk before our bodies burn it off!” Asena growled. “So either someone else makes Taarini stop or I will burn her alive!”

Like speaking of the devil, Taarini appeared physically behind Asena with a bucket of water and ice mixed with thick honey. Followed hastily after, she dumped a sackful of white feathers on the sun magic mage. Asena screamed like a banshee once more. Golden flames licked up her calves, slowly. Within milliseconds, her whole body was engulfed in the pure flames. Armazi clapped amusedly as everyone dove from the bursting flames.

“You vile vixen!” Asena screeched, the hatred rolling off of her tongue. “How dare you!”

“Cool it, hothead.” Taarini laughed coolly, strolling to the other side of the bar nonchalantly. “I thought you just needed to be a little cold to feel the burn of the drink.”

Asena growled, blasting golden flames at the mage who became consumed by them. The surrounding guild members gasped, only for confusion to cross their faces as a shadow figure of Taarini pushed Asena against the bar. The flames died down from Asena and Taarini, the masked mage coming out unscathed.

The shadow figure dissipated in a puff of smoke that traveled along the ashen oak floors. Taarini sighed doubtfully, “We do this every time I come back to the city. We used to be friends. What happened?”

Asena frowned disapprovingly. “You kept leaving.”

Taarini grinned cheekily. “But I got you something this time.”

“And let’s see if Asena can be bought back.” Jericho laughed out, taking a seat at a far corner table, Gemini joining him.

“I don’t know whose side I’m on.” Gemini chuckled lightly, watching intensely. “I love them both dearly.”

“Hon,” Lyra, a fellow guild mage with a curvy body, tanned skin, long white hair with ombre gold ends and silver eyes with flecks of black in the iris, full lips and a slender profile. “I don’t even think you know what side of you you’re on.”

“Aye, I second that.” Jericho and Armazi agreed in harmony. Gemini gasped, looking between both men.

“I’ve been good!” She squealed. “I promise!”

“Here, Gem.” Arealla smiled genuinely. “Have a drink.”

Gemini slid her gaze to Arealla, who handed the girl a bottle of ale. She smiled appreciatively and took a long drink from the neck.

“Or you can just continue to hate me for something I have no control over.” Taarini mused, sliding her mix-matched eyes to Asena. “You also have the option of brawling it out with me. It’s not healthy to bottle your emotions.”

“Says the one that never vents to anyone about anything.” Lyra shot back in an undertone.

Asena grinned maddeningly, standing from her seat. “Oh, I’d really love the chance to burn that mask away.”

“I’d like to see you try, firebreather.” Taarini replied confidently, removing her hood from around her head, revealing her silver hair and gold streaked dreads. “I’ll even make it easier and more tempting for you.”

“Oh,” Kaimana, a male mage with silver and blue hair and aqua eyes muttered. “This just got interesting.”

“I don’t know what you want.” Faolan chuckled. “The flames to lick them or you to lick the flames.”

Kaimana looked at him with a perturbed glare. “Neither, you perv. I want the fight.”

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asenatheoperator · 4 years

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Christmas Night..

[WARNING GRAMMER NAZIES MIGHT GET CANCER]

It was that time of the year again; Christmas. How much it was a military base and the HQ of S.A.S, Hereford was fully decorated with Christmas decorations. Winter was already here but snow did not showed itself yet, only heavy rain and fog.

Few operators did prepared a party to celebrate the day, at the moment every operator in Rainbow was drinking, eating, singing, having fun and celebrating. Meanwhile the only operator who wasn’t there was Asena. She was busy in her room writing the report of her last mission with Blackbeard in Africa’s another fucked up country; Somalia. While others were having fun she was laying on the couch in her room. Laptop on her lap and a cup of coffee may or may not contain some whiskey on the table next to her. Asena wasn’t at the party with her boyfriend Maverick because for her work always came first, even in holidays… Some effects of the training with strict Turkish Military discipline. So when she and Blackbeard returned the base Asena did a favor, told him to go to the party, let her handle the report. In the end it was his religion’s holiday not hers.

At the middle of her report finally Asena’s door knocked then a familiar ‘Yank’ entered the room with a party cone on his head, holding something on his back. Asena knew who came so she kept her eyes on the screen of her laptop, continue typing the report ‘’You bored already?’’ She asked taking a sip from her coffee, put it back down.

Maverick walked otherside of the couch and kneel down, gently put the gift he brought on the floor. Then he looked down at his girlfriend with a slight smile on his face ‘’It was Marius turn at the karaoke, i had to save myself.’’ He looked over to the screen ‘’You could have write this tomorrow too you know.’’

‘’Yeaah.’’ Asena looked up to him ‘’But you know my work ethic: Job always comes first.’’ She chuckled ‘’Also now Craig owes me a favor aaand i don’t have to listen Marius’s bad voice or try to stop Taina from killing him.’’ Asena raised herself up a bit to kiss him then get back down ‘’I’m tired too.. You can’t imagine how exhausting it was to operate under the heat of bloody Africa..And dealing with the thugs of a bloody retarded warlord.’’ She said, shaking her head with a sigh, continue typing ‘’In these situations, i hate this planet...It’s bloody winter, be a bit fucking cold eh? Not stay as hell above the goddamn ground.’’

After the kiss and hearing her comment about the air, make him smile more ‘’Good thing is you and Craig quickly completed the mission. It could have been a long one too, you know how much paranoid those warlords can be..’’ Asena raised her cup up in the air, looking at the screen and typing with her other hand ‘’God save the Meghan J. fricking Castellano, thanks to her my trip to hell lasted short.’’ She chuckled, after take another sip from the cup she offered to him ‘’Want a sip? Got my special ingredient in it.’’ Maverick shook his head as no ‘’Nah, i already drink enough alcohol in last two hours. BUT’’ He lean down to grab the gift ‘’I bought you something.’’ He get back up, showed the wrapped box to her. Asena looked up to see the gift ‘’I told you not to buy me a gift babe…You know i don’t like gifts’’ She sighed, because now she had to buy something for him. As you may understand she wasn’t a gift lover type of person, also she was bad at getting gifts to her friends, so in her life she always avoid buying gifts best she can. Asena grabbed her laptop, put it on the table then take the gift, sit up on the couch.

Maverick walked around the couch and sit next to Asena, look at her ‘’I know..But i couldn’t pass this one.’’ When she was going to say something Maverick quickly said ‘’Just open it alright?’’ He pointed the box.

Asena rolled her eyes ‘’Aaalright…’’ She start tearing up the wrapping paper around the box, when she saw the golden box under the paper her eyes opened up a bit in surprise, as she finally tear it up from the middle and see the ‘Jack Daniels no.27 label’ on the golden box, her eyes were fully widen in shock ‘’Siktir..’’ She said. She didn’t expected that. No.27. It was an expensive, special limited made whiskey of the Jack Daniels and it was hard to find. This was the last thing she expected from him.

Maverick looking at his shocked girlfriend his eyebrow raised, keeping the smile on his face ‘’Merry Christmas.’’

She opened the box, take the bottle out ‘’Where did you find this?’’ She hold the bottle, looking at him.

He leant back, spread his arms ‘’Well, me and Seamus went to town to buy some drinks for the party. While i was looking around in the Liquor Store, i saw this behind of a few bottles of whiskey. I quickly pull it out and bought it… It was a bit of expensive but i think it’s worth it.’’

Now she was in a pretty bad spot, she did not have any gifts for him in fact now she had to buy something equal to this ‘’Y-yeah..’’ Asena said while thinking what she can buy to match this gift…. This was going to be ‘fun’ for her ‘’You know i did not get you a gift.’’

‘’Never expected one.’’ He quickly said ‘’It would be weird to expect a Christmas gift from an Theist.’’ he turned at her, lean over to couch ‘’Are you going to take a sip or look at it all night?’’

‘’Here we go…’’ Asena grabbed the top of the bottle, turned the cap. Soon as she lifted the cap, combined smells of the whiskey flow into her nose ‘’Oh my, it smells damn good.’’ She put the cap on the table then take a sip from the bottle after take few sips she lowered the bottle ‘’It tastes good too. Smooth.’’ She held the bottle towards him ‘’Come on take a sip, i don’t care how much drink you had today...Also you put me in a very bad situation with this gift.’’ Asena said.

Maverick grabbed the bottle ‘’You don’t have to buy me a gift.’’ he take a sip from the bottle ‘’So don’t worry.’’ he looked at the bottle ‘’Also it’s really smooth.’’ he take another sip.

Asena scratched her arms with a yawn then lean against to his chest, take the bottle from his hand ‘’I love you, Yank’’ She take a sip with smile, resting her head to his chest.

Maverick embraced his girlfriend, he kissed back of her head ‘’I love you too.’’ Looked down at her, thinking about the question in his mind. Was it too early? Or it was the perfect time to ask he wondered. They were couple for half a year, If he asked the question it would be very early and could ruin the things between them. But on the other hand they were doing a job where tomorrow is not guaranteed.

Maverick sighed, rubbed his eyes, looked out of the window seeing finally snow coming down ‘’Everything alright?’’ Asena asked hearing that troubled sigh, Maverick shook his head with a smile ‘’Yeah, everything is fine..I’m just tired like you are.’’ he answered. When his married operator friends saying asking the question was more harder than a defusing an bomb in middle of the minefield located in a desert, Maverick didn't believed them but now when he was in same situation he realized he was wrong.

He said ‘Fuck it’ in his mind and give a try, Maverick take a deep breath and looked at her ‘’Hey..Will you be my wife?’’ he asked, it was pretty quick and straight to the point.

When Asena heard that she was taking a sip which caused her to spit out the whiskey in her mouth with a second shock ‘’Ne?!’’ she coughed and quickly get up, turned around to look at him ‘’Did you just asked me to be your wife?’’ She asked to clarify the question, hoped she heard him wrong. Maverick quickly start scratching back of his head ‘’Yes..No..I mean…. It was just an question’’ he got up from the couch and looked at her ‘’I know what happened to you in past and i can understand if you say no.’’ he said, looking at the shocked woman standing in front of him. Meanwhile Asena didn’t know how to answer, they had a pretty great relationship, both were loving each other, there was no doubt about that. But Asena wasn’t ready to engage with another colleague especially after what happened to her, few years ago. She put down the bottle with a sigh, thinking about what to say. She did not want to say ‘no’ ame time she didn’t wanted to say ‘yes’ Maverick’s question really caught her off-guard. ‘’Look, Erik.. We both love each other. But right now, im not rea--’’ Her sentence interrupted with a sound of a loud crash followed by yelling of Lion and Doc coming from the Mess Hall. Maverick and Asena looked up to the ceiling, Mess Hall was two floor above them but they could hear the sound. Asena looked at him ‘’We’ll talk after this okay.’’ Maverick silently nod then both of them left the room to help others to stop that fight. But when they arrived to Mess Hall they saw the chaos.. All of the operators arguing, Twitch and Montagne trying to stop the Doc and Lion. Asena looked to her side, she saw Caveira leaned back on the wall, drinking a beer, watching the chaos ‘’What happened?’’ Asena asked to Caveira. Cav looked at her ‘’Doc and Olivier started to argue when Eliza tried to stop them Mira made a cheeky comment about Eliza, then they start arguing and things get worse from there.’’ Caveira take a sip from her drink ‘’Now you looking at a giant snowball going down from the Alps.’’ she said. Asena sighed ‘’And you just watching the chaos huh?’’ Asena asked, Caveira nodded with a smile. Maverick crossed her arms ‘’Any ideas to stop this First Lieutenant?’’ he asked to Asena.

She looked around watching the chaos like Caveira only difference she was actually trying to figure out how to stop this. She needed something big to stop this, a pistol would work but she had no time to grab a pistol from the armory. Asena start thinking about a way to stop them before something really bad happens, she was thinking fast. Suddenly an idea pop up in her head but this was going to change her entire life...Just to keep her friends from murdering each other.

Asena sighed, looked at Maverick and grabbed his hand before Maverick ask what is he doing, Asena yell her lungs out ‘’HEY! YOU IDIOTS!’’ it caught the attention of the operators for a second. Seeing that Asena raised Maverick’s hand she holding ‘’We are getting fucking married!’’ again Asena yell out. This news caught everyone off-guard including Maverick himself which he whispered ‘’Are we?’’ After a brief of silence, sound of clapping heard in the room. It was Thermite ‘’Congratulations!’’ he said and walked towards them with a huge smile on his face.

This time Asena rolled down a snowball down the snowy mountain, just like the brawl it also start getting bigger. As the other operators who were arguing and fighting seconds ago stop what they were doing and start congratulating them for the news. Surprisingly Asena’s plan did worked, put a stop to that chaos. While receiving the congrats from their friends Asena and Maverick looked at eachother, it was one of the moments they literally talked with their eyes. Seeing her friends turning into foes in a second made something clear in Asena’s mind; that could have been them too. Saying ‘no’ to his proposal would make things worse for both of them, she did not want to lose Maverick so she had to do this. Asena and Maverick looked at each other with a smile…

Hour later everything was returned back to normal, everyone was talking and having fun while the loud music played on the background. Our fresh engaged couple was beside the alcohol table, watching their friends and having a drink ‘’Are you really want to do this?’’ Maverick asked. Asena take a sip from the plastic cup filled with brunch punch ‘’If i was not ready, i wouldn’t say that right?’’ She looked at him ‘’I’ve made a mistake to start dating with you at the first place...I have no problem to make my mistake worse.’’ She said with a smile. Maverick chuckled and put his arm on her shoulder ‘’Okay then..’’ he looked at the operators start gathering up front of the Christmas tree to get a picture ‘’So, when are we going to have a son?’’ He asked with a joking tone.

Asena looked at him ‘’Slow down cowboy, we still got a long way ahead of us.’’ She take a step forward, grab his hand again ‘’Also i think you meant daughter, not son.’’ Start walking towards the group ‘’Both works for me..’’ Maverick said following her.

As Dokkaebi prepared the camera, Maverick and Asena take their place at the middle of the group standing behind the crouching Rook and Twitch. Finally Dokkaebi prepared the machine, as the countdown started she ran back to her spot ‘’Alright people, Say Merry Christmas! In 3….2...1…’’

‘’MERRY CHRISTMAS!’’

#rainbow six siege #r6 #r6s #r6s oc #r6s story #r6s asena #r6s maverick #r6s thermite #r6s doc #r6s lion #r6s dokkaebi #mavena #merry christmas

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pb1138 · 5 years

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Fictober Day 4: Freeze, feat Josephine and Asena

MODERN POOL PARTY AU! I NEVER WRITE AUS! HOW WEIRD IS THIS?! It might become a two-parter, Idk. Warnings? Mentions of alcohol, kind of OOC Leliana. Also, surprise appearances from the Hawke and Inquisitor of this timeline (Nev and Gemma. (Gemma is the Inq, Asena is just her friend for my double-Inquisitor-au timeline.))

UPDATE: This is now a mafia au.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 AO3

Author note: “Hermosa” means beautiful. So, she’s calling Josephine beautiful.

“Who did you say lived here?” Josephine raised her eyebrow at Leliana.

Leliana just waved her hand as they wove their way through the convoluted apartment complex. “A friend of Cassandra’s.”

Cullen snorted from behind them. “It’s not like you to hold back on gossip, Leliana.”

Leliana huffed. “I don’t really know. All Cassandra said was there would be a party.”

Josephine and Cullen shared an incredulous look, but they didn’t have time to press for more information because they rounded a corner and music drifted over to them. “Oh good, you made it!” Cassandra waved to them from among the group of people loitering around the pool. A bunch of paper lantern lights were rustling in the warm summer breeze, casting a warm glow over the cool light from the pool. There were about two dozen people in total, including many of Cassandra’s friends, just about everybody wearing either bathing suits or summer clothes. Josephine recognize most of them—The Iron Bull was working over the grill while Dorian looked on adoringly; a red-haired and blue-tattooed Dwarven woman was hanging off the Warden Blackwall’s arm sitting poolside and chatting animatedly with Sera and her girlfriend Dagna who were in the pool; over in the corner, Varric was sitting amidst a group of people, likely telling them one of his ridiculous stories with his arm slung over Cole’s (one of the only fully dressed people present) shoulder. Cassandra walked over the gate and grinned at them, her hand going to rest on her sarong-ed hip. “Did you find it alright?”

Leliana grinned and hugged her. “Of course.”

Josephine scanned the crowd. “It looks like a good turnout.”

Cassandra nodded, clasping Cullen’s hand in a firm shake. “Yes. I hadn’t realized Asena had invited so many people, but everyone seems to be having a good time.”

“Who is this Asena? I’ve yet to meet her,” Josephine asked, curiosity filling her voice.

“Oh, you’ll love her.” Cassandra gave her a knowing smirk before it turned into a grin as she looked past them. “In fact, here she comes now!”

“Sorry, there was a huge line at the store and—Oh!” The trio turned to meet their hostess, and Josephine’s breath caught in her throat. “Cassandra, are these the friends you were talking about?”

“Yes, indeed. Guys, allow me to introduce Asena Adaar.”

The Qunari that stood before them was, as most Qunari are, incredibly tall. She was standing with her hip cocked, a large bag of charcoal balanced on it, an… an entire half-barrel keg set at her feet. Josephine raised an eyebrow at that. How in the world did she carry that all in one go? Her hips were wide in comparison to the rest of her body, a pair of light pink harem pants hanging quite low on those hips, giving her a good view of sturdy hip bones. Her skin was light for a Qunari, similar in shade to The Iron Bull’s, but smoother, pulled tight over strong, prominent muscles. She wore no shirt, only a black, strapless bikini top that made Josephine swallow hard.

Asena must’ve noticed Josephine checking her out because she smirked, an eyebrow cocked at her, and Maker’s breath she was pretty. She had a strong, slightly crooked nose that sat between proud, lightly freckled cheekbones. Her lips were thick and painted a cool purple that helped her shockingly bright, teal eyes stand out. Her horns were smaller than the Bull’s, curved delicately up and behind her forehead, shined smooth halfway to the tips, and between them rained a mess of beautifully curled black locks.

“Asena, may I present—”

“Nono, let me guess.” She cut Cassandra off with a cocky smile. “Obviously this is Cullen Rutherford.” They shook hands, Cullen replying with some sort of greeting that Josephine couldn’t hear. “And Leliana Nightingale,” another handshake, then she turned to Josephine. “And this,” she said, practically purring, “must be the lovely Josephine Montilyet.” As Josephine put her hand in hers, she blushed when Asena leaned down, pressing a warm kiss to the back of her knuckles. Asena smirked up at her and whispered a cool and fluent, “Encantada, hermosa Josefina,” against her skin.

“Hey, Boss, did you get the charcoal or what?”

Asena straightened up (so tall) at The Bull’s interruption and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, hold your horns.” She smiled at the four of them, stopping her gaze on Josephine. “Please, excuse me.”

“Do you need any help with that?” Cullen gestured towards the keg sitting at Asena’s feet.

The Qunari grinned and shook her head. “No thanks. I’ve got it.” In one fluid movement, she hefted the charcoal up on her shoulder and raised the keg to rest on her other hip as if it weighed nothing at all. Josephine couldn’t help but stare at her muscles as she squeezed past them and meandered over to the other Qunari who was waiting impatiently by the grill.

When she turned back to her friends, Leliana and Cullen were giving her deviously sly grins. “I… What?” She could feel the blush rising among her cheeks. They chuckled and moved past her to join the party, Cassandra following close by. “I—guys! Wait!”

As promised, the party was a blast. Within an hour, more people had joined, including Bull’s entire crew and a few other people Asena seemed to know, including a white-haired blind woman who was nearly as buff as Asena and who was apparently the blind woman’s girlfriend, a slender, tan-skinned woman with a lip piercing and a heavy Rivaini accent. Conversation and laughter flowed from every direction, backed by a constant flow of pleasant music. Though Josephine is a natural conversationalist, she didn’t stray far from Leliana’s side. Leliana’s offered safety proffered Josephine the opportunity to watch their hostess flit about from person to person. Everyone was greeted in the familiar, ranging from a warm handshake to an almost painful-looking hug, but Josephine noticed hers was the only hand that Asena kissed. Indeed, aside from a sisterly smooch to Blackwall’s and his girlfriend’s cheeks, Asena’s lips touched nobody else. Though she didn’t know why, this revelation filled Josephine with a deep sense of giddiness, as though butterflies had taken flight along her skin.

“My word. Is that Leliana?”

Josephine raised a brow as the Rivaini woman snaked her way through the throng of people, her girlfriend in tow, and came to a firm stop in front of the both of them. She looked over at Leliana who was regarding the woman for a long moment before she gasped. “Isabela?”

The woman—Isabela—beamed brilliantly at them and swooped in to hug Leliana. “I knew that was you!”

Leliana blushed. “I had heard you and Hawke were together, but I guess I didn’t realize. You’ve certainly changed, Bela.” Josephine nudged Leliana and gave her a Look. “Oh, Josie, this is Isabela and Genevieve, friends of mine from ages ago.”

“Nev,” supplied Nev with an outstretched hand which Josephine took.

Isabela pulled Genevieve’s hip into hers and grinned cheekily. “Yes, we know Leliana quite well. Perhaps we could know you, too…?”

“Bela, Nev, you’re not harassing my guests, are you? Not everyone is interested in sharing your bed.”

Josephine blushed furiously at Asena’s entrance, even more so at the fact that Asena stood almost touching her, her arm stretched behind her to balance her weight against the railing. Nev chuckled while Isabela tsked. “Well one can never know until one tries, eh?”

Nev pushed gently at Isabela’s shoulder, turning to leave. “C’mon, I heard Cullen prattling on around here somewhere. I wanna annoy him.”

Leliana’s studious gaze flicked from Josephine to Asena two or three times before she gave a flashy smile. “I’ll help you look for him,” she called to the other two women.

Josephine’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest, but Leliana was gone as quickly as Asena had appeared, chasing after her friends. Asena sucked her teeth and shook her head after her friends. “That lot is trouble.” Turning to look down at Josephine, she put on a brilliant smile. “Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Montilyet?”

Josephine self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded. “Yes, quite. This is quite the party.”

Asena smirked, her eyes scanning across Josephine’s face. “I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit. Bull’s boys are quite the lively bunch.”

Maker, is she getting closer? Josephine cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink. “You, uh… You seem to know all these people.”

Chuckling, Asena straightened back up and looked out at the crowd. “Mm, I do for the most part. Anyone I didn’t know before tonight were either guests of Cassandra or Gemma.”

“Gemma?”

“My roommate.” She pointed out the tattooed woman just in time for Josephine to watch as Blackwall was tackled into the pool. Laughing, she watched the two of them come back up for air, and Gemma squealed as Blackwall pulled her in for a vengeful kiss. “She’s pretty cute.”

Josephine cocked her head, looking back and forth from the Dwarf to the Qunari. “How did you two meet?”

For just the briefest of moments, a shadow flicked over Asena’s face, but she quickly hid it with a cool smile. “We go way back.”

Nodding, Josephine turned her attention back to the crowd. “I understand.”

The music shifted to a new song, something in Qunlat that Josephine couldn’t understand, but it had a good beat. Asena spun to stand in front of Josephine and bowed dramatically, her hand outstretched. “May I have this dance, Lady Montilyet?”

At her dashing grin, Josephine blushed and slipped her hand into Asena’s. “You may.”

Asena grinned and swept her out towards the area that had been unofficially designated as a dance floor.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Asena and Josephine danced for what felt like minutes but must have been well over an hour by the time they sat down, breathless and giddy. From there, they talked for ages, and wine and beer flowed between them until they were both giggly and stumbling about the place. People came to talk to the both of them, faces blurring one into another as the drinks flow.

Suddenly, it was daylight. Josephine’s head pounded in protestation of her poor decisions last night, and she groaned. “Oh, Maker,” she grumbled.

“Buenas dias, hermosa Josefina.”

She… She knew that voice. But from where? She couldn’t… Prying her eyes open, she looked around, struggling to focus. “W… Where?”

A face came into view, dazzlingly beautiful and smiling warmly, a cascade of curls falling off a light blue shoulder. “My apartment.” A glass of water was sat on a table near Josephine’s face.

Blinking, Josephine tried to focus on the face, on the strong nose and the proud lips and the freckles and the eyes—“Asena?”

Asena chuckled and nodded, disappearing from view. “Eggs?”

“I…”

At her roaring stomach, Asena chuckled again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Josephine pulled herself to sit up, assessing the damage. A hoodie some five sizes too big with a wide-cut collar had been placed on her, but underneath her clothes were still on and in-tact, though her sandals had been carefully sat on the floor. She had been sleeping on a couch in a well-decorated apartment, not far from a sliding glass door that lead out near the pool. “I… slept over?”

“Yeah. Cullen did, too. He’s in on Gemma’s couch, through that door over there. Leliana left with Nev and Isabela.” Asena came over to sit in a chair across from her, setting a plate of eggs down in front of her.

“And the uh… hoodie?” She cast a glance up at her host and took a sip of the water.

Asena smiled gently, leaning back in her chair. “I didn’t want you to freeze.”

Josephine blushed and ducked her head to take another drink. “Mm. Thank you. That was very thoughtful.”

Asena waved her hand. “It looks better on you anyways.”

Josephine blushed and… Was that a smirk? Boldness took her, then, and with a smirk of her own, Josephine settled back into the couch and tucked her legs up underneath her. “I shall have to keep it, then.”

Asena’s smirk grew into a full-blown toothy grin. She adjusted herself so that her arm hung off the back of the chair and her impossibly long legs stretched out in front of her. “It would be a great disappointment if you didn’t, Lady Montilyet.”

Josephine giggled and started eating. They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes until a phone began ringing. Asena cursed in Qunlat and cast her an apologetic glance, pulling out her phone. Josephine waved her off, and Asena disappeared into a different room to answer it. Josephine finished her eggs and water then took them to the sink to clean them, humming softly. The hoodie hung down to her knees, and the widened collar encouraged it to hang off her shoulder demurely. ‘I didn’t want you to freeze.’ She blushed anew and grinned to herself.

As she washed the dish, the other door off to her right opened and Blackwall stumbled out, wearing naught but a pair of pajama pants. Upon seeing her, he froze and blushed deeply. “I… er… Lady Montilyet. Fancy meeting you here.”

She quirked a brow at him. “Indeed.”

He cleared his throat. “You, uh, slept over then?”

“Indeed.”

Nodding, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “F-fancy that.” Moving quickly, he scooted over the cupboard and snagged a pack of Poptarts. “Well, be seeing you,” he stammered before scurrying back to the room.

Josephine chuckled and shook her head. His crush on her never ceased to entertain, even if he was a taken man now. Just as she finished the dishes, Asena’s door opened, and she walked out, wearing a breathtaking suit, fresh makeup, and a sullen expression. “Hermosa Josefina, I must profusely apologize. I have business to attend to. You’re welcome to stay here, or I could take you home if you needed?” She looked wretched about it, and that made Josephine’s heart swell.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose. I can call a taxi.”

Asena frowned. “Nonsense. It would be my pleasure.”

She considered it a moment, regarding her carefully. With a nod, she smiled gently. “Very well then.”

She moved to take the hoodie off, but she was stopped by a gently hand on her arm. Looking up into Asena’s smiling face, she blushed. “I said you could keep it,” she purred, her eyes taking in the hang of the garment.

Josephine’s blush deepened, and she nodded. “A-Alright.”

Asena practically beamed and gestured towards the door. They paused so Josephine could put her sandals back on, and then they left. Asena’s car was strangely nice for a college student, and a convertible to boot. Probably for the horns, Josephine thought. She drove with a careful recklessness, obeying speed limits and the likes but taking turns a little too fast, and in a way it was thrilling. Once they arrived at Josephine’s house, Asena hopped out and rushed quickly around to open the door for her, smiling warmly at her. She escorted Josephine to the door and paused just outside it, looking as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t. Josephine tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” she whispered.

Asena regarded her carefully, eyes scanning hers, taking in her expression. She nodded slightly and reached out to brush her hand along Josephine’s arm, linking their pinkies together when she reached her hand. “I… had a good time. I’d like… I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright.”

Josephine’s stomach burst into butterflies and her heart pounded in her ears for something other than her hangover. Nodding earnestly, she stepped closer, a broad grin stretched across her face. “I would very much like that.”

Asena grinned toothily. “Brilliant.” She pulled Josephine’s hand to her lips as she had when they met and pressed another warm kiss to her knuckles. “Until later, hermosa Josefina.”

Josephine watched her practically skip back to her car. They shared another grin and waved to one another before Asena hopped into her car and took off. With a dopy smile and lightness to her step that defied the heaviness of her hangover, Josephine backed into the house and sighed dreamily. Once she turned around, she blushed to see Leliana standing against the railing in her underwear, a bowl of cereal in her hands. She regarded Josephine carefully then pointed her spoon at her. “Where’d you get the hoodie?”

Clearing her throat, Josephine tilted her chin up. “Asena didn’t want me to freeze.”

At Leliana’s devious grin, Josephine rolled her eyes and scooted past her to retreat to her room. It wasn’t until she turned to shut the door that she noticed the Rivaini woman and the white haired woman sprawled across the couch, very nude, and she scoffed. “I thought we said no more orgies in the living room, Leliana!”

Leliana’s laughter drifted through the wood of the door as Josephine shut it, and she rolled her eyes. The memory of Asena’s lips upon her hand was too sweet, too lovely in her mind for her to work up any real anger, and she collapsed in a heap into her bed, sighing contentedly. When she opened her phone, she was surprised to see a message from an unknown number, and when she opened it she grinned.

I had a lovely night with you, hermosa Josefina. -Asena.

“Oh, Maker. This woman will be the death of me,” she giggled.

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pythagoreanquills · 5 years

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part of the collection of snippets about Gillian, Nik, and Dan. Set before the death of Nik

“Gillian?”

I swatted in the direction that the voice came from. “Let me sleep.”

“Oh come on Gillian, get up.” Nik shook me awake. “You have lots of time to sleep later.”

“For real, bruh, we just came back from a 4-day mission in J-Bad, leave me alone.” I groaned.

Dan pulled me up by the arms and looked me in the eye. “Asena isn't doing well, Kurtis is in the bar. Go talk to him.”

I rubbed my eyes. “How is Asena? Is she gonna be okay? What’s the vet saying?” She has gotten hit by shrapnel, but we weren’t worried. It hit her on the vest and she wasn’t bleeding. The transport back must have knocked her up more.

“She’s fine, nothing serious, but she’s gonna have to stay off missions for a while,” Nik replied. “Come one, let’s go find Kurtis, the whole team’s there.”

I begrudgingly followed. It’s not that I didn’t want to go. On the contrary, I would do anything and everything for my team, but my body seems to be unable to follow orders when I am tired. They say that 80% of all mistakes made on the battlefield are caused by fatigue and lack of sleep. As the leader of my team, I simply cannot afford to make any mistakes. It’s all of their lives on the line. I owe it to them and their families.

The bar was loud and crowded, but I easily caught sight of my team. Kurtis was hunched over the table, with the team huddled around him. Lukas was the first to notice us coming in, and waved us over.

“Hey Kurt, you doing all right?” I laid a hand on his shoulder. It must be hard for him to deal with this. We were all close to the special animal member of our team, but Kurtis was his handler and anything that happens to Asena hits him hard.

He looked up at me, eyes not quite focusing. “Hey chief, don’t worry about me.” His speech was slurred. He had obviously had more than a few cups of drinks. “Asena’s gonna be alright.”

I sat down on the stool next to him. “If you don’t want me to worry about you, prove that you don’t need it.” I reached over and took the cup from his hands. “Asena is stable, nothing too serious. But you, on the other hand, might not be. Talk to me, you’ve never been one to drink all this much. What’s on your mind?”

He looked up at me, then stared back down at his hands again. “Chief, and all you other guys too, I’ve got nothing against you, but I honestly wouldn’t be all this bothered if one of you got hurt, or worse. I mean, obviously, I would be sad and grieve and all, but its nothing I can’t handle. We all know that it’s bound to happen at some point, and when it comes to that, I’d be honoured at having fought with you guys. But Asena? I can’t live with myself if anything were to happen to her.”

“You feel responsible for her,” I remarked. I knew the feeling all too well. “That’s why you take it personally whenever she gets hurt. Because it’s your job to make sure she doesn’t.”

“You know, that’s exactly it. You helped me put it into words, chief.” All that alcohol still had its effects on him, but he seemed much more clear-minded.

“Well, now you know how I feel about you lot.” I glanced at the cup of whiskey that I had grabbed from Kurt and tipped it down my throat. “It’s late. I would say that you need a bed, not whatever set-up you have in your cage, but I doubt Abby would want you going back like this. Tell you what, I’m not going home today either, so at least you’ll have some company.”

“Hey Kurt,” Lukas piped up, “You can come crash at my place if you want. I’ll stop at yours on my way to the market tomorrow morning.”

Kurt nodded sluggishly. I protested the suggestion. “Oh come on, now I have to stay here alone. Not cool.”

“I’m staying too,” Nik cut in. “Rachel’s in Bristol for the weekend. It’s too late to go back to an empty house, I’ll head back tomorrow.”

“Great,” I replied. “Walk back with me, eh?”

“You know,” Nik whispered in the dark. “Kurt would make a great leader.”

“Dude, why are you even whispering. There’s no one else here, and you just sound creepy when you do that.” I smiled a little. “Yeah, he would. I’ve found that we’re pretty similar. I always blame myself whenever anything goes wrong. The thought of having anything happen to you guys, and it being my fault, it’s just too much. But when I see the same thing in others, I know it’s not healthy. It gets me my job done, yeah, but it’s exhausting. It’s not a mindset I would wish on others.”

“Exactly. You do your job well, really well, and we’re all here today because of that. But I’m scared to think about how you might react if one day you did make a mistake with grave consequences.” Nik trailed off.

“It won’t happen,” I said that more for the benefit of convincing myself. We all know it will, it’s bound to. And I’m scared too. I knew the protocol. Anything happens to a member of my team, I’m the one that goes to notify the family. I’m the one that has to pick a replacement. I’m the one that has to leave the grieving to the others while powering on in a façade of strength so that it won’t happen again. The very thought of it is my biggest fear. But that fear is what motivates me to do my job well so that it wouldn’t happen.

this was... Originally supposed to be an interaction between Gillian and Kurtis, but as I was writing it this just happened. Honestly, I’m probably being too emotional right now with the events in my life, and I really could use a conversation with the person in my life that Nik is based on, but

yeah, this didn’t go as planned. I wanna write more about Kurt and Asena at some point

#Gillian Nik and Dan #original content #snippets #writeblr

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drabbletrashcan · 3 years

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Cheating (unfinished)

Erika frowned, lowering her phone as Asena ended the call quickly once again. She was in North America on a business trip. Normally, whenever she was gone, Asena would take advantage of any free time he had to talk to her. But now, he would always have some excuse as to why he couldn’t talk. Lately he began acting very differently. This kind of behavior had started a few months ago. She had been leaving on more and more business trips and it was driving her crazy and now on top of all that stress she had to deal with Asena’s sudden change.

She got up and walked across the hotel room to the large window overlooking Los Angeles. Fortunately, this trip had been cut short by two weeks. Her plane was leaving early in the morning, and she decided to surprise Asena, begging Isuka to not tell him anything. She just hoped all of this would soon be over.

Maybe it was because she was gone so much. Maybe he was upset with her because she couldn’t give him enough attention these past few months? No, it couldn’t have been that. He had never been that petty, and if anyone was to understand busy schedules, Asena would be that person. Could he be…cheating?

Erika leaned against the window, bumping her forehead against the glass. How could she even think of something like that? Asena had proven to be nothing but loyal to his family. He had even risked his life for her, what the hell! No, whatever was going on, Asena would definitely have a good explanation. And her schedule was free for two whole weeks, they had plenty of time to figure this out.

“I swear, you have to have some paranormal powers or something.”

Erika raised an eyebrow at Isuka, who was loading her suitcase into the trunk of his car. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you just got off of a 15 hour flight and yet you still manage to look so lovely.”

Erika let out a laugh, patting his shoulder. “I am a goddess, puny mortal!”

“Forgive me, O’ Great Goddess of Business Trips! Please, I beg of you, do not smite me with your mighty Paperbolt!”

They burst into laughter as Isuka started up the car, driving towards the royal palace. Despite the rocky beginning, their friendship was a beautiful one. He was practically her best friend. She vented to him whenever Asena was being an ass and she gave him dating advice and listened to his problems. She always enjoyed his company, and so did he.

“Hey Isuka?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you noticed anything…off about Asena?”

“Off how?” he turned to her, frowning.

“I don’t know, lately he’s been a bit…distant. Normally he would talk to me whenever he could while I’m away, but he always tells me he can’t talk or he’s really busy. I don’t know, did I do something that upset him?”

Isuka ran a hand through his hair as he pulled into the palace courtyard. “No, I haven’t noticed anything. The only thing is he keeps to his room a lot but other than that, no. Did you guys have a fight or something?”

“No, not at all, that’s why it strikes me as a bit odd.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m sure it’s nothing you need to worry about. He’s probably a bit annoyed that you’re gone so much. I’m sure it’s just him being an idiot.”

Erika nodded, stepping out of the car and grabbing her suitcase. Deep down, she still couldn’t help but worry a bit. Was Asena ok? She just hoped all of this would pass. The elevator doors opened, and Erika walked into the familiar hallway, being careful not to make too much noise. They stopped outside of Asena’s office door, stifling their giggles.

Isuka swung open the door, both bursting into the office. But before Erika could utter anything, she was met with a sight that made her blood run cold. Isuka froze as well, is eyes widened.

Asena was sitting on his chair, with messy hair and disheveled clothes. His neck and face was covered in bright red lipstick, and his hands were gripping tight onto the hips of the half-naked woman on top of him. Asena opened his eyes, glancing towards the door. He jolted, all but pushing the woman off of him. She landed on the floor and looked up at him in confusion before noticing their unwanted company. She simply rolled her eyes and covered up.

“Erika! I…what are…I…”

She crossed her arms and looked at the woman. She was part of the royal harem, she had seen her lurking around the halls before.

“Get out,” she said in a low, calm voice. The calm before the storm.

“And why should I? I was simply doing my job, a job I see you haven’t been able to do for months, leaving our dear king unattended for so long!”

A low growl escaped Erika, her face darkening. You could practically see the fury radiating off her. She stepped towards the woman with clenched fists, but before she could move further, Isuka grabbed her by the shoulder, squeezing it tightly. The woman faltered before shuffling by her, exiting the room.

“Isuka, could you leave us alone, please?”

Isuka looked from Asena to Erika, his brow furrowing in confusion. Erika turned to him, looking him in the eye. Letting out a sigh, he bowed his head and walked out, closing the door behind him. Silence settled over them as she kept her back to him. Asena shuffled awkwardly before stepping towards his wife.

“Erika, I’m so—“

“Don’t even think about it.” She spun towards him, stopping him in his tracks. She breathed in deeply. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me lately?”

Asena simply looked down, clutching at his shirt bottom.

“Answer my fucking question, Asena. Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“…yes.”

She bit her lip, nodding. Her heart was shattering, but she couldn’t let him see her being weak, not in this situation. “How long? How long have you been doing this?”

“It…it started four months ago…when you left for Europe…”

“Have you been…fucking more than that woman from the harem?”

Asena winced, refusing to look her in the eyes. He shook his head ‘no’ before he dared to look up at her. Her face was devoid of any emotion, blankly staring at him. Yet her fists were shaking at her sides. Nodding again, she took a step back, her fingers fiddling with her wedding ring for a few moments. Finally she yanked it off her finger, throwing it on the ground, the soft metallic noise breaking the silence.

“I want a plane ticket back to Japan as soon as possible. We’re over.”

Asena’s world was crashing and burning around him. He blinked rapidly as tears started to stream down his face. “No, please, please, please, no!” His voice cracked, full of emotion. “Erika, please don’t do this. I can’t live without you! Please, just please, stay!”

“Really? Cause to me it looks like you can live without me just fine.”

“Erika, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, just please don’t leave me! I love you, please!”

She shook her head and turned towards the door, opening it. She looked back at Asena. “Just find some other harem girl to fuck.”

Slamming the door behind her, she noticed Isuka pacing a few steps away. As soon as he saw her, he ran towards her, the question on the tip of his tongue. But before he could say anything, a loud sob escaped Erika’s lips. He immediately enveloped her in his arms, letting her soak his suit with her tears. After what felt like an eternity, Erika slowly let go of him, looking up at him.

“I want to go home. And I want a divorce.”

“A-are you…are you sure?”

“Yes. I just…I can’t…”

“I’ll…see what I can do, ok? For now, just…go home.”

“What an idiot! Cheating! I thought, what with him being a king and all, he wouldn’t even dare think about sleeping with any other woman! The absolute nerve he has! You know, I never liked hi—”

“I think we get it, Jiji.”

“No! It’s unacceptable! There’s not even one respectable young man left in this world anymore!”

“I just…I don’t understand why he would even do such a thing…have you talked to him at all?”

“There’s nothing left for us to discuss, Baba.”

Erika had just gotten back to Japan, where her grandparents welcomed her with wide arms. She missed the small, cozy apartment she grew up in, especially the little balcony covered with all kinds of plants and flowers overlooking Tokyo’s skyline. It was barely 8:23 in the morning and the city was just waking up. She was sat at the small table placed on the balcony, sipping freshly brewed coffee with her grandparents.

“Erika, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, grandma, really. That’s just what I get for thinking something would finally go the way I wanted it to go,” Erika felt tears welling up in her eyes and she took a deep breath, raising the mug to her lips. She glanced at her small suitcase lying in the middle of the apartment. She had left behind anything that would remind her of Asena. Jewelry and clothes and accessories gifted to her by him, pictures, her wedding ring, everything.

“I’m sorry for showing up out of the blue like this, but I just really don’t want to go to my apartment. Do you guys mind if I stay here for a while?”

“Of course! What kind of grandparents do you take us for?! You stay with us for as much as you want.”

Erika smiled at her grandfather. She had missed them so much, it felt like ages the first time she had visited.

“He literally fucked me in the airplane bathroom!”

“Mmm, kinky!”

Erika laughed along with her friends, taking a sip from her drink. Eight months had passed since the Asena incident and honestly, she felt…free. It had been so long since she had gone out with her friends to a club and just do whatever she wanted.

Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket and she quickly checked to see who it was before nearly having a heart attack. Isuka. She quickly excused herself and slipped out of the club, answering.

“Hello?”

“Erika, hi, look, I know it’s a bit weird to be calling you after such a long time—“

“Did you finally sort out that divorce?”

“Um, yeah, about that. I’m still working on it. Look, I called because I…the kingdom needs your help…”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“It’s about Asena.”

Erika’s confused expression turned into a frown. She balled her fist at her side, her face darkening instantly.

“What about him?” her voice was full of venom, and Isuka hesitated before finally speaking.

“He’s…he’s not ok. After you left, he started disregarding his kingly duties, but now it’s gotten to the point where he just locks himself in his room. He doesn’t eat and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t sleep either. He won’t let anyone in, not even me.”

“Okay. And?”

“Erika,” Isuka sighed, “you’re still technically the queen of Turkiye. Fight or not, you still have a duty to fulfill to the kingdom. Look, just come back here for a week and we’ll figure things out, ok?”

“Isuka, I can’t believe you would even think I would be wil—“

“Erika. Please. I’m not asking you to make up with him. My honest opinion is that he is a dick, and you have every right to be mad at him.”

“I’m beyond mad, Isuka.”

“Look the point is, I’m asking you to do this for our kingdom. For Turkiye. Not for Asena, not for me, but for the people of my country. Please.”

Erika sighed, combing her hair with her fingers and leaning against the wall behind her. She knew she was going to regret this, but she was still the queen of Turkiye, right?

“…fine. When’s the next flight to Turkiye?”

She had done it. She had actually agreed to come back here and talk to Asena under the pretext that he wasn’t completing his royal duties. She hesitated for a moment before knocking on their…his room. No answer. She turned the doorknob, but it was locked. She pursed her lips. Oh, boy, this was going to be a long day.

“Asena? Asena, it’s me, open the door.”

Muffled noises came from behind the room until finally she heard the lock unlocking. The door opened wide, and Erika was met with a sight that made her cringe on the inside. Instead of the powerful, calm and charming king Asena usually was, there stood her ex-husband, resembling the image of a kicked puppy. His hair was sticking out in every part, very prominent and dark bags under his dull eyes. He hadn’t even bothered shaving, growing out his stubble. Before he could say anything, Erika pushed past him, looking around her old room. The curtains were drawn, bathing the room in darkness. There was an unpleasant smell lurking around, and she could barely keep herself from covering her nose and mouth. The bed was unmade, the covers thrown about, and the room itself looked like it had been trashed.

“Erika?” his voice was raspy and low, barely above a whisper. She turned towards him, taking in a deep breath. He looked…broken. No life in his eyes, nothing. “You came back?”

“Isuka called me. Said you’ve been neglecting…”she paused, looking around the room once more before sighing, rubbing the back of her neck. “You know what? That can wait. What you need right now is a long shower.”

Asena hesitated before complying, closing the bathroom door behind him. While he showered, Erika managed to straighten the place out and opened the windows wide, getting rid of the smell. The room looked just like she remembered it. The door opened, a refreshed Asena stepping out. He had shaved and combed his hair and had changed into another set of clothes.

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athena1138 · 5 years

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*heavy breathing* @andrasste asked me to talk about my bebe~ (pfft, as if i need an excuse to talk about her)

EVERYONE SHOULD DO IT I LOVE EVERYONE’S OCS SO MUCH

- A favorite picture/faceclaim for your muse:

None of my characters have face claims, unless you count my Asena 2.0 whose face I had to base off the Asena 1.0 because I made her without the right world state installed. Anyways, here’s my bebe, Alena, 110% fed up with everyone’s bullshit and just so very tired please she wants to rest

- two headcanons that you have for your muse:

1. She’s deeply, deeply haunted by Adamant and refuses to speak to anyone about it except Cullen and Varric but Varric is mostly out of guilt because Hawke gets left behind and Hawke and Varric were engaged. Her refusal to talk about it is one of the instigating factors to her and Solas’s breakup.

2. It’s hard to think about headcanons because like. I’m writing her life story. There are no headcanons, only my canon lmfao. Um. Oh, idk if this counts but she really likes confusing nobility? She’s generally very bad at interacting with anyone on a suitable level because, y’know, her life has been literal hell and she was raised in the circle, etc etc. So rumors of her awkwardness have spread but then she walks up into Halamshrial just hella fuckin regal and polite and witty and everyone’s like “???? This can’t be right????” and then she stirs the pot but in ways that makes them all question whether she’s doing it on purpose or not? Like she goes up to Cullen amidst his thrall of suitors and leans in to whisper in his ear and as she leaves, she trails her fingers along his jaw and everyone’s like “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? DID SHE REALLY JUST? BUT WHY?” and it’s gr8 she has a lot of fun with it.

- three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

1. She likes to climb up to high places and read. It’s not uncommon to find her sitting on the roof of her tower with a satchel of books sat beside her. (Her penchant for climbing leads to several heart attacks on Cullen’s part.)

2. Talking/drinking with her friends as often as possible.

3. Gardening. She can’t get enough of it. She’s spent her entire life either in a circle or enslaved, so she can’t stop shoving her hands deep into warm dirt and studying bugs and shit. (She loves to talk to the flowers.)

- seven people your muse likes/loves:

Dorian, TIB, Cole, Varric, Cullen, Solas/Anders (I’m putting them both on the same spot because she did love both of them (though Anders as a brother) but they both turned “bad” so she isn’t supposed to still love them,) Misella my HoF bc they grew up together.

- a phobia your muse has:

So many. She puts on a brave face but she’s terrified of everything. Mostly spiders. She makes TIB go first into every cave, and the second she hears them scuttling she’s screaming and casting like fucking crazy.

#alena #alena fanelis #alena lavellan #alena fanelis-lavellan #my inquisitor #inquisitor alena #god i love her so much #just so fucking much #thanks ma~ <3

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constellationsadvocate · 4 years

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Ire Of the Moon, Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Come on, guys.” Arealla begged, laying over the bar. “This doesn’t need to happen.”

Taarini smiled sympathetically. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t destroy anything. I don’t know about Asena.”

“No worries whatsoever.” Asena smirked, her forearm consumed in golden flames. “The only thing I’m destroying is your face.”

“Either you can keep talking or you can let off some steam.” Taarini leaned back naturally back against the bar, casually waiting.

On an aggravated growl, Asena exploded in flames as she charged toward Taarini. Kaimana lurched forward in his chair, his curiosity intensifying. The members moved their chairs and tables back towards the walls. Jericho remained while Gemini moved her chair closer to him.

“I hate this,” She mumbled. “Everything usually ends up getting destroyed.”

“And the other half?” Jericho questioned, an amused smile on his lips. The man was tall and gruff, strong square shoulders and a toned body. The kind of man you’d see on the sidewalk and cross the street based on intimidation at a glance. The dark gray hair faded on the sides while the top was left longer, the dark gray eyes to match, the left having a scar from an unknown encounter never told to the guild members. Jericho was always mysterious and refrained. Once you got to know him, he was just a giant teddy bear. He was the kindest person you could ever meet. If you ever did him wrong, he’d be your worst enemy. Jericho was never one to show all of his cards.

Gemini smiled serenely, almost giddily up at him. “The other half almost wants to join, but I would rather not die today.”

Jericho laughed gruffly. “Yeah, you’re just scarred from when you got put in your place.”

“I’m not gonna lie,” Faolan chimed, sliding his gaze from the two pairing off and to the pair at the table. “I think we all got put in our place that day.”

“I still have nightmares about it.” Lyra gulped, looking unsteadily from the mages to the members a table over from hers. “I never thought one person could even use that much ather.”

Taarini swiftly stepped out of Asena’s path of blaze, all the while pulling on her own ather. By the time Asena turned around and her flames died down to give her an ethereal appearance, Taarini had disappeared into a cloud of smoke. The guild members, Asena included, looked around the guild as an enchanting laugh echoed throughout the space. Kaimana grinned and looked up to the rafters. Hidden in the rafters, Taarini leaped from her position and rolled into a kneel. As she hit the ground, gravity began to deplete. Everything that wasn’t held down, started to arise. Guild members watching the fight scrambled to grab onto anything that wasn’t a table or chair. Asena, on the other hand, awaited the minutes as air thinned and she floated mid air.

Taarini smiled devilishly, releasing the ather she held and spread a healing light over the guild members as they hit the floor. She launched herself from her position once more towards Asena, connecting with a right hook. The fire mage was thrusted back to the ground hard from the blow to the jaw, grunting. She rolled away from a boot coming for her chest, summoning seven cloistered sun mines around Taarini.

“Go ahead. Say it.” Taarini smiled tightly, urging Asena to finally let everything out. “Say it or my offense is only going to get worse.”

“You left!” Asena snapped, the sun mines exploding from the outburst. “You keep leaving when we need you most or when the jobs we have here are out of our league! We need you!”

“Is that so?” Taarini snapped as she dove under a table, covering her head. She summoned moon particles, letting the ethereal dust collect around her. “Now, why don’t you say what you really want to?”

The moon particles hardened, cracked and then shot throughout the room as spikes, lodging into anything and everything.

Asena growled, kick flipping off of the floor. “I want my best friend back. The one who’d do stupid things with me and would help me out drink anyone in this guild. I want my best friend back who used to be able to laugh at my stupid jokes and who would be there when I needed them when I wasn’t being myself.”

Taarini smiled sadly, her eyes flashing with remembrance. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been gone for awhile. There’s a reason why I disappeared that night without telling anyone.”

Asena called on her ather, anger still leaking out of her body. “That’s not a real apology. Why don’t you give me a real reason?”

Glowing in her hand was an orb of pure sun magic, growing larger as the flames from it consumed her hand. She tossed it into the air, the flames dripping like magma as she forced more of her magic within it. The orb itself began to fill up the space within the guild, miniature orbs falling from it and exploding above and around Taarini. The mage attempted to dive away from the fire, only to be forced against the wall behind her. When more started to fall upon her, she shielded herself within arcs of lightning.

Arealla, who has been watching from behind the bar, peeked over the top to see what damage has been done in just a few minutes the ladies have been fighting. She whimpered at the sight, the floor burning in random areas, chairs broken and tables toppled over, spikes of concentrated moon dust lodged into the walls and tables. “Yeah, I’m going to die today. The masters are going to kill me.”

Armazi glanced over the bar to look at the bartender fretting for her life and laughed heartily. “Woman, you know that the master isn’t going to kill you over this. This,” He pointed to the rest of the guild, continuing when she made eye contact. “Is not even remotely your fault. So, he’s not going to kill you, dear. He’s going to kill them.”

Arealla looked to Armazi with a petrified glare then slid it to Taarini and Asena. “Oh, boy.”

Taarini deflected a left uppercut, planting her foot on Asena’s chest and back flipping away while thrusting the sun mage a few feet back. She summoned upon her ather again, a deep roar bellowing throughout the guild hall. White mist traveled along the floor of the guild, then collected in a pool of light around Taarini’s feet. The light grew brighter, wrapping around her legs in tendrils, then continued up her form. In a blink of an eye, a booming sound resonated within the building, both Taarini’s and Asena’s magic dropping and the women falling to the ground.

Kaimana looked to the library. When he saw no one there, he then tilted a glance to the front door. He smiled crookedly when he saw the master standing there, silhouetted from the daylight. The old man had called upon his magic and slammed his palms together causing the force to cancel Taarini’s next move along with Asena’s. He then gathered all the ather sitting within the hall and absorbed it into his body. He casted out luminous bonds from the energy around him, binding them around Taarini and Asena.

The Master, Zaharia Vasile, is a man in his late ages. His silver blonde hair had started going white, faint wrinkles appeared around his green eyes and thin mouth. His body once held a well sculpted physique, but now it just seemed worn down with a fine muscle tone. Zaharia cleared his throat, sliding his gaze around the hall to the ladies that are bound. “I see I came just in time before you destroyed the place completely again.”

He quipped in a firm, yet somewhat amused gravelly voice. Taarini laughed lightly, “Well, this is one hell of a way to say welcome back, Z.”

“Can you please release us?” Asena grumbled, squirming in her binds. “I promise I’m not going to try to break her face anymore.”

Zaharia grunted. “Not yet.”

Asena glowered at him, then leaned against a pushed over table. She then slid her gaze to Taarini. “You still haven’t given me a reason.”

“To what?”

“On why you keep leaving.”

Taarini lowered her gaze to the floor, sighing in defeat. When she looked up with a solemn look in her eyes. “I’ve been carrying out special missions for the king himself. Not for the MGA, but for The King.”

“Why? Why does he send you away for almost a year?! What’s so gods damned important that you’re always gone?” Asena demanded in a stern tone, a deathly glare in her watering eyes.

“The well-being of our kingdom depends on these missions. If I’m the only one capable, then I will gladly do so.” Taarini responded quietly, sliding her gaze to Master Zaharia.

“Speaking of the king, he’d like to speak to you.” Zaharia motioned for the door, then headed for the bar. He peered over the top, finding the cowering Arealla crouching against her side of the bar. “Dear, one of these days you’ll have to put your foot down.”

Arealla shot to her feet. “But Z! How can I put my foot down when I don’t have magic yet? How can I stop one of literally the scariest and deadliest mages alive without magic?”

“Do you need magic to be yourself?” He quipped pointedly. Arealla sighed shortly, dropping her head.

“No, Z.”

“You still have time, flower.” Zaharia smiled warmly, grabbing a bottle of ale and headed for his office.

“Zaharia!” Taarini yelled, snapping her gaze in the direction the guild master went. “Relea-!”

Without even finishing her sentence, the luminous bonds disappeared, giving her free range of her movement. She smiled appreciatively in the direction Zaharia went in, then disappeared within a cloud of electricity and gray smoke.

The guild members left in the hall looked around to each other, then to Asena. She raised a brow to them, her voice dripping with sass. “Don’t look at me. I got what I wanted and she did too. If you’d like to keep your eyes, look the other way.”

Kaimana stood from his spot, then headed for the door. Faolan shot him a puzzled glance, throwing his hands up in short-lived disbelief. “Is everyone just coming and leaving today?”

“Dude,” Armazi gruffly laughed. “Get your panties out of a twist. You know how Kaimana is. Not much of a crowd person and he doesn’t like you up his ass.” He turned in his seat to look at Kaimana, plastered a huge dazzling smile on his face, then gave him a thumbs up. Kaimana palmed his face after rolling his eyes. Armazi turned back to Faolan with a straight face. ‘So, stop it.”

Zaharia looked from his office window, the sun was setting behind the clock tower, casting a long shadow over the city. His gaze slowly traveled over the town to the castle. Sighing softly, he turned to his desk, pulling out a stack of papers from his satchel. He read over them as a knock came to the door. “Come in, Arealla.”

Called upon, Arealla poked her head in. Her jaw length brown hair framed a slender face, a soft jaw and a button nose. Her blue doe eyes rested upon soft high cheekbones. Arealla was a woman of average height, born of nobility from a foreign land. She found herself fleeing here to Patavium after war had taken over her home when she was young and her parents were caught in their house after it was set ablaze. The wardens that were serving their lands only had time to save her, even when she begged for them to save her parents.

“Z, how’d it go at the MGA?”

Zaharia smiled faintly at the pet name, then cleared his throat. “There have been reports of strange happenstance occurring in neighboring regions. Some could be handled by a few teams that are here.”

“But?” Arealla questioned, sensing there was more to what he had said.

“But, little flower, there is one that only Taarini can handle. It’s too dangerous for you and the others.” Zaharia replied softly.

“That’s why the king wanted to talk to her.” Arealla turned her gaze to the floor, adding softly. “She just got back. Asena’s going to be heartbroken all over again.”

“I know, flower, I know.”

Taarini rode through the forest in the early morning sunlight accompanied by three of the king's wardens. The creek babbled in a short distance off to their left, forest animals chirped and chattered as their morning began. The morning sun shone softly through the red oak trees.

Taarini sang softly, her voice loud enough for her companions to hear. The three men, turning their heads to look at her.

“She rode through the streets. Down from the hill on high. O’er the wynds, sticks and stones. She rode to the song of the moon. For that was her only secret.”

Roland watched her, enchanted by the smooth smoky notes that were plain yet enhanced by the forest surrounding them. “It was her chain and her key. Her ire to free the broken. For her desire is of one and none.”

Arminius and Indra passed each other quizzical looks, trying to see if the other had figured out what Taarini was singing about.

“Ire of the moon, give me back what once was mine. Ire of the moon, Why do you have to be so cold? Ire of the moon, you can mold one’s path. But the hands of a lover can save me. Ire of the moon, set me free.”

#ConstellationsAdvocate #ChapterTwo

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