Origin of the Mystics: Chapter 1Author’s Note: Hello everyone! This is the first in my Ronin Warriors stories!Origin of the Mystics: Chapter 1 by Kalinaria
Disclaimer: I do not own Ronin Warriors in any way. The only characters I own are my OCs.
RRRRRRRRRRRR – scene change
Italics – thoughts
~italics~ – dreams
‘italics’ – video/phone speak
~The room was dark, even darker than a night with a new moon.
He looked around as best he could. Walking in either direction did not really help either. It seemed the apparent room he was standing in was endless in its size. He wandered around a bit more. Some images from the past flashed before his eyes, reminding him of the last battle with the enemy. Then, out of nowhere, a flash of light appeared in front of him. His shout echoed as he covered his eyes with one hand.
He blinked a few times to clear the spots. His eyes adjusting slowly to the sudden
Her Lion: Second ChancesLying side by side upon the grass, Cullen and Avery held hands while gazing up at the stars. The gentle lapping of the nearby lake coupled with the sound of chirping crickets to provide unique music for the resting pair. The coin Cullen had given her for luck was tucked safely into Avery's pocket, and she found its slight weight comforting. Avery had a feeling that she would miss it terribly if it ever went missing.
Turning her head so she could gaze at her beloved, Avery smiled at the sight of him. Though he was dressed in his armor, Cullen nevertheless was relaxed, and it showed. The lines of his handsome face were soft, and he looked much younger than he did when he was pouring over reports and contemplating the next best move for the Inquisition's troops. Avery's heart fluttered with delight and radiated warmth as it always did upon seeing Cullen smile, and she sighed softly while giving her love's large hand a gentle squeeze. "I enjoy seeing you like this," Avery murmured.
Harden Your Heart (one-shot)
Title: Harden Your Heart
Author: Aldrea Alien
Game: Dragon Age
Characters/pairing: fem!quisitor (Din Lavellan), Solas, Iron Bull, Sera
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all its characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.
She barely spoke to him anymore.
It seemed a foolhardy thing to miss, especially as they trudged across the ever-changing sands of the Hissing Wastes. Solas had come to delight in the way her golden eyes lit up whenever he spoke about the Fade. The wonder sparkling there. The unabashed enthusiasm to hear more.
That light was all but extinguished now, muffled with hurt and shame. In the days past, he'd often catch her running her fingers over her forehead and chin, where the swirling lines of the vallaslin that once branded her dark skin. Did she regret asking him to remove them?
He shouldn't have told her the truth behind the markings. It'd been so selfish of him. It was all his fault. He shouldn't have led her on, either.