Talk Is Cheap, 1/3
anonymous
July 3 2011, 22:07:46 UTC
This is my first time trying to get into Alistair's head- I hope he suits! I'm electing not to write the pr0ns just because the last time I wrote slash a single scene took nearly 5k words and I did want to do a few other things today, hehe. Plus the dialogue itself is practically pr0ns anyway
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Talk Is Cheap, 2/3
anonymous
July 3 2011, 22:12:13 UTC
Zevran let out a choked sound of laughter- this was far too much fun. “Oh, I don’t know, my friend- I have quite the active imagination, as well. Perhaps I could imagine your imaginings after all?”
Alistair gave him a dark look, and in a single moment Zevran was reminded that this man wore plate as if it were cloth, had trained in swordplay for nigh on a decade, had been weeks away from becoming a Templar.
The small frisson of adrenaline, the small hint of danger in that glance made Zevran’s breath catch.
“I’ve imagined shutting up that mouth of yours,” Alistair said, with just a hint of menace, and Zevran licked his lips. Oh, this was good.
“And how would you do that, my friend?” he purred.
Alistair saw the invitation, the slight hitch in the elf’s breathing as he leaned in, and helpless to resist, he simply let go of that last bit of himself that was screaming, faintly, shutupshutupshutup.
“I’d push you to the ground and put my hand over your mouth, and if you dared to bite me I’d make sure you regretted it,” he said. “
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Talk Is Cheap, 3/3
anonymous
July 3 2011, 22:15:20 UTC
“But mage’s connections to the Fade are seated in the same place as their emotions- it’s why the Tranquil feel nothing when you break that connection permanently, and why they seek that connection when they’re scared or cornered. As a Templar, when you drain their mana, take away that pool of emotion and connection, you feel it, taste it, as if it were your own. Some templars get addicted to that feeling, and will do anything as an excuse to drain mages.”
He looked away. “I did it, once, you know, for training- they make you take lyrium and practice, although you don’t get addicted until you take it regularly. But when I drained him, and I felt all those feelings, that fear, and desire and want and love and hate and hunger all rolled up- it’s like being drunk on another person’s feelings.”
He continued- “You’re no mage, and I’m no Templar, but I’d make you beg me, make you tell me exactly what you want, exactly what you’re feeling, until I was drunk on you, filled with you, until I could taste your desire, your frustration,
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Re: Talk Is Cheap, 3/3
anonymous
July 6 2011, 02:54:48 UTC
OP Anon here.
I... am so fucking KICKING myself for *working* these last 3 days.
i am *completely* speechless!!
and ... ah. you made me come in my chair. um. in my office. it was all i could do not to ... make noise. embarrassing noise.
perhaps thats TMI but.. uh. yeah i am so far past caring.
that was *exactly* what i wanted. down to the letter.
Its exactly how i imagined Alistair if he lost a little control of himself, a lot toppy, a little rude... and very very hot and dangerous. just shave away the brainwashing of the chantry and... GUH.
holy shit can you please tell me who you are because i have a very strong urge to stalk your journal now. ... possibly lick you a lot also. ok no that's creepy even from this end but... uh. the love needs to be SHOWN. *somehow*!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH for making a very horrible day orgasmically wonderful!!
Talk Is Cheap, 3/3
anonymous
July 7 2011, 21:59:38 UTC
Auth!Anon is very glad you enjoyed <3
Very flattered and happy that this little tidbit was bunk-worthy (desk worthy?), and you may stalk me and all of my works at your leisure in the following locations:
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Alistair gave him a dark look, and in a single moment Zevran was reminded that this man wore plate as if it were cloth, had trained in swordplay for nigh on a decade, had been weeks away from becoming a Templar.
The small frisson of adrenaline, the small hint of danger in that glance made Zevran’s breath catch.
“I’ve imagined shutting up that mouth of yours,” Alistair said, with just a hint of menace, and Zevran licked his lips. Oh, this was good.
“And how would you do that, my friend?” he purred.
Alistair saw the invitation, the slight hitch in the elf’s breathing as he leaned in, and helpless to resist, he simply let go of that last bit of himself that was screaming, faintly, shutupshutupshutup.
“I’d push you to the ground and put my hand over your mouth, and if you dared to bite me I’d make sure you regretted it,” he said. “ ( ... )
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He looked away. “I did it, once, you know, for training- they make you take lyrium and practice, although you don’t get addicted until you take it regularly. But when I drained him, and I felt all those feelings, that fear, and desire and want and love and hate and hunger all rolled up- it’s like being drunk on another person’s feelings.”
He continued- “You’re no mage, and I’m no Templar, but I’d make you beg me, make you tell me exactly what you want, exactly what you’re feeling, until I was drunk on you, filled with you, until I could taste your desire, your frustration, ( ... )
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I'll be in my bunk.
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It's bunk time.
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I... am so fucking KICKING myself for *working* these last 3 days.
i am *completely* speechless!!
and ... ah. you made me come in my chair. um. in my office. it was all i could do not to ... make noise. embarrassing noise.
perhaps thats TMI but.. uh. yeah i am so far past caring.
that was *exactly* what i wanted. down to the letter.
Its exactly how i imagined Alistair if he lost a little control of himself, a lot toppy, a little rude... and very very hot and dangerous. just shave away the brainwashing of the chantry and... GUH.
holy shit can you please tell me who you are because i have a very strong urge to stalk your journal now. ... possibly lick you a lot also. ok no that's creepy even from this end but... uh. the love needs to be SHOWN. *somehow*!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH for making a very horrible day orgasmically wonderful!!
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Very flattered and happy that this little tidbit was bunk-worthy (desk worthy?), and you may stalk me and all of my works at your leisure in the following locations:
My DeviantArt:
http://bit.ly/nU2hKW
My Archive of Our Own:
http://bit.ly/nHBFjF
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Lovely treat a!a
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