fadewalk | RP: Alistair (wardenalistair)

Everything was darkness.

The feeling of the cold stone against her skin was the last thing she could remember before the darkness. So much noise, so much destruction, so much pain...

A refreshing feeling ran through her body, different from any kind of healing spell she have ever known. She could hear steps, metal against the stone floor. Was the fight over? She couldn't say for sure, her limbs were heavy, she felt terribly weak and tired. But maybe a little nap could make her feel better... just a little nap.

Neria didn't know how much time had passed when she started regaining her consciousness, slowly drifting out of her dreamless sleep. There was people talking and then there was silence again. Only a familiar warmth grounding her mind to the real world.

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"Your call." she snuggled close to him, body melting comfortably by his side "I trust you know where to find me if you change you mind."

Alistair closed his lips over the tip of her closest ear and dragged his teeth along the edge lightly.

He pulled back to snort.

"Like I'm going to stop touching you at any point in the conceivable future," he snarked, lips curling. He snugged his arm around her waist and wiggled slightly until he was comfortable.

Her whole body tensed at his teeth on her ear.

"This... was... mean."

And she poked his ticklish side once.

Alistair huffed, his chest vibrating with laughter at the poke.

"Didn't I tell you I was terribly mean? The whole 'oh, that poor idiot Alistair' thing is totally assumed. Behold my true face!"

He pounced his fingers on the ticklish spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

Neria yelped, laughing and trying to move away from this touch, the arm around her waist making things a little harder. She tried to push him away from her with one free arm, but without success; he was strong and muscular as she was skilled with magic until the last drop of her mana and skinny.

Alistair anchored her with the arm around her waist and changed tactics, switching to trailing kisses down over her shoulder and arm, just light enough to be more ticklish than anything.

Neria pulled her arm back, breathe starting to falter from all the laughing and trashing, finally curling like a ball.

"M-mercy, please."

Alistair stopped his assault and rolled her over onto her back.

"As you wish," he said, smiling, and then he kissed her lips tenderly.

Neria kissed him back, still giggling and trying to catch up with her breath.

"You meanie." she tried to frown at him, but a smile was already forming in the corner of her lips.

Alistair hummed and grinned. "Yup."

He flopped back onto the bed, loose-limbed and sprawling, and let out a happy sigh.

Neria poked his side once more before curling by his side, an arm wrapped across his chest and legs thrown over his waist. She hummed, trailing the scars she could reach.

"It is awfully quiet outside." she stated, turning to reach her journal, to see what everyone was up to. "I'm also awfully hungry."

Alistair made a grumbling noise.

"There are Merediths who tried to kill you outside," he objected, tightening an arm around her middle.

"Exactly. We have a crazy templar outside and things aren't crazy. That's odd."

She managed to reach her journal despite Alistair's grip, returning to his side just like she was before, the leather covered book leaned over her bare legs so she could read it.

Alistair wrinkled his nose but did not object. He ran his fingers through her hair and leaned so he could read as she did.

She went through pages and pages without noticing anything off, until an entry asking for her aid or Anders' to help with the Knight-Commander. Neria sighed.

"See? I can't let that woman die."

Alistair put his chin on her shoulder and scowled.

"Gonna have to agree to disagree there, love," he said, his voice gone low with possessiveness.

Edited Date: 2015-09-06 03:47 am (UTC)

"I know she tried to kill me, I know she'll do a lot of bad things in Kirkwall but without those bad things a lot of good things won't happen. Besides..." she propped herself up, closing the journal "...unless you're willing to stop me..." a mischievous smile blossomed on her face "...somehow, I'll go and help. I'm not a great healer, but I did learn something with Wynne."

Alistair opened his mouth to protest violently, and then the mischievous look on her face brought him up short. He closed his mouth with a snap and gave her a confused hurt puppy look.

"Is that a trick question?" he mumbled.

"Just a little." she crawled back to him, using a finger to lift his chin to meet her mouth, speaking with their lips almost touching. "The answer is not about if I'm going to help with her, but when."

Alistair pouted. "Sneaky. You need to stop hanging around Morrigan, that's just...very sneaky."

"Turns out, vhenan, just like you have been pretending to be the good old fool Alistair, I was pretending to be the little, good mage." she winked, barely holding a grin

Alistair snorted, holding back a snicker.

"Anyone who ever thought you were just a harmless good little mage is a fool," he said, kissing her. "Miss I-set-fires-with-my-mind and kill-dragons-for-fun."

Neria chuckled, kissing him back.

"I never killed a dragon for fun, just out of need. And mistake. Who could ever thought the dragon-calling horn could really summon a high dragon?" and she kissed him again "But the fire part is true. Add veil-bending to it."

Alistair hummed. "Seeeee? My wife is terrifying. No one should cross her. Ever."

He wrinkled his nose and pulled back to eye her, suddenly realizing that if he was admitting the point, it was difficult to stand in her way. Not that he'd intended to stand in her way at all, really.

"All right, fiine, go and heal the woman." He kissed her chin. "Sure you don't want backup?"

"If she is as bad as I think, I won't need."

Neria kissed his cheek before pulling way to look for her clothes around the bed, giving Alistair some good sights of her back in the process. She stood on the other side of the bed, back turned for Alistair, to dress her smalls and trousers back, before putting her breastband in place.

"Think on the bright side, Alistair. At least I'm not going to heal Loghain. This would be really hard."