#athelliese

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happy DADWC friday, sending you “i‘m not gonna get much sleep tonight, am i?” for athell and anneliese

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Thank you for this prompt! It really came at a wonderful time and I knew I just had to write it tonight!

Words: 423

The fireplace crackled, a welcomed sound in the silence that had filled the room. 

Anneliese had joined Athell in her bed, laying together as Anneliese’s fingers carded through Athell’s hair. It would be hard to sleep with her so near, Athell knew that simply from the nights they spent in one another’s tents so long ago. 

“I am not getting much sleep tonight, am I?”

“No..” Anneliese shook her head, running her fingers through the loose strands once more. “Not really. Four years in the Fade, I think you have been sleeping long enough.”

“Alright.” Athell sat up with a soft chuckle, turning her head towards Anneliese as light strands filtered through the warrior queen’s fingers. “What is it that you’re dragging me into?”

Anneliese had paused for a moment, brushing some hair away from Athell’s eyes in thought. There was a flicker in those green eyes, something that Athell couldn’t pin down for the life of her. 

“Athell…” Anneliese’s hand found the back of Athell’s neck, firm and steady to hold her in place. “I don’t want to drag you into anything… I would prefer to hold your hand and walk with you for a change.”

Athell’s brows slightly furrowed, eyes blinking as she searched for answers in Anneliese’s gaze. 

“That’s not what I meant—”

It was sudden, Anneliese’s fingers tightening in Athell’s hair as she was silenced with the crashing of their lips.

All the breath in Athell’s lungs had been stolen, her eyes closing to keep the room from spinning. 

Athell made an attempt to pull away, shaking her head as she could barely think straight. “Anneliese…”

“Don’t.” The word came out soft, softer than anything that Athell had heard before, “Don’t run from me now…”

Athell blinked again, a sharp pain prickling its way to her heart. She had been so focused on her own feelings, on her own circumstances, that she hadn’t considered just how hard it must’ve been for anyone else… Especially for Anneliese.

“I won’t.” Athell promised, reaching out and cupping Anneliese’s cheek. “I wouldn’t dare run from you.”

Athell leaned in, kissing Anneliese back just to prove it. Soft, unbelievably so in comparison to the rest of her. 

This… It had been the feeling Athell had spent years wondering what it was like. To be the one Anneliese had loved, even for a stolen moment.

Athell was pulled closer, trying not to fall clumsily into Anneliese’s lap. 

It felt real, the war was finally over and she could finally live…

And truly be at peace.

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Actually forgot about this

Athell: I have been here before. Well, not here, here.

Solas: Of course not, this is far from parts you may have wandered.

Athell: Have you ever encountered a Sloth demon? Or perhaps you have ventured the Fade to bring your friends back from things that they had desired the most?

Solas: Forget I said anything.

i just read this snippet where Anneliese is in tears on the day of her wedding because her parents wouldn't there and realized. in the fade, the sloth demon would probably have created a dream where everyone is alive and well and there with her. and in the shared worldstate, if Athell got out of the trap first, she would have to be the one to take Anneliese from there. where Anneliese was the happiest Athell has ever seen her. how. how does the doomed yuri get even more heartbreaking

girl....i hadnt even..... i handnt even thought of that......i.........

@championofthefade get your ass over here, the doomed yuri got even sadder

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Hiiii happy DADWC 😊 For Doomed Yuri, from the vulnerability dialogue list: Cuddling but its them on top resting their ear over ur heart and listening to its beats

- asexualtabris 💜

Happy Friday! | @dadrunkwriting

Wrote a little Doomed Yuri for this and it was certainly a cute idea!

Words: 205

Precious moments were rare and few. Athell knew this well, knowing that her life was  going to rely on these few little moments. 

Anneliese often found her way into Athell’s room, in her bed with Zevran and Alistair. They would sprawl out in a small heap of limbs, staying close and taking up as much space as possible. 

That night had been no different. Except for Anneliese’s head pillowed on Athell’s chest. 

“You’re thinking again.” Anneliese murmured, eyes closed but not yet asleep, unlike Alistair who snored like a mabari beside them. 

“As one tends to do.” Athell’s fingers carded through Anneliese’s hair, dark strands filtering through her fingers as her mind wandered. 

They haven’t really spoken much of Athell’s time in the Fade, everyone’s relief that she survived outweighed the fact that she made a choice to stay. She still had yet to discuss it with Carver, during their morning routine of breakfast and sparring. 

“The Fade made my magic burn hotter, harder to control.” Athell started, playing with Anneliese’s hair. “The Nightmare only served its purpose, often giving me dreams within dreams, strange as it were.”

“Athell…”

“I know.” She shook her head, humming softly. “But you’ll worry regardless. Not much changes that…”

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hello! how about "I didn't mean it." with your surana?

Happy Friday! | @dadrunkwriting

Another one from the depths of the shared worldstate I'm working on with @thewardenisonthecase! It's very rough, as I lost my train of thought during planning this out but it was fun to think about!

TW: Suggestive

Words: 271

“You’re strangely quiet today.”

“I’m trying to decide what color would go with your eyes. Perhaps a pink.”

“Are you attempting to dress me in your mind?”

“I’m attempting to undress you too.”

It was the stupidest thing that had ever left her mouth. Athell had to bury her face in her makeshift pillow that night and scream from how ridiculous that it sounded. 

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“Is the attempting to undress me only in your mind, or will you try it in the real world too?” Anneliese had Athell backed up against the tree, leaning with one hand pressed against the trunk. 

The silence brought itself on their shoulders, Athell’s eyes averted to the ground. Her cheeks were burning pink, no doubt the tips of her ears were flushed with a similar color. She had little escape, without looking like an even bigger fool than what she already had felt for making the comment in the first place. 

“I didn’t mean it.” Athell attempted, clearing her throat as she braved a look to Anneliese’s face. All she found there was the smugness, a challenge to what was said between them. 

“So, you’re a coward.”

Coward. If her face was not already red, that would have made it worse. Worse than anything, in fact. 

“I never said that.” 

“No, but you did just say that you didn’t mean it. Either you meant it, and you want it, or you did not. Which is it?”

“This is not the way I wanted to go about it.” 

“Okay… Would it be better if I stood over there for you to try again?”

“Don’t embarrass me, Anneliese.”

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If Athell was the Warden Contact instead of Stroud. (Anneliese belongs to @thewardenisonthecase)

Transcript under the cut

Hawke: I would like to introduce you to Warden-Commander Athell Surana, veteran of the Fifth Blight.

Athell: I report to Warden-Commander Clarel now. I haven’t been called ‘Commander’ in some time. There’s no need for formalities, Hawke.

Hawke (If Carver is a Grey Warden): You did save my brother.

Hawke (If Bethany is a Grey Warden): You did save my sister.

Athell: Not exactly what I would call joining the Wardens to be.

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Athell: You’re glaring, Hawke.

Hawke: You didn’t tell me about the Calling. If I recall, that’s pretty bad.

Athell (If Carver is a Grey Warden): If I wanted to worry you, I would. But I assure you, your brother is safe.

Athell (If Bethany is a Grey Warden): If I wanted to worry you, I would. But I assure you, your sister is safe.

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Athell: The crown is going to kill me.

Hawke: That is if the crown can reach you.

Athell: Not helping, Hawke.

Hawke: And you said that you were friends with the King and Queen of Ferelden?

Athell: You haven’t met Anneliese, I take it.

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Hawke: So, you do know where the queen is. I hear Ferelden has spent some time without her in recent years.

Athell: I was with her before this. Issues were arising. I may not be in charge now, but I had a responsibility.

Hawke: And yet, you’ve not said a word about her.

Athell: She left the Wardens for a reason.

Hawke: No one ever truly leaves the Grey Wardens.

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Hiii happy DADWC 😊 from the romantic angst list for doomed yuri: i have no right to love you, but i do

- asexualtabris 💜

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A small AU for our beloved Doomed Yuri! Mixed both prompts together as it went well together

Words: 434

Highever in mid-spring was at its liveliest. 

Between the tourneys and the matchmaking, there was never a shortage for what a young lady to be excited about. 

Coming from Kinloch Hold, Athell was given the unique opportunity to become the court mage for the Couslands. And with opportunities, it seemed, Athell would find herself in trouble. 

“Do you desire it?” 

Athell did not answer, nor did she think that she should. After spending most of the afternoon staring as Anneliese collected favors from ladies, it was something that had crossed her mind once or twice. 

“Athell…”

“Should I say it aloud? What would that change between us? Shall I shout it from the rooftops that I crave it? Your favor, your touch… You…”

“Perhaps not from the rooftops. But to me, as I deserve to hear it.”

There was a moment that passed in silence, where the two were staring at each other unwavering. Anneliese’s armor glinted in the flickering lantern light, a reminder that the festivities were still in progress.

“Do you desire it?” Athell echoed Anneliese’s question back at her, running a hand through her hair as she was the first to look away. “There’s not a shortage of those who desire your attention, Anneliese.”

It wasn’t something Athell could easily ignore, while ladies often did give Anneliese their undivided attention and some form of token, a favor. A sword often at Anneliese’s side had a ribbon or several, all colors of varying shades of Highever blue.

“That doesn’t answer my question, Athell.” Anneliese leaned in close, her face inches away from Athell’s. “I asked if you desire me. Not half of Highever.”

A moment, small and fleeting, Athell could not bear the tone. If it were disappointment, she would not be able to bear it. 

Athell finally decided, for once, she would not tuck tail and run. For once, for that small, fleeting moment, she was brave enough. 

Her hand cupped Anneliese’s cheek, her thumb rubbing against the surface before leaning in. A quick, small peck, hardly a press, hardly anything more. To brave those waters.

“I have no right to love you.” Athell whispered into the space between their lips. “But I do, Anneliese. And it’s terrifying.”

“I’d rather it be terrifying than it be easy. Because it means it’s worth something.”

Anneliese did not let Athell go too far, pulling the mage back close into another kiss. A little more firm than the one before, more assured. 

Athell sucked in a relieved breath, for at least there was the assurance that she was not being rejected in her affections.

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Happy DADWC! How about “i never should have left your side, not for a second.” from the reuniting lovers list for any of your couples :)

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A little Doomed Yuri for this prompt co-signed by @thewardenisonthecase for helping this along.

Words: 565

Time was a precious thing. 

She had been thankful, for all the well wishes and the support that came with her return from the Fade. Zevran and Anneliese would take turns coming into her room in the night to check on her, Carver spent hours in the day telling her stories of the times that she had missed. 

The evening had settled, the shuffling of feet and doors had grown quiet. Athell, propped up against pillows with a Varric Tethras novel that she had been given as a gift, for not dying, as Carver had put it, did not expect the light knock on the door before it creaked open. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” Anneliese had entered, the door clicking softly behind her. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Athell countered, closing the book and setting it onto the nightstand. 

“I would.” Anneliese walked over to the chair kept at the bedside, sitting down as she placed a small stack of books on top of the blanket. “Had it not been for these.”

The covers were worn, old but well taken care of. Athell’s fingers followed the cover of the top one, confused. “What are these?”

“I was hoping you would be able to tell me that… Leliana had sent them about a year after you… After your letter arrived.”

Athell looked up from the covers, hands freezing in place. Her journals, yellowed pages from time, had been in the care of the one person it terrified her the most to have. Leliana had good intentions, no doubt, but those good intentions had the tips of Athell’s ears and her cheeks heating up.

“Anneliese...”

“I couldn’t bring myself to read them.” Anneliese waved her hand gently, shaking her head. “It didn’t feel right… To read it without you here.”

“Even though you didn’t know if I was coming back?”

Anneliese looked at the journals, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I was tempted, many times. I would look at these, and I'd remember how you'd sit by the fire, scribbling away while no one looked.” She looked at Athell, eyes soft. “These journals...I felt like they were sacred to you. It felt wrong to read them, even if you weren’t here. It was as if I was invading your privacy, I couldn't do it.”

Athell sat back against the pillows, blinking in as she stared at Anneliese. Even if Athell wouldn’t have returned, the thought of Anneliese never knowing… It was a sweet notion, though utterly sickening to think about. 

“You… should.” Athell nodded slowly, her hand lingering on the cover. “You should read them, Anneliese. I know that I can’t make up for the time lost, and I regret that I ever left your side. But this… You deserve to know why Leliana sent them to you.”

It was the best and worst thing that she could have said, her hands lifting the journals and holding them out to Anneliese. There was a time when she would have shuddered at the thought of letting Anneliese read the words, her words, her feelings. But they were older, time a chasm with a rope bridge between them. 

“Are you sure about this?” Anneliese gently took the journals from Athell’s hand, hesitant.

Athell nodded once more, scooting over and patting the bed beside her. “I have had enough secrets between us, if it’s all the same to you.”

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now that im sitting here thinking about it:

ratthell - would hold gently like a burger

helian - they're so stupid and dumb and i love them

athelliese - WILL YOU TWO KISS ALREADY

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Doomed Yuri upon Ye (Anneliese belongs to @thewardenisonthecase)

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it kills me that athell left zevran with anneliese to protect her because like. "i trust you with my life" is big, but "i trust you with the life of the one i love" is. is there a higher honour to be bestowed. is there a greater badge of trust

AUGH! It really is. Athell kinda attached to Anneliese since they went through the Joining together, and knowing that there was the chance they’d live their lives side by side turned into having to be separated… Yeah. There’s so much trust there.

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Athell's Letter to Anneliese

This is a letter I wrote since Athell ended up being left in the Fade (And its the reason why I wrote the journal entries).

Anneliese belongs to @thewardenisonthecase

Anneliese, 

I know what you might think when you read this, I have no doubt that Leliana would write something to go with this when the time comes. I just hope that the event of you reading this never happens.

Templars with red lyrium infused with them, Corypheus’ false Calling… We’ve set our sights to Adamant, where the bulk of the Grey Wardens that are under the darkspawn magister’s influence have gathered. Blood magic to summon demons, I do not foresee this turning out well for us.

I am sorry, dear friend. For I have gone and got involved in matters that have proven to be greater than I can handle. I should have stayed, as you asked. Should have let matters rest. All I can think now is how much time I’ve left things unsaid. 

I should have sent Hawke’s letter off to another Warden, one more equipped to handle these matters. But I am here, waiting for the Herald’s decision on when we are to depart to the Fortress. And I only find myself wishing I had remained with you. 

We had outrun the Calling for as long as possible, chasing down the cure as if it were the last thing we might do. I wouldn’t trade the time we’ve spent together for anything, but I would trade everything just to live it again with you. 

Live, Anneliese. Do so in memory, as well as present.

Forever Yours, 

Athell.

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Athell's Keepsake Entry #2

[9:30 Dragon]

We finally found a place to make camp, finding a moment for some respite. 

Sometimes, I forget what it was like to live in the Circle now that I am out, walking around. It feels like I’ve seen half of Ferelden by now, with all the things we’ve accomplished in these past few months. 

The Circle… I don’t wish to think about that place. Too dreadful how it fell apart. 

Anneliese and Alistair seem to be growing closer, even before we knew he is King Maric’s bastard son. They do make a charming pair, even though I’ll admit that I wish it weren’t so. 

Why couldn’t Morrigan turn him into a toad? It would have been funny, at least. Why did he have to be a royal bastard?

There’s no sense of jealousy, I know. But how can I not feel as I do? 

She is beautiful, and strong. I feel a mess at times, trying to talk to her without thinking about how vibrant her eyes are. I think I might have a staring problem. Though, I am uncertain if it is a welcomed problem to have.

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out of all the ships in your worldstates, which one is your favorite?

hi!

you might be thinking, well, surely you have a favorite. but the thing is its either i understand the dynamic in the ship and can write it or im playing with different ideas to find the dynamic.

athelliese- athell x anneliese is a dynamic and wonderful ship that myself and @thewardenisonthecase play around with because it just sort of happened that way. i love them to bits and pieces with their doomedness, which makes it all the more rewarding when they finally do end up being in a relationship.

athell x anneliese x alistair x zevran falls into the im still playing around with category. trying to figure out just how each of them fit together is fun and i already have a few ideas that make me want to bite my keyboard.

helian- lonan x helia (helia belonging to @fadeling) is a ship that is also in the still playing around with category. they are super cute to me and i adore their little obvious pining x oblivious thing that they have going on. it's cute to me and they deserve all the goodness and happiness im being so real.

ratthell- rat x athell (rat belonging to @sha-brytols) is also another still playing around with it. the brosca and surana backgrounds really lend itself to the "we're going to be experiencing the world together" vibes, and shared experiences like first snow just makes me want to vibrate into the sun.

now i have to go writing, thank you for the brainworms anon.

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Athell's Keepsake #27

[9:41]

Crestwood was a promising meeting spot, had it not been wet and full of corpses. I think I’m starting to regret not listening to Anneliese. 

I have found shelter in a cave, while Hawke goes to meet with this Herald of Andraste. I have written to Leliana about where I am, and to not worry too much about sending word to Anneliese yet. I hope that there is no need for it.

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The Herald of Andraste turned out to be a really tall qunari woman. I think Anneliese would’ve been blown away that there was someone who was taller than her. 

The Western Approach is our next stop in this plan to stop Corypheus, and it is starting to feel like the further I get away from Ferelden, the more homesick I get. 

Being away from Zevran has been proven difficult in the last year, though I know that he is safe with Anneliese, and Anneliese is safe with him.

I will not lie, I miss Carver as well. I think he grew on me.

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Athell's Keepsake Entry #20

Featuring a little note from Anneliese, written by @thewardenisonthecase

You’ve been a good friend, and my mother would frown if I didn’t give you anything for Wintersend. 

Wherever this journey takes us, I am glad that we’re doing it side by side.  I don’t know that it would be the same if you were someone else. Thank you, Athell, for being the incredible being you are. 

Hopefully, you’ll be able to write many more…whatever is it that you write in your journal with this. 

Forever yours, 

Anneliese

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Anneliese married Alistair today. 

With Zevran’s advice, I was able to attend without drawing attention to myself. Though, there was a moment where I thought she had looked back and saw me. I froze like a fool, of course.

Even after all the time we’ve spent together, she still gets me. In ways I did not think possible. 

I have asked Alistair to look after her, to do what I cannot. He offered for me to stay, to be a part of the ceremony, but I refused. My melancholy would have ruined such a wonderful day. 

She looked beautiful, as Anneliese always does. I wish I had been able to tell her that myself, but I am certain Alistair will do it plenty for me. 

Carver, however, was less than pleased that we stopped in Denerim. He’s anxious to get back to his sisters, to at least tell them that he lived, and I cannot blame him. 

I told him about my time with the Grey Warden, Duncan, and how short that time was. What the point had been, Grey Wardens aren’t often given the luxury to be around familiar faces for long. 

I don’t know if the message got through to him, but his letter was sent off as he requested. I hope he doesn’t grow to resent me for this life he now lives. Because at least, he lives. 

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As said by @thewardenisonthecase, doomed yuri upon the world in a nutshell