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Song Meme-ness... Wheeeeeee!
Another one of those things I wrote awhile back. It was actually really fun, and I kinda want to do it again sometime. Once all the other madness-inducing projects of my life calm down, that is. o.O
Song Meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Within Temptation- Blue Eyes
Strength. Determination. A stone amongst the seas of political turmoil. That was who she was. She was mediator, negotiator, and diplomat. Her face carefully neutral in anything and everything, there was one thing that always burned through: those eyes. Years of training, of molding, would show through those eyes. The nobles saw it, her enemies feared it, her comrades respected her it. She hated what she had to be on the floor, but she couldn't deny it. She was a noblewoman, and she would be damned if everyone in the room didn't leave knowing that fact. She did not fear what was before her, she knew they would listen; she knew they would obey. She had united the races of Ferelden, had solved dwarven politics, soothed the Dalish elves, and had nobles eating out of her hand. There was absolutely no way that they wouldn't agree with her, no matter what she said. And somewhere, deep down, she loved it.
2. White Zombie- More Human Than Human
The horde was coming. The armies saw them at the city's gates. The new king may have been timid on the floor of the Landsmeet, but on the field of battle he was raw courage, power. She felt her heart swell; felt adrenaline fly through her veins. At his call she let forth a cry of battle, rallying all who were nearby with her voice. A chorus joined her, and as one they charged forth, a wave of steel, strength and courage. She saw nothing but the masses of darkspawn, felt nothing but the splitting of their flesh by her blade, tasted nothing but the sheer force of victory. Farther and farther they pushed, more and more the enemy fell back. Good men died. Good men lived. She wasn't sure how many casualties were suffered that day, but she would be damned if she was one of them. Not before her task was done. Not before true victory was established.
3. Mandy Moore- Only Hope
"Maker," Alexiandra groaned, gripping her hair tightly, "I don't know if I can do this... it's too much to take in." Alistair said nothing, after all... what COULD he say? He had just told her she was sentenced to death by a ritual she didn't even have a choice in participating in. He remembered his own feelings at the revelation; he had been angry, even furious. She sighed, turning her eyes upward, "Thank Andraste you're here, I dare say I'd have lost my mind ages ago if you weren't.
He smiled slightly, "Well, that's what I'm here for," he stood behind her, resting his palms on her shoulders, "after all, we're in this together." She reached back slightly, resting her hands over his and smiled.
4. World of Warcraft- Invincible
The battle was over, and no sooner had the cries of victory sounded than he took off at a dead sprint toward the fort. Damn her for leaving him behind, damn her for thinking he'd do something stupid if he went with her, damn her for being right. He rushed up the stairs, past the piles of rotting flesh. Their work, her work. He burst through the doors to the rooftop, only to be frozen in his tracks. The golem came forward, holding her limp form close to it's body.
It was the dwarf who approached him, "I'm sorry lad... there was no stopping her. She's-- she's gone." He refused to believe it; he knew it was true. Riordan hadn't lied. Her body was passed to him, and he clutched her close, sinking to the stone. She was gone.
5. U2- Mysterious Ways
The last of the darkspawn fell silent, and Alexiandra had never felt such a rush. Before then, the only things that had fallen to her blade had been stuffed target dummies and very large rats. She felt safe in saying that she felt alive. So much so that she bounced in place, almost giggling in delight.
"You are a very odd woman," Daveth mused, sheathing his weapons.
"We won though! We defeated them!" Her eyes were wide in amazement, and the former-Templar with them couldn't help but chuckle silently. The rogue was right, she was quite an odd one. A mystery wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in the curves of a woman. He felt his cheeks go hot at that thought, and firmly squished it. They did still have a task to accomplish.
"Alright, alright," he smirked, "enough celebrating. You can do your little victory dance once we return to camp." She giggled once more, taking a deep breath to compose herself. He was right after all.
6. Savage Garden- Truly, Madly, Deeply
"You're not alone in this," she uttered quietly, "don't think for a moment that you're the only one who's lost something important to them." She didn't mean it as an insult, and he didn't take it as such. She knew that he grieved for Duncan; he knew that she grieved for her family that was brutally ripped out from under her. She knew he was the bastard son of a dead king; he knew she was the youngest daughter of a deceased Teyrn. Somehow, amidst all the death, destruction and running, they had fallen together... perhaps they were even thrown together by fate. Regardless of the reason, here they were, together. He brushed his fingers across her forehead and she pulled herself close, resting her cheek against his chest.
"I won't let you go, "she murmured, "I won't let you fall." He smiled at that fact, and wrapped his arms around her.
"I know," he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere either. I dare say you're stuck with me, dear lady." She chuckled warmly. She could live with that.
7. Adam Lambert- For Your Entertainment
Alexiandra raised a fair brow at the elf in front of her, "Surely you can't be serious."
"Oh but I am, dear Warden," Zevran chuckled, a slow smirk crossing his features, "and my name is not Shirley. I mean what I said; I am a man of... many talents." She rolled her eyes, turning away. Before she could take a step he was at her side, pulling her close, "Picking locks, polishing armor," his voice lowered as his breath ghosted across her ear, "warming your bed--" he pulled away, tugging her to face him, "or I can simply stand here and look pretty, as I have said before."
She stood regarding him, rolling her eyes, "We've already established that you are terrible at picking locks," she turned her chin down, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes, "but that bed-warming thing sounds... enticing."
Slight amusement mixed with shock darted over his expression for only a moment, replaced quickly by his usual facade, "Oh? I have piqued your interest, have I?"
"You could say that, I suppose," she turned back to the camp, "Hey Oghren! How'd you like your bedroll nice and toasty for the night?"
"Sounds like a plan, Warden!" a slurred and gruff voice called back.
Zevran's face blanched momentarily, then he laughed, "You are a wicked temptress, mi amora." Alexiandra chuckled lightly, walking away in satisfaction.
8. Lady Gaga- Fashion
"Come on Alexiandra," Leliana pleaded, grasping her friend's hand tightly, "We're in Denerim, amongst some of the greatest shops and markets that Ferelden has to offer! You cannot say that you do not wish to partake in a bit of girl bonding!" The female Warden rolled her eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, the bard was right. It had been ages since she had done anything to make herself happy; even longer since she had indulged in the act of shopping. Seeing that she had won, Leliana almost squealed in delight, "Wynne, Morrigan, you must join us! We'll make it a 'girl's day out'!"
"I suppose a good jaunt around the city would be good for these old bones," the elder mage mused, eyes crinkling with a smile, "count me in."
"Absolutely not," the witch snipped, "I shall not partake in your childish acts."
Alexiandra laid a hand on the witch's shoulder, "Morrigan, it's either us... or staying here with the men." Morrigan took a long hard thought about that, and decided against the lesser of two evils. With that, the women were off.
Leliana was in her element. The group of women flitted from shop to shop, trying on clothing from all over Thedas, giggling and having a genuine good time. Even Morrigan cracked a smile as Alexiandra strode out of a dressing room in a decadent Orlesian gown, fully showing off her feminine beauty normally hidden under layers of dirt, blood and armor.
The outing was outstanding, each woman purchasing a little something for themselves. Alexiandra saw Liliana paying the shop-keep for a beautiful chemise that would strike any red-blooded man speechless. Before the Warden could ask her about it, the bard smiled and passed the sack over, "You can call it a little 'gift' for Alistair... trust me, he will not be disappointed."
9. Within Temptation- Our Farewell
The sound of fighting. The smell of fire. The knowledge that their lives as they knew them were over the minute Rendon Howe betrayed them. All of this was lost in the few precious moments they had left as a broken family. It had been settled, Eleanor Cousland would stay with her husband; it was her place, she had said. Alexiandra's eyes burned with painful tears as she clutched her injured father to her.
"Do not have fear, Pup," he soothed quietly, his voice rough with pain and sadness, "you are my daughter, and I am so proud of you. You will survive here, and you will make your place in this world."
"Father--" she choked back a sob, "I... I don't think I can do this--"
He gripped her shoulders, identical eyes meeting each other, "You can Pup. I know you can. Your mother and I love you more than life itself," pulling her into an embrace, he continued, "Go with Duncan. Find your brother, and bring that traitorous bastard Howe to justice." She held him close, feeling her mother's arms wrap around them both. A crash from outside was enough to cut the moment short, as Duncan's strong hand gripped her shoulder, and she went with him. She never turned back. She never said goodbye.
10. Alexander Rybak- Fairytale
"What, you're telling me that you of all people know how to dance?" Alexiandra's brow cocked at Zevran, the one that her question had been posed to.
The would-be assassin smiled, "But of course, dear Warden. A well trained assassin is skilled in many other arts besides killing. It is how we, how should I say this... how we 'enrapture' our targets, as it were."
"Interesting..." the female Warden trailed off, shifting her gaze to Alistair, who suddenly blanched, seeing the unspoken plot in her mind. "Very well," she continued, "I believe you, but you have to prove it to me. If I'm going to teach Alistair how to dance, I need a suitable partner, after all," she hooked the elf's elbow with her arm and smirked, "Just try to keep up, alright?"
Zevran smirked, honey eyes shining in the light of the campfire, "I'll do my best, mi amora," he turned to face Leliana, who was fiddling with her lute, "My dear bard, do you think you could assist us with a tune?" She looked up, full lips blooming into a smile; she knew just the one he was thinking of.
As she began to strum, Alexiandra recognized the tune right away; it wasn't a formal dance, but it would do. Zevran took her hands and pulled her close, "I can see from your eyes that you know this routine, let us go." As they began to gracefully move around the camp area, their comrades moved back, giving them room. Alistair watched on, clearly amused at the sight.
"The point of this dance," Alexiandra explained as they twirled, "is to know your partner inside and out; to feel as one," she spun away from Zevran and into Alistair, clearly startling him. She smiled, "Your turn."
He met her smile, and began to move with her easily, as if he'd done the movements a hundred times over. Her surprise was evident as he spun her out, preparing for a move that she hadn't even spoken of, "You're quite lucky," he murmured, eyes alight with something besides the glow of the fire, "I already know this routine..." Before she had a chance to squeak in surprise, he pulled her in, sweeping his arms under her knees and in one fluid movement, lifted her to his shoulder. He spun once, and swung her down to her feet again, leaving her breathless and the camp in a boisterous roar of applause.
Her wide eyes met his and she could only smile, shaking her head, "Maker's breath but you're full of surprises."
BONUS:
11. Namie Amuro- Hide and Seek
"Oh my poor injured foot!" she howled theatrically. It was all Alistair could do to not laugh, given the situation.
The guard outside the cell stepped forward, clearly not amused, "What the hell are you sniveling about, you little pest?"
Alexiandra jutted her lip out in a pout, "My foot hurts, I think it might be broken... can you please help me?" The plan shouldn't have worked, but apparently the guard was a sucker for big blue eyes, so he leaned closer. In one fluid movement his neck was twisted, and with a resounding 'crack' he was dead. She reached through the bars, fumbling for his keys, and in a moment the cell lock clicked; they were free.
"Now, let's get the hell out of here, shall we? I'm getting sick of that smell." Alistair chuckled and shook his head. Maker but this woman was viciously adorable at the worst of times. Quickly they emptied the contents of a nearby chest containing their armor, and picked up their weapons. Now it was time to escape. They carefully made their way through the corridors of Fort Drakon, avoiding guards when they could. It wasn't an easy thing to do, they were both clad in thick plate armor after all.
Minimal fighting had been achieved, that is until they came to the main room of the fort, where they were met by a dozen guards. The two wardens turned to each other and smiled. Each erupted with a cry of battle and charged forth. Swords flew, shields rattled, men fell dead. Alexiandra and Alistair danced a dance that they knew all too well; she the raw fury of a Champion, he the powerful grace of a Templar. They continued on quickly, and as soon as they exited the room they were met with an even larger group of guards, these more heavily armed.
"Apparently, we've been making too much noise," Alexiandra growled, gripping her broadsword tightly. It didn't matter, they jumped into the fighting as easily as breathing.
As soon as it felt like they would be swallowed whole by the mob, a cone of ice erupted around them and an all-too familiar voice snipped, "Well, it seems you two cannot stay out of trouble for five minutes. 'Tis a good thing the bard and I decided to come for you after all."
Alexiandra grinned, "Impeccable timing as always Morrigan, . Let's go, we have a Landsmeet to settle."
Song Meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Within Temptation- Blue Eyes
Strength. Determination. A stone amongst the seas of political turmoil. That was who she was. She was mediator, negotiator, and diplomat. Her face carefully neutral in anything and everything, there was one thing that always burned through: those eyes. Years of training, of molding, would show through those eyes. The nobles saw it, her enemies feared it, her comrades respected her it. She hated what she had to be on the floor, but she couldn't deny it. She was a noblewoman, and she would be damned if everyone in the room didn't leave knowing that fact. She did not fear what was before her, she knew they would listen; she knew they would obey. She had united the races of Ferelden, had solved dwarven politics, soothed the Dalish elves, and had nobles eating out of her hand. There was absolutely no way that they wouldn't agree with her, no matter what she said. And somewhere, deep down, she loved it.
2. White Zombie- More Human Than Human
The horde was coming. The armies saw them at the city's gates. The new king may have been timid on the floor of the Landsmeet, but on the field of battle he was raw courage, power. She felt her heart swell; felt adrenaline fly through her veins. At his call she let forth a cry of battle, rallying all who were nearby with her voice. A chorus joined her, and as one they charged forth, a wave of steel, strength and courage. She saw nothing but the masses of darkspawn, felt nothing but the splitting of their flesh by her blade, tasted nothing but the sheer force of victory. Farther and farther they pushed, more and more the enemy fell back. Good men died. Good men lived. She wasn't sure how many casualties were suffered that day, but she would be damned if she was one of them. Not before her task was done. Not before true victory was established.
3. Mandy Moore- Only Hope
"Maker," Alexiandra groaned, gripping her hair tightly, "I don't know if I can do this... it's too much to take in." Alistair said nothing, after all... what COULD he say? He had just told her she was sentenced to death by a ritual she didn't even have a choice in participating in. He remembered his own feelings at the revelation; he had been angry, even furious. She sighed, turning her eyes upward, "Thank Andraste you're here, I dare say I'd have lost my mind ages ago if you weren't.
He smiled slightly, "Well, that's what I'm here for," he stood behind her, resting his palms on her shoulders, "after all, we're in this together." She reached back slightly, resting her hands over his and smiled.
4. World of Warcraft- Invincible
The battle was over, and no sooner had the cries of victory sounded than he took off at a dead sprint toward the fort. Damn her for leaving him behind, damn her for thinking he'd do something stupid if he went with her, damn her for being right. He rushed up the stairs, past the piles of rotting flesh. Their work, her work. He burst through the doors to the rooftop, only to be frozen in his tracks. The golem came forward, holding her limp form close to it's body.
It was the dwarf who approached him, "I'm sorry lad... there was no stopping her. She's-- she's gone." He refused to believe it; he knew it was true. Riordan hadn't lied. Her body was passed to him, and he clutched her close, sinking to the stone. She was gone.
5. U2- Mysterious Ways
The last of the darkspawn fell silent, and Alexiandra had never felt such a rush. Before then, the only things that had fallen to her blade had been stuffed target dummies and very large rats. She felt safe in saying that she felt alive. So much so that she bounced in place, almost giggling in delight.
"You are a very odd woman," Daveth mused, sheathing his weapons.
"We won though! We defeated them!" Her eyes were wide in amazement, and the former-Templar with them couldn't help but chuckle silently. The rogue was right, she was quite an odd one. A mystery wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in the curves of a woman. He felt his cheeks go hot at that thought, and firmly squished it. They did still have a task to accomplish.
"Alright, alright," he smirked, "enough celebrating. You can do your little victory dance once we return to camp." She giggled once more, taking a deep breath to compose herself. He was right after all.
6. Savage Garden- Truly, Madly, Deeply
"You're not alone in this," she uttered quietly, "don't think for a moment that you're the only one who's lost something important to them." She didn't mean it as an insult, and he didn't take it as such. She knew that he grieved for Duncan; he knew that she grieved for her family that was brutally ripped out from under her. She knew he was the bastard son of a dead king; he knew she was the youngest daughter of a deceased Teyrn. Somehow, amidst all the death, destruction and running, they had fallen together... perhaps they were even thrown together by fate. Regardless of the reason, here they were, together. He brushed his fingers across her forehead and she pulled herself close, resting her cheek against his chest.
"I won't let you go, "she murmured, "I won't let you fall." He smiled at that fact, and wrapped his arms around her.
"I know," he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere either. I dare say you're stuck with me, dear lady." She chuckled warmly. She could live with that.
7. Adam Lambert- For Your Entertainment
Alexiandra raised a fair brow at the elf in front of her, "Surely you can't be serious."
"Oh but I am, dear Warden," Zevran chuckled, a slow smirk crossing his features, "and my name is not Shirley. I mean what I said; I am a man of... many talents." She rolled her eyes, turning away. Before she could take a step he was at her side, pulling her close, "Picking locks, polishing armor," his voice lowered as his breath ghosted across her ear, "warming your bed--" he pulled away, tugging her to face him, "or I can simply stand here and look pretty, as I have said before."
She stood regarding him, rolling her eyes, "We've already established that you are terrible at picking locks," she turned her chin down, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes, "but that bed-warming thing sounds... enticing."
Slight amusement mixed with shock darted over his expression for only a moment, replaced quickly by his usual facade, "Oh? I have piqued your interest, have I?"
"You could say that, I suppose," she turned back to the camp, "Hey Oghren! How'd you like your bedroll nice and toasty for the night?"
"Sounds like a plan, Warden!" a slurred and gruff voice called back.
Zevran's face blanched momentarily, then he laughed, "You are a wicked temptress, mi amora." Alexiandra chuckled lightly, walking away in satisfaction.
8. Lady Gaga- Fashion
"Come on Alexiandra," Leliana pleaded, grasping her friend's hand tightly, "We're in Denerim, amongst some of the greatest shops and markets that Ferelden has to offer! You cannot say that you do not wish to partake in a bit of girl bonding!" The female Warden rolled her eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, the bard was right. It had been ages since she had done anything to make herself happy; even longer since she had indulged in the act of shopping. Seeing that she had won, Leliana almost squealed in delight, "Wynne, Morrigan, you must join us! We'll make it a 'girl's day out'!"
"I suppose a good jaunt around the city would be good for these old bones," the elder mage mused, eyes crinkling with a smile, "count me in."
"Absolutely not," the witch snipped, "I shall not partake in your childish acts."
Alexiandra laid a hand on the witch's shoulder, "Morrigan, it's either us... or staying here with the men." Morrigan took a long hard thought about that, and decided against the lesser of two evils. With that, the women were off.
Leliana was in her element. The group of women flitted from shop to shop, trying on clothing from all over Thedas, giggling and having a genuine good time. Even Morrigan cracked a smile as Alexiandra strode out of a dressing room in a decadent Orlesian gown, fully showing off her feminine beauty normally hidden under layers of dirt, blood and armor.
The outing was outstanding, each woman purchasing a little something for themselves. Alexiandra saw Liliana paying the shop-keep for a beautiful chemise that would strike any red-blooded man speechless. Before the Warden could ask her about it, the bard smiled and passed the sack over, "You can call it a little 'gift' for Alistair... trust me, he will not be disappointed."
9. Within Temptation- Our Farewell
The sound of fighting. The smell of fire. The knowledge that their lives as they knew them were over the minute Rendon Howe betrayed them. All of this was lost in the few precious moments they had left as a broken family. It had been settled, Eleanor Cousland would stay with her husband; it was her place, she had said. Alexiandra's eyes burned with painful tears as she clutched her injured father to her.
"Do not have fear, Pup," he soothed quietly, his voice rough with pain and sadness, "you are my daughter, and I am so proud of you. You will survive here, and you will make your place in this world."
"Father--" she choked back a sob, "I... I don't think I can do this--"
He gripped her shoulders, identical eyes meeting each other, "You can Pup. I know you can. Your mother and I love you more than life itself," pulling her into an embrace, he continued, "Go with Duncan. Find your brother, and bring that traitorous bastard Howe to justice." She held him close, feeling her mother's arms wrap around them both. A crash from outside was enough to cut the moment short, as Duncan's strong hand gripped her shoulder, and she went with him. She never turned back. She never said goodbye.
10. Alexander Rybak- Fairytale
"What, you're telling me that you of all people know how to dance?" Alexiandra's brow cocked at Zevran, the one that her question had been posed to.
The would-be assassin smiled, "But of course, dear Warden. A well trained assassin is skilled in many other arts besides killing. It is how we, how should I say this... how we 'enrapture' our targets, as it were."
"Interesting..." the female Warden trailed off, shifting her gaze to Alistair, who suddenly blanched, seeing the unspoken plot in her mind. "Very well," she continued, "I believe you, but you have to prove it to me. If I'm going to teach Alistair how to dance, I need a suitable partner, after all," she hooked the elf's elbow with her arm and smirked, "Just try to keep up, alright?"
Zevran smirked, honey eyes shining in the light of the campfire, "I'll do my best, mi amora," he turned to face Leliana, who was fiddling with her lute, "My dear bard, do you think you could assist us with a tune?" She looked up, full lips blooming into a smile; she knew just the one he was thinking of.
As she began to strum, Alexiandra recognized the tune right away; it wasn't a formal dance, but it would do. Zevran took her hands and pulled her close, "I can see from your eyes that you know this routine, let us go." As they began to gracefully move around the camp area, their comrades moved back, giving them room. Alistair watched on, clearly amused at the sight.
"The point of this dance," Alexiandra explained as they twirled, "is to know your partner inside and out; to feel as one," she spun away from Zevran and into Alistair, clearly startling him. She smiled, "Your turn."
He met her smile, and began to move with her easily, as if he'd done the movements a hundred times over. Her surprise was evident as he spun her out, preparing for a move that she hadn't even spoken of, "You're quite lucky," he murmured, eyes alight with something besides the glow of the fire, "I already know this routine..." Before she had a chance to squeak in surprise, he pulled her in, sweeping his arms under her knees and in one fluid movement, lifted her to his shoulder. He spun once, and swung her down to her feet again, leaving her breathless and the camp in a boisterous roar of applause.
Her wide eyes met his and she could only smile, shaking her head, "Maker's breath but you're full of surprises."
BONUS:
11. Namie Amuro- Hide and Seek
"Oh my poor injured foot!" she howled theatrically. It was all Alistair could do to not laugh, given the situation.
The guard outside the cell stepped forward, clearly not amused, "What the hell are you sniveling about, you little pest?"
Alexiandra jutted her lip out in a pout, "My foot hurts, I think it might be broken... can you please help me?" The plan shouldn't have worked, but apparently the guard was a sucker for big blue eyes, so he leaned closer. In one fluid movement his neck was twisted, and with a resounding 'crack' he was dead. She reached through the bars, fumbling for his keys, and in a moment the cell lock clicked; they were free.
"Now, let's get the hell out of here, shall we? I'm getting sick of that smell." Alistair chuckled and shook his head. Maker but this woman was viciously adorable at the worst of times. Quickly they emptied the contents of a nearby chest containing their armor, and picked up their weapons. Now it was time to escape. They carefully made their way through the corridors of Fort Drakon, avoiding guards when they could. It wasn't an easy thing to do, they were both clad in thick plate armor after all.
Minimal fighting had been achieved, that is until they came to the main room of the fort, where they were met by a dozen guards. The two wardens turned to each other and smiled. Each erupted with a cry of battle and charged forth. Swords flew, shields rattled, men fell dead. Alexiandra and Alistair danced a dance that they knew all too well; she the raw fury of a Champion, he the powerful grace of a Templar. They continued on quickly, and as soon as they exited the room they were met with an even larger group of guards, these more heavily armed.
"Apparently, we've been making too much noise," Alexiandra growled, gripping her broadsword tightly. It didn't matter, they jumped into the fighting as easily as breathing.
As soon as it felt like they would be swallowed whole by the mob, a cone of ice erupted around them and an all-too familiar voice snipped, "Well, it seems you two cannot stay out of trouble for five minutes. 'Tis a good thing the bard and I decided to come for you after all."
Alexiandra grinned, "Impeccable timing as always Morrigan, . Let's go, we have a Landsmeet to settle."
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We don't let Shimmy do songfic memes. XD
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And you completely picked out my top favorites too XD Great minds think alike? Maybe? lol!