Fanart: Was It All Worth It (commission from a good friend)

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Oh my dear friends, Ashley is in a wonderful mood today, and I shall share with you why!  Awhile back my dear friend Sarah started offering commissions.  She's a fantastic artist, and since I had some extra cash laying around, I told her I'd love one!  I had just written up the fic bearing the title that this post has, and decided I wanted something drawn from that.

The INSANE woman that she is, she decided to make a mini comic out of it!  It took her a really long time to do, and I am SO thankful and happy with how it turned out.  If anybody is interested, her devart page is on the bottom of the comic, and she's a sweetheart to work with!


This is based toward the end of the little ficlet it's from.

 

He stumbled backward and felt his whole body freeze in a block of ice, “No--” Eyes wide, he snapped his vision toward her as she backed away from him, toward the dying Archdemon, “NO! LEXIE STOP!”

 

Morrigan held strong, feeling him fight to dispel the effect. She gritted her teeth, but it was no use. The ice shattered, and the ex-Templar sent out a wave of cleansing, not allowing her to renew it. She cursed, but saw that Alexiandra had more than enough of a head start.

 

She heard him screaming behind her, but she didn't stop. Grabbing a fallen sword, she didn't care that it wasn't hers. Locking eyes with the beast, it roared in one final defiance as she dodged it's weakening jaws, sliding under it's slender neck to pierce a long cut down the soft flesh. Panting she stood above it, eyes catching the desperate ones of Alistair. Before he could reach her, she roared in defiance, plunging the sword through the Archdemon's skull.

 

“Maker DAMN it,” Alistair roared, skidding to a halt. His thoughts were strewn eight ways from Summersday as Alexiandra struck the final blow, a column of white, blinding light erupting from both her and the Archdemon. He shielded his eyes, trying to see her form through the light, yet to no avail. Suddenly, the light swelled, seemingly exploding in an earth-shattering blast wave that sent a shuddering groan deep through the tower itself. How the structure kept standing after such a feat was unfathomable, but that was hardly the thought at the forefront of everyone's minds.

 

When the light subsided, the Archdemon lay dead. Wynne collapsed out of pure exhaustion, caught by First Enchanter Irving, who had managed to bring a few mages to the top of the fort too little too late. Seeing that she would live, he sent a couple healers after the rest of the survivors and the two Wardens.

 

Alistair saw none of this transpire; he had begun digging through the piles of rubble that had been brought down by the blast, screaming out to Alexiandra. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, and still he saw no sign of her. His eyes half-blind with tears, he paused as he saw Aindrias furiously digging at a pile near the far wall of the fort. The mabari's paws were beginning to bleed from digging through solid rock, the beast's barking and howling growing more hoarse with each attempt. Aindrias was obviously after something, and Alistair soon joined him in his search.

 

Soon enough, the two managed to unearth an arm, “Oh Maker's mercy,” Alistair breathed, carefully pulling stones away from the limb. He began to count his blessings as he found it still attached to a shoulder, that was attached to a neck, that was attached to a full body. Eventually, Alexiandra was unearthed, and unconscious. Shucking his gauntlets, Alistair felt for a pulse, and almost laughed when he found one, “Lexie, oh Maker... Lexie please,” he felt the burning lines of tears down his dirt-streaked and blood-covered face as he tapped her cheeks gently, watching for any sort of response.

 

There, a fluttering of eyelashes; she was coming to. Before he could shout his thanks, she coughed violently, spitting blood most unceremoniously across his face and chest, “Oh come on... I thought the dashing hero was supposed to get a kiss from the damsel! Not... you know, puked on.”

 

“I--” her voice was gritty, her throat felt like she had swallowed an entire fireball, “A-Alistair? Is that you?”

 

“Yes it's me,” he hated himself for it, but he felt his anger welling up to the surface, “just what the hell were you thinking? I thought we discussed this whole spur-of-the-moment decision-making problem of yours?” He gripped her to him tightly, a choking sob escaping his lips, “you are never, ever to do something that idiotic ever again. Do you understand?”

 

She groaned, “I-I'm sorry... I--” She couldn't finish her sentence, as she suddenly found his lips covering hers, the kiss hard and passionate. His arms were like a vice, never wanting to let go.

 

“--so mad at you,” he breathed against her lips, covering every inch of her face that he could, “--so happy you're alive... love you... don't ever-- please...” he couldn't tell whose tears were whose by that time, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes louder than anything she could have voiced.

 

The whole fic can be read here if you're interested!  Now let's just cross our fingers that Ashley's technologically inclined enough to post this right without borking the front page... lol.