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peopleofthedas2011-05-26 04:05 pm
bellaknoti) wrote in peopleofthedas2011-05-26 04:05 pm
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fanfic: Temptation
Title: Temptation
Rating: K
Summary: It can be so hard to resist the one you love.
a/n: I wrote this a loooong time ago, when I first joined the fandom. I realized I haven't posted it here, so I thought I'd drag it out.
It was right there. It smelled so good. So he picked it up. It was soft, and sweet, and it was the perfect thing. She was going to love it. But then he was filled with doubt. He liked to look at it, and think about it. But everyone loves things that are soft and sweet, right?
Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
He shouldn't keep it for himself, should he? What if he did?
He carried it around for a while, thinking about it. It just never seemed to be a good time. Every time he looked at it, he wanted to give it to her, but she was always so busy, talking to other people, doing other things, fretting about the future, helping people, fixing problems.
He loved her so much. She really could do no wrong. He would follow her, faithfully, anywhere she wanted to go. He would fight beside her, do anything she asked. He loved it when she would sit next to him, and talk to him, confide in him. He always listened carefully, remembered everything she said. She was so important to him.
No one else had ever been so important. His whole world revolved around her, and anything she wanted, anything. If he could give it to her, he would, he would move heaven and earth to get her what she wanted, just to see her smile, to hear her say that she appreciated him.
But how would she react to this? He had never given her a present before. Would she like it? What if she disapproved? His heart went cold at the idea. A look of disapproval from her always made him feel so small.
So he procrastinated.
He kept following her, kept being there for her. He carried her when she was too tired or hurt to move on her own. He looked after her, guarded her back, listened to her woes and cares, and tried to help anyone she thought was important. He felt so protective of her, how vulnerable she could be, especially in the night, on watch, when she would cry on his shoulder about all the things she had lost, all that she loved. It made him so angry. He wanted to kill all the things that made her sad, but you can't kill ideas, memories, dreams. He watches her with concerned eyes, and waits, waits for a good time.
He acts silly, tries to make her laugh, and feels extremely rewarded when he is successful. Nothing makes him happier than when he's able to make her smile. Her laugh is a balm to the part of him that agonizes over her every hurt. Her wounds, those are things that can be tended to, but the pain in her soul is harder, and it makes him so very, very happy when he can help her forget it, even for just a few minutes.
But what if she didn't want a gift like this? What if she only didn't like it because it was from him? That would break his heart. Her love was all that mattered to him, all that he wanted. He needed her, and the direction she provided in his life. He needed to feel useful, to feel worthwhile. He couldn't imagine a life without her. To lose her would break him in half. He would never be the same.
All the danger she throws herself into, she has to be guarded. No one else could ever protect her as well as he could. It was his job. He had been the first one, who had been protecting her the longest. All the others that she had gathered along the way were more or less interlopers. He liked some of them well enough... particularly Leliana and Wynne. They were always kind to him. He didn't even mind Sten so much, fearsome as he was. He protected his Warden very well, and so was worthy of respect, even if he wasn't always very companionable.
It was time. He had to give her the gift. He'd carried it around for far too long, just looking at it and wondering if she would like it. He was resolved. The time is now. He walked over to her, and presented his gift, watching her reaction very carefully.
"Cake! Excellent!" Her approval was all he needed to feel like a new dog.
Rating: K
Summary: It can be so hard to resist the one you love.
a/n: I wrote this a loooong time ago, when I first joined the fandom. I realized I haven't posted it here, so I thought I'd drag it out.
It was right there. It smelled so good. So he picked it up. It was soft, and sweet, and it was the perfect thing. She was going to love it. But then he was filled with doubt. He liked to look at it, and think about it. But everyone loves things that are soft and sweet, right?
Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
He shouldn't keep it for himself, should he? What if he did?
He carried it around for a while, thinking about it. It just never seemed to be a good time. Every time he looked at it, he wanted to give it to her, but she was always so busy, talking to other people, doing other things, fretting about the future, helping people, fixing problems.
He loved her so much. She really could do no wrong. He would follow her, faithfully, anywhere she wanted to go. He would fight beside her, do anything she asked. He loved it when she would sit next to him, and talk to him, confide in him. He always listened carefully, remembered everything she said. She was so important to him.
No one else had ever been so important. His whole world revolved around her, and anything she wanted, anything. If he could give it to her, he would, he would move heaven and earth to get her what she wanted, just to see her smile, to hear her say that she appreciated him.
But how would she react to this? He had never given her a present before. Would she like it? What if she disapproved? His heart went cold at the idea. A look of disapproval from her always made him feel so small.
So he procrastinated.
He kept following her, kept being there for her. He carried her when she was too tired or hurt to move on her own. He looked after her, guarded her back, listened to her woes and cares, and tried to help anyone she thought was important. He felt so protective of her, how vulnerable she could be, especially in the night, on watch, when she would cry on his shoulder about all the things she had lost, all that she loved. It made him so angry. He wanted to kill all the things that made her sad, but you can't kill ideas, memories, dreams. He watches her with concerned eyes, and waits, waits for a good time.
He acts silly, tries to make her laugh, and feels extremely rewarded when he is successful. Nothing makes him happier than when he's able to make her smile. Her laugh is a balm to the part of him that agonizes over her every hurt. Her wounds, those are things that can be tended to, but the pain in her soul is harder, and it makes him so very, very happy when he can help her forget it, even for just a few minutes.
But what if she didn't want a gift like this? What if she only didn't like it because it was from him? That would break his heart. Her love was all that mattered to him, all that he wanted. He needed her, and the direction she provided in his life. He needed to feel useful, to feel worthwhile. He couldn't imagine a life without her. To lose her would break him in half. He would never be the same.
All the danger she throws herself into, she has to be guarded. No one else could ever protect her as well as he could. It was his job. He had been the first one, who had been protecting her the longest. All the others that she had gathered along the way were more or less interlopers. He liked some of them well enough... particularly Leliana and Wynne. They were always kind to him. He didn't even mind Sten so much, fearsome as he was. He protected his Warden very well, and so was worthy of respect, even if he wasn't always very companionable.
It was time. He had to give her the gift. He'd carried it around for far too long, just looking at it and wondering if she would like it. He was resolved. The time is now. He walked over to her, and presented his gift, watching her reaction very carefully.
"Cake! Excellent!" Her approval was all he needed to feel like a new dog.
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<3 dog fo'ebbah
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Love
Note: Hubby does not read fan fic (so much so that he has appoligized that he will never read mine, but enjoys a good debate on darkspawn creation, physics of Warden Joining, Flemeth, how long could elves live before humans, etc).
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Close enough :D
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thank you!