People of Thedas

Title: Dream a Little Dream of Me
Author: Rhion & le_monde
Rating: AO
Summary: Do me a favour - the next time I dream this, could you just hit me over the head until it gets through to me?
AN: For briala for a nice little Festivus thing. Random character mumbling by Ferox lead to this hypothetical thing that could have happened during the Blight. That has apparently spawned a story. More than thirty thousand in. Blarg. Why no, I don’t have other things to do with my time... Moderately beta’d, but there’s certainly going to be things that slipped through the cracks. :evil grin: Hello punnage, how are you?
Contains: mutual masturbation, digital-anal, oral, oral-anal, fisting, slash
Pairing: M!Cousland/Zevran.

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(I had meant to post this on Friday, but got caught up with NaNoWriMo stuff, as did Briala. Mods - might we also have a series tag: Fiercely Cold? Thanks!)
Title: Fiercely Cold
Chapter One: Confrontation
Authors: le_monde and 1smut_princess
Rating: M (some adult references)

Summary: Ferox was a cold man, from a cold country, with a cold heart. Once he was only one of those things. Then everything was taken away in a fiery blaze and he raged across Ferelden, venting that frozen, wintry fury upon the Blight. With cold calculation he fought to bring Ferelden back from the brink, no matter the toes he stepped upon. All the while the only person he could rely upon remained by his side, plotting his own plots and sowing his own seeds.

Briala’s AN: So, I brought somebody new into LJ’s The Dragon Age Dressing Room, to play somebody I am not...he’s actually based on someone I know with a twist. Rhion asked questions in LJ about Ferox’s background and the next thing I knew I was waking up with my face mashed on the keyboard of my laptop and there was more, much more. I wouldn’t trade the fun I’ve had working on this for anything done on my own because it’s bigger and better than either one of us alone. When Ferox freezes up and can’t think, just banging his head on a desk, Rhion pokes him and I help with the bashing until he finally starts talking to us. Sometimes it takes hours to get him to talk, other times his words just pour out on the paper like a spilled bottle of ink.

This story links into the strange place that Kirkwall is in the DASDressing Room. Duplicates abound with multiple Hawkes, Alistairs, Wardens...any variation or ending, it can all be found there. Ferox went there, saw the strange sights and met some strange people and that’s how all of this came about.

Rhion’s AN: I blame Briala. I woke up one morning to see a started document. Yeah. She woke up to see a much larger document later. This kinda happened. There’s weird tie-ins to concepts from an ongoing RP arc and parts of Disquiet. Most collaborative works I’ve been party to were ‘I write a paragraph/chapter, you write a paragraph/chapter’ or some such. This is one big ol’weird clusterfuck of one starting a paragraph and someone else adding to a sentence of strange flow of consciousness. So far, it’s been flippin’ fun. Also, references my Murder of Crow’s Zevran exist, he is the ‘other’ Zev mentioned, the one that creeps the crap outta Ferox. And also bashes him on the head. Dulsanaya from Bri’s fanfic is the healer girl mentioned, so on, and so forth.

Normally I don’t do slash in fanfic, in original fiction, yes, in fanfic, not so much, but here it works. So, yes, this is a Ferox/Zev thing, but hopefully it flows naturally. Trying to keep both of their identities in line, including Ferox’s own weaknesses, Zev’s patience, the blended angers and impatience, the intolerable waiting, so on, so forth, build up to obvious conclusions. For me this isn’t my usual type of story, I’m all blood, guts, gore and whores. Nitty gritty and all that fun stuff. In less than two weeks, Briala and I have pounded out (ohai punnage, hows yous?) over ninety-thousand words.

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