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Title: On the Job Training
Rating: Eh, give it a PG-13 or T or whatever the ratings are nowadays for vague makeouts
Words: 4,678
Summary: Brenna Cousland hadn't known what awaited her a Vigil's Keep, and she didn't expect to be thrown into everything all at once.
Warnings: Spoilers for the ending of Dragon Age: Origins and for the beginning of Awakening.
Notes: I kind of tweaked the beginning of Awakening a bit, mostly because I was all "Is that IT?!" when Alistair showed up for a brief scene and then left and also for how the dialogue between him and Brenna went in-game, especially seeing that they had practically been joined at the hip during my playthrough of Origins.

This is for night_is_fallen, without whom I wouldn't have such a huge crush on Alistair or 'ship Alistair/F!Cousland as much as I do. :)

“You’re leaving?” Brenna asked, frowning. “But you’ve only just arrived.” She was wet, cold and tired. There were three people awaiting a Joining, one of them a dear companion of hers whom she prayed would survive the process, not to mention an entire keep full of dead darkspawn to take care of and missing Grey Wardens to look for. Her seneschal was already pressing her for orders – politely, seeing as she did just save his life and they’d only been introduced to the other for roughly five minutes now – and she was thoroughly not looking forward to spending her first night in Arl Howe’s old estate by herself.

Needless to say, she was feeling a slight bit overwhelmed. This was not how her first evening in Amaranthine was supposed to go.

“I…” Alistair might be the king of Ferelden, but he hated displeasing his wife. “I have duties elsewhere, my love.”

Brenna glanced back at the small retinue of personal guards that flanked Alistair. “Yes, I know, but it is quite late to be traveling, especially in light of what just happened here. Darkspawn hordes could be waiting in the shadows for an ambush.” She pitched her voice just a tad bit higher, trying to persuade him. So far, it looked as if her efforts were working on the guards more than the husband. “And it’s raining. Could you pick more miserable weather to be traveling in?”

“Brenna, I thought we talked about this in Denerim.” Eamon was already putting him on a tight schedule as it was. “And besides, I’ll be able to feel any darkspawn ambushes. Grey Warden senses, remember?”

She pinched her lips into a fine line and tried to stand on legs that wanted to wobble. She probably should get inside and tend to the burning gash on her calf before it became anything serious. It could probably wait until after the Joining, seeing as she didn’t feel any blood trickle down into her boot, but still. “We did, but what sort of Arlessa would I be if I allowed my king to venture out into a night like this?” She leaned into him, wishing that he wasn’t wearing his usual armor so that she could feel the warmth of his body though his clothes. “What sort of wife would I be if I let you go?”

Even through their respective armor, Alistair felt her shake. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt earlier?” he whispered.

“Oh, sure, and let these people see that their Warden Commander was a featherweight? I slew the Archdemon, for Andraste’s sake. If they see me crumple up in a little ball like I want to after a minor scuffle, think what that’ll do for morale.” She pulled the last weapon out of her persuasive arsenal and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Please, Alistair. Stay with me until morning, that’s all I ask.”

The sweet, vulnerable look always got him, and he knew that he’d never be capable of building up any defense against her green, green eyes. “A few hours off the road won’t do much damage, I think. And it is raining. Wouldn’t do for the entire Royal Guard to find themselves waist deep and stuck in the mud somewhere, now would it?”

She breathed a sigh of relief and fought the urge to sag against him. “Thank you.”


Less than an hour later saw the two of them headed towards the master bedroom. Brenna hadn’t seen it before, and she had braced herself with having to spend the night in the same room that her family’s murderer had lived in. The thought had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and she had to fight the surge of panic that had come unbidden as she stood in front of the door leading to her chambers. Her hand hovered on the doorknob, her mind’s eye envisioning lots of dark wood and oppressive fabrics along with several Howe family portraits.

She swore, if she had to stare at Rendon Howe’s face while trying to get out of her clothes and into a sleeping gown on a nightly basis, she would personally slash the canvas to shreds. Taking a deep breath, she set her jaw and pushed the door open.

What she got was something completely different. The walls were stripped bare, faint outlines on the stone the only hint that there had ever been any portraits hanging there. The floor was devoid of any rugs, save one right at the fireplace that looked as if it had been newly purchased. Even the bed looked brand new, the mattress thick and inviting with pillows stacked up at the headboard.

“I had hoped to get it decorated more before you arrived,” Alistair said quietly behind her, his hands on her waist. “Unfortunately, the caravan broke a wheel and shipments have been delayed.” He slid his arms around her and perched his chin on her shoulder. “I was afraid that Howe’s estate might trigger some bad memories for you, so I wanted to give you something completely new that didn’t have his name connected to it.”

Brenna was speechless. She walked out of his embrace and put a hand on one of the bedposts. “Come on, say something. You know how nervous you make me when you go without talking for long stretches at a time.” Maker, was she crying? Alistair had seen the many moods of Brenna Cousland during their adventures together, but for the life of him, he always felt so helpless when she cried. “It’s the color, isn’t it? I should have told them to get the green bedspread instead of the blue, right?” He felt the wind get momentarily knocked out of him when she launched herself at him, her arms going around his neck.

“You are the most thoughtful, caring man that I have ever met,” she told him, pressing kisses along his jaw before reaching his mouth.

He grinned against her lips. “I have my moments. Now,” he pulled her away and started unbuckling the clasps to her armor. “Let’s get you out of this and into some bandages. What kind of husband would I be if I let my dear wife bleed all over the bedroom floor?”


Much later, Brenna flexed her bandaged calf, her toes trailing down Alistair’s leg. He hadn’t been satisfied with her assurances that her leg was the only thing hurt, insisting that he look her over for any other injuries himself. She had suffered some minor bruising when she had been thrown to the floor by the force of an Emissary’s magical blast, which Alistair had felt compelled to kiss better. The indentations that her dragon scale armor left on her shoulders had also been declared in need of kissing, which led to Alistair finding yet more places her armor left pressure marks on her body. That tactic had quickly dissolved into a tug of war between Brenna trying to undo the top portion of his armor and Alistair attempting to kick the lower portion off.

It was a wonder they had made it to the bed.

“I’m glad you convinced me to stay,” Alistair told her, one hand holding her palm against his heart, his other hand stroking her hair. “You can’t begin to imagine how much I’m going to miss you.”

She snuggled up closer to him. “Is that why you wanted to make a quick exit?”

He shrugged. “Yes. Well, that and I was afraid that I’d make a scene. It wouldn’t do to see the King fall to his knees, clutch his Warden Commander’s ankles and go ‘Please, please let me stay and fight darkspawn with you! I don’t want to go to the Bannorn!’ now, would it?”

She laughed and propped herself up on her elbow. “You know, you are still a Grey Warden, and I am your Commander. I could order you to stay and help me sort this mess out.”

“Oh, and have Eamon do that disappointed head shaking thing he does at me for shirking my kingly duties? I don’t think so.” He reached up and pushed a dark strand of hair behind her ear. “Besides, this whole mess, as you put it, is right up your alley. You love dealing with budgets and the placing of guards and whatnot.”

She couldn’t deny it. While Fergus had always been destined to rule over Highever when their father died, she hadn’t been left out of learning everything that a teyrn would need to know in order to keep a teyrnir running smoothly. Her father had often said that she had taken to her lessons like a duck took to water. “I guess you’re right.” She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “Besides, it is kind of fitting that we set up our headquarters here. Ultimately, Amaranthine was supposed to be mine anyway.”

Alistair rolled onto his elbow and looked down at her. “Beg pardon?”

She bit her lip. Fatigue from fighting combined with healing poultices and a post-coital drowsy feeling had left her tongue a little too loose. She could either try to avoid the subject, which she knew that Alistair wouldn’t likely drop – the man was worse than her Mabari when it came to sinking his teeth into a subject and not letting it go – or she could tell him the truth. “A long while ago,” she started, turning so she was facing her husband. “My father and Arl Howe had cooked up a contract to join their houses together and it was agreed upon that their eldest children would marry. Unfortunately, their eldest children were both boys, so the contract had to be renegotiated.”

“So you were meant to be married to a Howe?”

She shook her head. “No, Fergus was supposed to marry Howe’s daughter. But then he had to go and mess everything up by taking a trip to Antiva for one last fling and falling completely head over heels in love with Oriana.” She smiled at the memory. “He couldn’t even wait for a fancy wedding in Ferelden. The two of them eloped while they were still in Antiva. You should have seen the look on Mother’s face when he got off the ship and went ‘Surprise! Meet your new daughter-in-law!’ After that, both fathers felt that I would be a good match for either of Howe’s sons. Thomas was several years younger than me and Nathaniel was several years older.”

He reached over and ran his hand down her side, letting it rest at her hip. “How old were you when all this happened?”

“Sixteen.” She could distinctly remember her father’s lecture on duty and family. She could also remember the way that he had sat down and told her that it would be her choice as to which son she married, because he ultimately wanted her to be happy. “I couldn’t stand Thomas. He used to put my braids in ink all the time when we were younger and once gave me a half-eaten box of candy as a birthday gift.”

Alistair swallowed. “And Nathaniel?”

“He once gave me a book of stories about the Black Fox and used to teach me how to properly wield a dagger and pick locks whenever he visited.”

“Ah. I can see who you picked, then.” He tried not to frown, he really did, but he could feel the beginnings of jealousy stirring in his gut. He hadn’t felt that way since the time Zevran had discovered Brenna’s late sister-in-law had taught her how to speak fluent Antivan and the assassin had spent nearly an entire day reciting naughty limericks to Brenna in his native tongue.

Or at least Alistair was certain that he was reciting naughty limericks. He could have been talking about the weather, for all he knew, but then again, this was Zevran. Anything that came out of the elf’s mouth was considered adult-rated by default.

“Whatever happened to him?”

Brenna shook her head. “I don’t know. The last letter I received from him was months before…” she frowned and seemed to draw closer to herself. “Before I left Highever with Duncan. Since then, I’ve always wondered if he’d show up again, but the scouts we’ve been sending out from Denerim haven’t had anything to report.”

“Those scouts were supposed to be tracking darkspawn, my love.”

She shrugged again. “And they were. I just asked them to be on the lookout for any rogue Howes that might be wandering around. I thought that it would be prudent, seeing that with his family stripped of everything, he might have the sudden urge to do something daft, say, kill a Queen in retaliation to her killing his father.” She blinked and although she was right there with him, Alistair felt as if his wife was miles away. “But I know that he wouldn’t do such a thing. Nathaniel was different. I’m certain that he didn’t even know what his father was thinking, let alone be capable of joining Howe in his plans.”

Alistair wasn’t certain if he wanted to know the answer to the next question, but it didn’t stop him from asking it. “You loved him, didn’t you?”

Brenna blinked again, shaking herself back to the present. “Actually, we never really talked much after our betrothal announcement. We were still young and both of our families agreed to wait until we were older for marriage. Howe had Nathaniel sent off to the Free Marches soon after and getting letters delivered there and back was always a shot in the dark. He had a dry sense of humor that carried itself over well in written format and a sharp mind for detail. There were many times that I feared I was coming across like a silly ninny of a girl in my replies, but he never said anything of the sort and always answered any questions I might have had.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Brenna rested her chin on her hand and sighed. “I think that I believed that I was in love with him. Alistair, I was sixteen. Nearly every girl that age fancies herself in love with someone. I felt that he was handsome, charming, and ever so much worldlier than I was. The idea that I’d be matched with someone like that was enough to make my head spin. But looking back, I have to wonder. In his own way, Nathaniel was always kind. I know that he would have made a good husband, but we’d never actually had romantic feelings toward the other before then. If anything, our marriage would have been a happy one that was based on mutual respect and friendship, but nothing more.

“And something Howe said has always bothered me. I had wondered just why he had almost insisted that Father allow for Duncan to recruit me, why it was so important for me to leave with Fergus that night. When Father had refused, Howe had looked at me with the most apologetic expression I’d ever seen on his face. At the time, I had thought it was because he had seen just how interested I had been in being recruited, but now I have to wonder, was that his way of trying to spare my life? If I had left, he would have been able to attack the castle and then rejoin us at Ostagar, telling us any pretty lie he had thought up and I would have believed him, without question. I would have been married to the Arl’s son and there’s a good chance that as the Teyrn’s sister, I would have been able to persuade Fergus to relinquish lands back to Amaranthine until everything was back in Howe’s hands, eventually undoing centuries of history in one generation.” She pillowed her cheek on her hands and shivered. “But things didn’t turn out the way that he wanted. His lands now belong to the Grey Wardens, his reputation has all but been stomped on in the mud, and if the lack of information is anything to go by, then it has to be believed that Nathaniel is dead and the Howe family line is finished.”

Alistair gathered her up in his arms and ran a soothing hand down her back. “I wish I could do something to erase the memories that haunt your face so,” he murmured into her hair.

Brenna looked up at him and placed her hand against his cheek. “Just keep being yourself. You were my touchstone when I could have easily gotten lost in my need for vengeance. You reminded me that even though it seemed as if everything had been cast into darkness that there was something good, something bright, that was worth fighting for. I don’t think that I’ve ever truly thanked you.”

He hugged her closer to him. “I’d say we’re even on that score. I don’t know how I could have handled Duncan’s death without you.” He bumped his forehead against hers. “Maker, how I’m going to miss you.”

She slid her fingers through the short strands of his hair. “Probably as much as I’m going to miss you. We’ve never been apart before.” She felt that the atmosphere was getting far too heavy. If anything, she didn’t want to spend the last hours that they’d be together for who knew how long to be melancholy. “I’m not going to know what to do with the keep’s extra store of cheese.”

He took a breath and grinned down at her. “Oh? Well, I’m not going to know what to do with an entire bed all to myself. I just might have to learn how to sleep in the dead center of the thing.”

“Oh no you don’t. I am not about to have to fight you for my share of the mattress once I get back. Finn will just have to sleep on my side.”

Alistair made a gagging noise. “But that dog’s breath is horrible! Besides, he hogs all the blankets. You know how my feet get cold, and if I were to try to steal any covers, I’d likely wind up missing a finger. I like my fingers where they are. ”

She giggled and settled her head on his chest. “I like your fingers where they are, too.”

He smirked and ran his hand down her back. “Really? Because I could put them lower, or,” his smirk turned into a wolfish grin. “I could do this!”

Brenna stifled a shriek and rolled away. She didn’t get very far, seeing that he rolled right along with her. “Alistair! Tickling is not fair!” Her protest would have carried much more weight if she hadn’t been trying to catch her breath from laughing.

“Ah ha! The battle is mine!” Alistair crowed, propping himself on his elbows above her. His eyes darkened when she wrapped her legs around his waist, and suddenly the air around them wasn’t quite so playful any more.

“Tell me,” he murmured, bowing his head to kiss the spot where her neck met her shoulder that never failed to make her tremble. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nathaniel,” she said, tilting her head to give Alistair better access.

His eyebrows rose and he lifted himself a little bit further off of her. “For the record, my dear, that is not something a man wants to hear while he’s trying to make love to his wife.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You didn’t let me finish.”

Alistair rolled again so that he was on his back and Brenna was perched atop him. “Then please, continue.”

Brenna ran her hands down his sides, smiling to herself when his hips arched ever so slightly as she trailed her fingernails over his stomach. “As I was saying,” she began, her breath catching when he moved just so against her. “What I was thinking was that while I had thought I had loved Nathaniel back then, I know that I love you. Being with you is everything that I had dreamt of and more.”

“Now that is what a man wants to hear while he’s trying to make love to his wife.” He cupped the back of her neck and gently pulled her down for a kiss that left them breathless. “I love you, Brenna,” he breathed, staring at her as if he were trying to memorize her features.

“And I love you. Always.”


The rain hadn’t stopped, but at least it had lessened to a light mist. Unfortunately, the sun hadn’t decided to show up, so the following morning was grey and dreary, which matched Brenna’s mood perfectly. She hadn’t wanted to wake up and had stubbornly held onto what precious time she had left with Alistair before the two of them had dressed and gone downstairs. It only made her feel slightly better that Alistair had felt the same way that she had.

“Are you certain I can’t change your mind?” she asked him as he stood before the keep’s front gates with his personal guard.

“Absolutely. Remember: Eamon. Head shakes of disappointment. Mabari hounds back at the castle who are more than likely chewing my boots to oblivion between trips to the larder to raid the Royal Cheese Supply. Really, things would just fall apart and we’d only have ourselves to blame.”

She sighed. “No harm in me asking, right?” Brenna pushed her shoulders back and took a deep breath. The survivors from the night before were milling about the common grounds. Begin how you mean to go on, her mother had always advised her. Granted, her mother had been talking about how to act once Brenna had been married, but the advice carried over. If the people of Amaranthine – her people, now that she thought about it – saw her as a woman who depended on her husband instead of standing on her own two feet, then she feared that they wouldn’t treat her actions seriously. “I wish you a safe journey into the Bannorn, my king,” she said, her voice carrying over the courtyard.

“And I wish you success in routing out the last of the darkspawn, Commander.” Alistair put aside his kingly voice and leaned in just so Brenna could hear. “If you need anything, anything at all, Denerim is only several days’ ride from here.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she told him, matching his tone. “When the other side of the bed gets dreadfully cold at night.”

Alistair opened his mouth, then shut it. “Minx. You said that to scramble my wits, didn’t you? Because it worked, if you were wondering.”

“I’ll not be saying goodbye,” Brenna said, blinking. She hadn’t thought that she would be so emotional at the thought of him leaving.

“Well, if you won’t, then I won’t either.”

“Good. Then it’s decided. No goodbyes.”

He stared down at her before thoughtfully tilting his head to the side. “How about saying I’ll see you later instead?”

At that moment, she didn’t care what the small crowd in the courtyard thought. She slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. “That will work. I’ll see you later.”

He bent his head and moved to kiss her, but before he could, Brenna moved her head and his lips touched her cheek instead. “Kiss me and I’ll be the one clinging to your ankles and asking you to stay.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to save it for when you come back to Denerim.” He gave her shoulders one last squeeze before stepping away. “Good luck, my love.”

And with that, he was gone. Brenna stayed at the gates until the last guard had vanished out of sight, as was fitting for a noblewoman of her station to do. Then she turned back towards the keep. Already, a soldier was falling into step with her, pushing several sealed envelopes into Brenna’s hands while explaining to her how there was a prisoner in the dungeons waiting to be seen. Beyond her was yet another soldier who claimed that she feared darkspawn were still trapped in the keep’s cellars, a dwarf was commenting on the shoddy workmanship of the keep’s walls and how much it would cost Brenna to get them up to standards, her seneschal was hinting about how it would be a good idea for her to introduce herself to the nobles of Amaranthine, Anders was flirting with one of the female guards while Oghren complained how the Joining had given him a hangover, and… was that Wade Brenna heard moaning about the downright primitive conditions he had to endure?

Begin as you mean to carry on. Brenna squared her shoulders and stopped walking. At once, everyone grew silent and waited for her to speak.

“Varel,” she said, turning towards her seneschal. “I would greatly like to meet with the nobles, once I get situated here at the Keep. Perhaps you could gather them for a small banquet when our halls are a little more presentable?”

“At once, Commander.”

“Private,” Brenna said, looking at the soldier who had been walking next to her. “If you would be so kind as to put these letters on the desk in my study, I will address them later on today.”

“Yes, Commander.”

She then turned her attention to the dwarf who was thumping his knuckles against a nearby wall. “I don’t think I know you, ser.”

“Voldrik, Commander.”

“Voldrik. I’m probably going to regret asking, but how much would it cost to get these walls to your standards?”

“Eighty sovereigns.”

Brenna fought the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose to try to stem a brimming headache. She didn’t have eighty sovereigns to spare, at least not personally. “Allow me to speak with Mistress Woolsey to see what the Keep’s finances look like, then I shall personally get back with you.” Voldrik eyed her critically before nodding his approval and walking away.

“I’m not even going to attempt to reason with Wade until I have a stiff drink,” Brenna muttered to herself before pointing at Anders and Oghren. “I hope you two are ready to bust some skulls,” she told them, rolling her shoulders.

“Just say the word,” Oghren replied with a grin, his hand resting on the handle of his axe.

“I’d rather use magic on darkspawn, if it’s the same to you,” Anders said. “Busting skulls is such a…well, brutal way of doing it. I prefer crispifying them from a distance. You don’t get blood on your clothes that way.”

Oghren snorted and elbowed the mage. “Each to their own, I guess. Wouldn’t want you to get your dress all dirty.”

“It’s a robe, and I’ll have you know that they come in handy! Everyone should be wearing them!”

“Yeah? Name one reason.”

“Well, robes don’t have buttons or laces on them. Find a pretty girl, get her in a corner…”

“You have a point.”

Brenna finally gave up and rubbed her forehead. “If the two of you are finished bonding, we have cellars that are in need of clearing out.”

The soldier who had given her letters piped up. “What of the prisoner in the dungeons?”

“One crisis at a time, Private. I’m certain that they’ll still be there once the three of us get back from the cellars.” She didn’t know who this prisoner was, but they could wait until she was good and ready to deal with them. Brenna rolled her shoulders and shook out her arms as the three of them followed Maverlies down to the basement level. Now that she had a mental list of things to do, she didn’t feel as overwhelmed.

She smiled. Alistair had been right. Feeling more confident in herself than she had the night before, she drew her blades and made her way down the cellar steps, her body alert to the darkspawn she sensed below. This was all right up her alley and she would do fine.

She was a Cousland, after all, and Couslands always did their duty.


( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 12th, 2010 10:47 am (UTC)
Wow. Didn't understand what was going on there at ALL, but I started spazzing when I saw your entry :P
Apr. 13th, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
Sorry. :) Dragon Age has pretty much grabbed my attention since January, and I just bought the new expansion pack, so I'm pretty much in fangirl flail mode with this fandom at the moment and the plot bunnies won't leave me alone.

However, I am in the process of cropping a new section for the Novels, which should be up sometime either tomorrow or Wednesday.
Apr. 13th, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)

I've seen pictures for Dragon Age, but I'm hesitant to get it. It may take time away from Assassins Creed, which I am flailing over :{D
Apr. 23rd, 2010 06:33 pm (UTC)
A+ work, as always. I love your characterization here, and it was just very nicely written, all around. XD

I'm so glad you've joined MY side of Cousland/Alistair OTP'ing, it really is the best way to be!
Apr. 24th, 2010 12:41 am (UTC)
Yay! Glad you liked it. :) Alistair and pillow talk just sort of go hand in hand.

it really is the best way to be!

I'm doing Moira's playthrough and I have to keep on reminding myself to not have her fall for him, because then it'll make writing Moira/Nathaniel all awkward. It's so difficult, though! You can't NOT want to fall for this guy!
Apr. 24th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
I have such a hard time romancing anyone else -- I'm playing a Dalish elf girl and she is TOTALLY MEANT FOR ZEVRAN (I mean, she HATES HUMANS, come on!) ... but Alistair keeps being all nice and I'm like STOP IT. GO AWAY. LEAVE DAENERYS (my elf) ALONE. Because she's just going to have to get snotty with him to make him back off, and I don't like making him sad. :(
Apr. 24th, 2010 12:52 am (UTC)
I KNOW! I played the Dalish Elf origin and it seemed like that entire playthrough was "Let's See How Many Ways We Can Make Alistair Upset" from start to finish. If it wasn't letting him down easy, it was "Oh, so now we steal from orphans, huh?!" in Redcliffe or "OMG YOU DID NOT JUST THREATEN THE HEAD OF THE CHANTRY, DID YOU?" in Lothering or "So, when you said that you weren't interested, you meant you weren't interested, right? Because if not, I have this rose and...oh. Okay. Continue doing naughty things with the PERSON WHO TRIED TO KILL YOU. I'll just be over here by the fire, sobbing my eyes out."

She might as well have just killed him in the end, to put him out of his misery. But what does she do instead? She turns him into a wandering drunk. It was the worst playthrough I've ever done. I'm never going to get the perfectionist achievement, because, no.
Apr. 24th, 2010 12:54 am (UTC)
Hahaha, I don't know what it is, but no matter what my Dalish girl does, it ticks Alistair off, since I spurned his advances early on. I'm like "ALISTAIR. CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS?" Apparently he doesn't roll like that though. All or nothing with that dude. ;)

I will never get the perfectionist trophy because I REFUSE to let Loghain join my party and make Alistair a wandering drunk. I WON'T DO IT. *stomps foot* It's mean.
Apr. 24th, 2010 01:00 am (UTC)
It's mean.

Oh great, now I feel that much worse. ;D Does it help that she was a total bitch to Loghain and all but made him kill the Archdemon? There is a conversation where Loghain is all snarkypants and going something on the lines of "You can curse at me in your native language if it makes you feel better. I won't understand it, of course, but I promise to act offended." or something like that.

By that time I was all "Nuh uh. Too late in the game to win any points in your favor by being sarcastic. I've already formed my opinion of you."
Apr. 24th, 2010 01:04 am (UTC)
Yeah, I just feel like no matter WHAT Loghain does ... too little, too late. There's no way I'm gonna change my mind in the last little bit of gameplay with him, ESPECIALLY since he cost me my most favorite guy ever, you know.

Eff Loghain. :p

Although part of me thinks it'd be even meaner to make HIM do Morrigan's ritual. Hahaha, you sleep with the skanky swamp bitch, dude. HAVE FUN.
Apr. 24th, 2010 01:06 am (UTC)
Especially since if he lives, he gets shipped off to help the Wardens in Orlais. Karma, it is a bitch, no?
Apr. 24th, 2010 01:08 am (UTC)
That is some delicious irony, there.

I still won't do it. LOL I caaaaaaan't, I take this game way too seriously. XD I just want to be Alistair's queen and be happy and cheesy and awesome forever.

And hey, icon twins! You must use the same voice for your Cousland that I do. ;)
Apr. 24th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
I use the "sultry" one, just because I love the fact that she runs into battle cackling like crazy.

Brenna Cousland: not quite all there 100% of the time, but Alistair loves her anyway.

I just want to be Alistair's queen and be happy and cheesy and awesome forever.

Why am I getting a picture of Alistair going "Okay, so I have to rule and everything, but there's a perk to being King. Look at all the imported cheeses we now have access to! Oh, and of course, marrying the woman I love. That's a given, but the cheese! Would you look at it all! Darling, where are you going? Sweetie? I was just kidding about the cheese part! (to himself: no I wasn't.)"
Apr. 24th, 2010 01:18 am (UTC)
Ah, I use the "Experienced" voice, because she's sassy and snarky and totally fits my idea of how the Cousland daughter behaves. ;) She does not take many things seriously, I think that's why she and Alistair get on so well. ;) (Even in the Origin, she's always joking around with her family and stuff ... I like the idea that she's a bit irreverent and goofy from the get-go.)

Hahaha, and you have that picture of Alistair in your head because it's pretty much a true story! XD
May. 23rd, 2010 01:21 am (UTC)
So I just read this because this afternoon I was bored out of my mind and basically watched all the major plot points (or at least F!Cousland/Alistair) moments on youtube, including the beginning of Awakening, and your take is waaaay better.

I don't think I will ever, ever, ever get enough of these two. I'm glad I at least have you and Rhi to fangirl with ^_^
May. 17th, 2011 11:17 pm (UTC)
I know I'm a year late in replying, but thanks! Alistair/Cousland was one of my favorites and I still like them, but then I really got going into Awakening and, well, you know the rest of the story. *grin*
May. 17th, 2011 04:12 am (UTC)
Apparently I never read this (or at least never commented on it)... and I love it so much more than the actual beginning of Awakening. That pissed me off. Whenever I play Awakenings after this, when I get to that part, I will always replay this in my head instead :P
May. 17th, 2011 11:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks! When I got to this part on my first playthrough, there was a lot of "Wait, woah, this DOES NOT LOOK RIGHT" to be had. My Cousland and Alistair were never apart and with all the "I love you"s and such that happened in Origins, it hit me as something off. I'm glad that it bothered me so much, because it actually got me to start writing in this fandom. :)
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