Alistair (
bringspeopletogether) wrote2017-06-01 01:00 pm
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Back to Skyhold. Back to work.
Alistair resumes training with the Chargers a few days after his and Cullen's return; the company got back from Halamshiral just before the Basin group showed up, Bull explains, so he was giving them a rest before picking up exercises again. Krem fills Alistair in on all the details as they're exchanging blows. Some of it is just Orlesian Worst Game Ever nonsense, but since it ends with a whole lot of shamefaced nobles with no mercenaries to their names, Alistair's pretty damn pleased.
(Maybe he can get the new mercenaries in on his plan to dress up the training dummies in Orlesian garb. Hmmmmmm.)
Cullen's in a war room meeting by the time Alistair's done. He throws some water on his face and heads for the kitchens -- maybe he can split a small meal with Kieran before Morrigan's return.
Alistair resumes training with the Chargers a few days after his and Cullen's return; the company got back from Halamshiral just before the Basin group showed up, Bull explains, so he was giving them a rest before picking up exercises again. Krem fills Alistair in on all the details as they're exchanging blows. Some of it is just Orlesian Worst Game Ever nonsense, but since it ends with a whole lot of shamefaced nobles with no mercenaries to their names, Alistair's pretty damn pleased.
(Maybe he can get the new mercenaries in on his plan to dress up the training dummies in Orlesian garb. Hmmmmmm.)
Cullen's in a war room meeting by the time Alistair's done. He throws some water on his face and heads for the kitchens -- maybe he can split a small meal with Kieran before Morrigan's return.
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"See?" he murmurs. "I can be trained."
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He winds a curl of Cullen's hair around one finger.
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"Exceeded," he mumbles.
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"Get some sleep, Commander," he whispers. "I'll be here. Very quietly."
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Another breath of laughter.
"He ran off with the healer's apprentice. 'Don't wait up, Alistair, I'll find you if I need you!'"
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"How... she's how many years older than him?" Cullen starts to laugh.
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"Mmmmmmmmaybe?"
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This does not seem like a great strategy to Cullen.
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Barely stifling laughter:
"He's far too young to be pulling out his snake, Alistair. Even if she does like them."
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Alistair socks him in the arm before burying his face against Cullen's shoulder, laughing helplessly. Something that sounds like a squeaky didn't mean it like that, dammit!! escapes.
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