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Bethany Hawke || Grey Warden ([personal profile] sunshinethroughgrey) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-09-02 02:18 pm
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Hey Mama Hey Mama - Closed

WHO: Bethany and Aleron
WHAT: Courting Fluff - or Bethany's trying to write a letter.
WHEN: First week of September
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Warnings for bright and cheerful thoughts or slightly less than.




Dear Lady Darton

To The Honorable Lady

Dearest La

To Whom It May Concern


Lady Darton,

You do not know me but I am a mage and a Grey Warden and the Champion's sister oh like all that is going to help my case

I care for your son.

I am absolutely mad about your son.

Could I borrow your son for the next twenty or so years?


I wish to court your


Bethany sighed heavily, scratched out that line with her quill, and then rubbed one slightly still ink-damp hand against her forehead, making a face as she realized she just blotted ink on her forehead. She crumpled up the parchment next to her and put it in the neat pile of other rejected letters she had so far written to Aleron's mother.

Who knew that facing Cassandra Pentaghast would be an easier task then facing her beloved's mother? She'd faced ogres, demons, blood mages, darkspawn of every coat and color, abominations and other horrors ...

Yet this letter might have been the scariest thing she had ever done in her life.

Ever.

And she had been to the Fade multiple times.

She rubbed at her nose, putting a slight blot of ink on the tip of her nose, set her shoulders and muttered to herself, "You can do this. You can do this. This is going to be wonderful and marvelous and she is going to ... at least not burn you at the stake. Yes. Good."

She commenced writing once more.


lifeofendurance: (Considerate)

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-09-24 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

Now it makes perfect sense.

Not that Aleron can blame Bethany in the slightest for being discomfited at writing to his mother. He requires time and concentration to drum up the resolve to write her, himself. The Dowager Baroness of Endridge is a formidable woman, even when she's down with a summer cold. Nevermind when she's up and running at full steam. What Lady Marlie wants is what Lady Marlie gets, because she makes it so. Only twice in her life has she been fully thwarted: once by her father in arranging her marriage and once when Aleron was packed off by her husband to blunt her attempts at pushing the boy forward ahead of his sister. And she's been making up for both those offenses the rest of her life.

For that matter, Aleron's been paying for her machinations the majority of his life too. Being secluded with the Seekers hasn't prevented her from making her presence known.

"Of course, I'm entirely willing to help..." There is a hesitancy in that statement. Not that he's unwilling, but that he fears his mother is going to lay into the best thing that's happened to him. Ever. And he cannot have that. "Though I can write her instead, if you'd prefer."

He glances to the parchment without reading it, as he's not been given leave to do so quite yet. That is quite a fair amount of strikeouts. "Might I see what you have thus far?"
lifeofendurance: (Smiling)

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-10-01 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Of all that Bethany said, one thing jumps out at Aleron and it both thrills and terrifies him at once. He takes the offered parchment, but doesn't bother with looking at it. Not yet. Instead he turns his attention intent on his sweetheart's precious face. It is the one thing that he wants nearly as forcefully as his mother (and sisters if their own brands of prodding are any measure).

"Do you truly? Want children, that is."

He's been hounded the last ten years that it's beyond time for him to get on with his life and supply the vastly desired additional grandchildren. This year past has only fueled his mother's insistence more. Not that he is contrary enough to refuse just to spite her. But he has been so lost and alone it seemed too unlikely, and undeserved. That and there is that fear of what if? What if again?

The parchment is placed to the side, and Aleron reaches for both Bethany's hands. His eyes are lit with an excitement and a hope that one seldom sees outside of talking of obscure historical facts and books. And any mention of one Bethany Hawke.
lifeofendurance: (Considering)

s-so old but too cute

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-11-01 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
She is asking him to be patient with her and yet has just made him happy beyond words at the possibility. He'd move the moon and stars if she wanted. Patient? That's too easy, too little. Aleron always presumed the lack of little ones in that order was a personal choice not to have a family due to the dangers of their work.

"Of course I would be. But... you are certain that you would be in no danger?"

Because that is what he fears the most. Not that they could possibly not have children, but that so doing would rip her away.
lifeofendurance: (Questioning)

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-11-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
And there. Aleron's face blazes bright red at the mention of a Warden's constitution. It's not as if he were unaware of what goes on within a marriage, or been privy to some more raucous banter when Templars or Seekers were well into their cups. But it gives him racy thoughts about Bethany specifically and it's dreadfully improper right now.

But she's given him hope, and that drives away the awkward embarrassment of more colorful thoughts. All he's ever truly wanted out of life was to be loved, to be wanted. And now he's being offered a second chance at that life, a chance he means not to squander in the slightest.

Since he's yet to relinquish her hands, he lifts them both and leaves a chaste kiss on each of them. "Maker bless you, Bethany." Because invoking the Maker's name is a surefire way to squash naughty thoughts that he shouldn't be entertaining at the moment. "You won't mind?" Ah perhaps he should clarify himself before it's too late to do so. "Leaving the Wardens, that is." He's assuming that's the plan but they should actually talk about these plans. "Once we have children."