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So, obviously, I really love Dragon Age: Origins like a ridiculous amount, lately an obsessive amount,
as you can tell by the art I've been doing lately.
Another thing I really love about Dragon Age is the mass amounts of fanfic out there to read, and alot of it is pretty good.
A really good friend of mine here
writes amazingly well, and she loves to write Dragon Age fanfic to my utter delight.
Gooey happy delight. She hasn't posted much of her writing here... yet, but I really want her to. I want her to write loads more.
She wrote these wonderful romantic fanfics (that I strong-armed her into writing for me
) to go with two of my recent drawings:




I just want to feature her great writing and hope that if you're a Dragon Age fan and love fanfic or just love reading good writing, I hope you'll pleased read these and comment and encourage her to write more! She's inspired me, and it's her fault really that I'm obsessed with drawing Morrigan and her Grey Warden all the time.

Cheers and enjoy! I certainly have... many many times. Heee!
A really good friend of mine here
She wrote these wonderful romantic fanfics (that I strong-armed her into writing for me


He'd teased her lightly once for being more tender in her sleep then awake. He'd said it the morning after he'd finally convinced her to spend the night with him rather then leave him spent and alone for the rest of the evening. She'd awoken to find her arms curled about him, hair fanned across his chest, and he admitted to having spent sometime already awake and watching her. Morrigan had tried to shrug off his jests: there was little else to do with her arms in such tight quarters, and besides that, it was cold. Now she awoke cramped and stiff, having fallen asleep upright against the tree that served as one of the tent's anchor


They were all so exhausted from the whole ordeal, they could barely carry him back. It was all Wynne could do to keep herself upright against her staff. Zevran's arm was bent in ways no healthy limb could bend. Alistair was badly burned, but he put one foot in front of the other, dragging Surana on his shield. Morrigan could help but be thankful for once that the oaf carried that cumbersome parapet with him, or they might never have been able to bring the elven mage back with them. Everyone who had remained in camp was on their feet in an instant, but it was Morrigan that broke into a run quickest to crouch at his side. She presse
I just want to feature her great writing and hope that if you're a Dragon Age fan and love fanfic or just love reading good writing, I hope you'll pleased read these and comment and encourage her to write more! She's inspired me, and it's her fault really that I'm obsessed with drawing Morrigan and her Grey Warden all the time.
Cheers and enjoy! I certainly have... many many times. Heee!










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