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Fiona (thefirstwarden) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-28 02:27:00

Entry tags:

alistair theirin, fiona

WHO: Fiona and Alistair Theirin
WHEN: After Fiona finds out oh hey her baby boy is all grown up
WHERE: Alistair's flat.
WHAT: Family reunion
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete

There were not many things left in life that Fiona feared. After all the horrors that she had lived through in her relatively short life she had managed to grow quite a tolerance for the terrifying. Now her usual reaction was simply to get angry instead. But this was something she never expected to face. Only hours earlier she had been dealing with her decision to give up her child, to hand him over to Maric to be placed somewhere that he would never know who or what she was. Others might judge her choice but there was no place for a child among the wardens and Fiona was nothing without the order. But now, now that tiny baby that looked up at her with that human face was grown. He was nearly as old as she was.

It was terrifying. Fiona knew that she was no mother. Certainly she had given birth to him and cared for him while making her journey, she was still caring for him. But in his life she had given him up before he could even begin to remember her and told a lie. While she knew her reasons she had no idea how Alistair would take them, if he would eve understand.

This would have been easier with Duncan or Maric here. Both of them were much better with people than she was. Still, she forced herself to make her way up the odd stairs. The only thing keeping her from panicking in this completely alien environment was the fact that she needed to find Alistair. He was still her son and she had to take care of him. If that meant explaining then that was what she would have to do. As she came up to the door she only hesitated for a moment before knocking.

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thefirstwarden
2011-04-05 06:46 am UTC (link)

"We all have stories, but some are better than others." She cautioned gently. He was just so desperate for something, anything from her. Whatever the image was that he had built of his mother Fiona could not help but think she was a disappointment. Someone like her was not meant to be a mother. While she loved him, so much that it made her cry sometimes, there was no way she could have given him any sort of life.

Fiona hesitated for a moment as she watched him. "Well... you are a warden, so I suppose it's all right." she eventually settled on. "I was assigned a mission. I'm not sure when it will end. But I'm leading a task force after a darkspawn phenomena. More than that I'm not sure I can really tell you. But it was either me or Duncan and they placed Duncan as second in command in Ferelden. I. I believe your father requested us both but the Order only gave him Duncan."

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royal_bastard
2011-04-05 07:10 am UTC (link)

"Perhaps," Alistair responded with a soft smile. "And we all have things that we wish to keep to ourselves, and there's nothing wrong with that. We just shouldn't devalue our experiences in the way that we all so often do," He said, squeezing her hand lightly again as he nodded in understanding to what she was telling him. The Grey Wardens had their tasks, and they all had their own assignments, managed by those in charge. Alistair was sure that once the Blight was over, they would all go their separate ways and the Grey Wardens would once again be populated mostly by Orlesians with the majority of the Ferelden Grey Wardens dead or...otherwise engaged as he would be. At the very least, there would be new recruits, new Ferelden recruits, that would hold up the tradition that Duncan had built up and lead for so long.

"The Order has their reasons, I'm sure," Alistair said. "Whatever the situation is, if they're devoting attentions to it, it has to be important." It was easy to tell that Alistair trusted the Order implicitly.

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thefirstwarden
2011-04-05 07:22 am UTC (link)

There was a spookiness to him almost. Shaking her head, she couldn't help but hear Maric saying that to her instead of Alistair. It was a strange cross in her mind and perhaps she was going a bit mad. This place would be easily explained away by her going mad, after all. "The chantry did a good job with you. The Arl as well." she admitted, only a little regret seeping into her tone.

"Oh they are very specific reasons. I'm tracking down a threat to all of Thedas. I've no idea if I've been successful by the time the blight arrives, but this mission is more important than my life." Fiona admitted, a stern resolution in her voice. The Architect could not simply be allowed to experiment on wardens, biding his time till he attempted to taint the surface again. For all she knew he was directly related to the blight her son was fighting.

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royal_bastard
2011-04-05 07:41 am UTC (link)

"I had a good base for them to work with," Alistair with a slight smile. "Besides, the Chantry basically did its best in showing me what not. to do. Here's everything that we do and believe, you probably might want to do the opposite in order to avoid being painfully judgmental and hypocritical. You know, that sort of thing," He said with a nervous laugh.

The idea that something that wasn't a Blight could ever be that dire sobered Alistair's thoughts, however, as he looked over at her, a heavy worry seeping into himself. "Then, I hope you did succeed," He said gently. "Thedas has been lucky this time, that we managed to put together an army quickly enough to vanquish the Blight that it didn't have long enough to taint all of the land, that I would hate to see something else simply swallow everything up not long after that."

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thefirstwarden
2011-04-06 05:55 am UTC (link)

"I think maybe you might be smarter than your father, at least." she teased lightly. Maric was brilliant in his own way, even if she was not sure he would ever be able to articulate himself like that. The Chantry was not exactly something that came up in conversation often. Still it took someone with a mind of some sort to be able to think on their own in a world like that.

Shaking her head, she squeezed his hand again almost instinctively. "That's where I'm off to, I guess. While you were growing up. I'd say that I'm sorry but." her voice faltered and she pulled her hand away more out of guilt than actually wanting to. "From what you've said of your past, your father listened to what I asked of him."

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royal_bastard
2011-04-06 09:00 pm UTC (link)

Well, that was certainly a first, someone suggesting that he might actually be smarter than someone else. Intelligence was not something that Alistair was often (if ever) praised for. It wasn't that he was dumb. Quite the opposite, actually, but the observations that his mind had lead him to make over the years had never been looked upon kindly by most of the people that had surrounded him. He'd differed and to differ in a world of rigid dogma and strict principle had never been a proven recipe for success.

Even if he was going to be made king despite it.

When she pulled away this time, though, Alistair didn't allow it, reaching back over and taking her hand as a reassurance to both of them, to her that he wasn't upset and to himself that she wasn't simply going to vanish the next time he blinked too long. "You both did what you had to," Alistair said gently. He understood. There were still pains, small hurts from his childhood that probably would never fade, but he understand why he'd been told what he had, why things had been done the way that they had been. He could only imagine the reaction of the nobles if any of them found out the truth, that their future king was not only half Orlesian...but half elven and of mage blood. There was a certain...delightful irony to it, though, that he couldn't help but be amused at. "For everyone's sake, including my own."

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thefirstwarden
2011-04-06 09:24 pm UTC (link)

Fiona's eyes darted up to his face when he took her hand back. This was ridiculous, he was her son. From all she knew about how families were supposed to work, she was supposed to be comforting him, not the other way around. So she decided to attempt to be a mother, whatever that meant. Her free hand came up and covered his, both of her hands holding onto his gently as she turned to face him between. She had no idea what to say, so instead she studied his face for a moment, curiously. Yes he took strongly after his father but there were differences there. At least differences from the memory she had of Maric. He had grown into a strong man without either of them. Fiona supposed that she likely had Duncan to thank for that out of anyone she knew.

"You deserved more than I could possibly give you, Alistair." she finally stated plainly. That was her explanation. He seemed to understand but she felt the need to give it anyway. If she had been able to hear just something like this when she had been younger, and it was something she had forced upon him as well as far as she knew. But she could at least tell him now. "But you are loved. Even if it might not have felt like it at times. I'd do anything for you."

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