#i have never once romanced alistair | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

beegomess · 3 months ago

Text

T.N. || I know I'll love you

Summary: Time has built a painful distance between you and Theodore, but the love between the two of you seems to attract you to each other like a magnet.

Warning: Just very romantic and a little sad.

Requests are open!

His relationship with Theodore always seemed to be the epitome of the perfect romance in the eyes of everyone around. Since childhood, your souls seemed to be intertwined, and the magic that emanated from you was palpable. Your love flourished in adolescence with the promise of a future together, fueled by the acceptance of your families and the security of a shared destiny.

But then, as if the universe had turned against the beauty of its history, Voldemort's ascension plunged Hogwarts into an inescapable darkness. The presence of the Dark Lord haunted every corner of the castle, and the shadow of his influence extended to the hearts of the children of his followers. Theodore was no exception. In charge of fulfilling Voldemort's own orders, he was assigned to follow Draco Malfoy as a bodyguard, a silent watchman of his duties.

The distance between you began to expand like a painful and irreparable fissure. Visits to your room, once so frequent, have become rare and impersonal. The stealthy exits that were once dedicated to secret encounters and suits were now only brief appearances before he disappeared again to fulfill his dark obligations. Theodore seemed to change before his eyes, his brightness, once so vibrant, slowly fading out, leaving a disconcerting emptiness in the place of love that once warmed him.

You tried everything to recover the Theodore you knew and loved, but your efforts were in vain. The moment of greatest desolation came when the black mark stamped on his forearm, a cruel symbol of his loyalty to the Dark Lord. The pain of this moment was accentuated by the distance that Theodore created between you, moving away until your encounters became non-existent and your looks in the corridors stop. You, who were once inseparable, now saw yourself as strangers in a scenario that once seemed to be your refuge.

The war does not ask for permission from lovers or families; it simply invades and wreaks havoc. For you, the war brought a painful and abrupt separation. Your parents, fearing for your safety and the emotional impact that the war was causing, decided to send you away, a desperate escape to safeguard what was left of your innocence.

Since that day, your mind and heart have never left Hogwarts. The memory of Theodore and the anguish for the loss of his old life kept his chest tight and his spirit in constant restlessness. Time has passed, and even though the news that Theodore was well was a small consolation, it was still a light in the darkness, a thread of hope that you used to try, despite all the difficulties, to move on.

With the fall of Voldemort, your family decided it was time for you to get married, and so did a few months after the devastation. Alistair Blackwood was the chosen one, a young man a few years older, who his parents considered a good match for you. He seemed to be a viable option, but your marriage to him was marked by a kind of cold cordiality, an emotional distance that you struggled to fill, but never really managed to overcome.

Alistair, despite his good intentions, could not completely hide the pain of knowing that his heart still belonged to Theodore. He realized this at a particularly painful moment: one day, when he found his diary abandoned on a table in the library of his vast mansion, he read his old words, the descriptions of the love you felt for Theodore. Every page, every word, hit him like a sharp blade, revealing a wound that he did not know existed, but that now hurt deeply. Sadness and resignation filled his eyes when he realized that, despite his attempt to build a new future, the past still maintained a cruel squeeze on his heart.

For Theodore, the world became a stage of pain and desolation after the war. Every time his eyes crossed the corridors of Hogwarts, it was a painful reminder of the absence that his presence had become. The act of pretending not to see you, of maintaining a facade of indifference while feeling a devastating loss inside, slowly corroded him. That daily act of self-sufficiency was like a constant torment, a constant reminder of what had been torn from him.

When the war reached its climax, and chaos ravaged the castle, Theodore could not avoid the emptiness that swet on him after his departure. The absence of his presence by his side, the absence of love that once illuminated his days, made him feel lost, as if he were sailing aimlessly in a sea of uncertainty and despair. Every day without you was a silent fight, a battle against the sadness that seemed to spread throughout every aspect of your life.

The news of his marriage to Alistair Blackwood was an even more devastating blow. The impact of this revelation was so strong that he could hardly deal with the reality that the future he had dreamed of next to him had been completely undone. The pain was not only emotional, but almost physical, a weight that crushed him from the inside as he struggled to maintain his composure and rebuild what was left of his family name. Theodore tried to stand firm, but the truth was that, every day, the feeling of defeat and loss seemed to deepen.

Secretly, Theodore dedicated himself to the search for you. He searched the newspapers, anxiously observing any mention of the last name Blackwood, hoping to find some clue, some indication of where you could be. Every time you read a news story, your heart beat faster, a silent hope lit up only to be crushed by the reality that you were not there. The pages of the newspapers became a reflection of his endless search, and every time he did not find his name, the discouragement deepened. Theodore felt like he was running after a ghost, desperately trying to fill the void you had left in your life.

However, his hopes grew with the arrival of a certain invitation.

Draco and Astória's wedding was a stunning event, a glimpse of the past amid the elegance of the present. The hall was magnificently decorated with white and golden flowers, and the orchestra played classic melodies that enveloped the environment with an aura of nostalgia and sophistication. The conversations were soft, and the joy of the reunion with old friends filled the air.

You felt warmly welcomed by friends you haven't seen in a long time. Pansy and Blaise were the first to approach, their expressions revealing a mixture of longing and happiness. Pansy wrapped you in an affectionate hug, while Blaise greeted you with a genuine smile. The return to that known world, even if only for one night, was a balm for your soul.

The most anticipated moment of the night, however, was about to happen without you noticing. Theodore, with a presence that seemed to fill the space around him, arrived at the party. Your gaze was immediately attracted to you, and although you did not notice your observation, Theodore saw it in a way that no one else could understand.

For Theodore, the sight of you, radiant in an elegant dress, was like a direct blow to the heart. Time seemed to stop as he watched her, and the world around him faded. His expression carried a mixture of surprise and a deep longing, a reflection of the emotions he had kept so carefully since the last time they met. The pain of separation, the weight of memories and the love he never managed to erase were now evident in his eyes.

Alistair, your husband, was attentive to the dynamics of the party and noticed the intensity with which Theodore watched you. Alistair's reaction was subtle, but noticeable. He felt a wave of restlessness when he saw Theodore's fixed gaze and the way he seemed to absorb every detail of his. It was a look that conveyed more than words could express, a connection that seemed to challenge time and distance.

As the party continued with his charming music and waltz dance, Theodore kept his gaze on you, every gesture and smile of him capturing your attention in an almost hypnotic way. In his eyes, there was a melancholic sadness, a reflection of the pain he carried for being separated from you and the desire for a connection that had never completely disappeared. He watched you interact with your friends, every laugh and gesture he shared with them evoking memories of a simpler and happier time.

Alistair noticed the growing tension and, although he tried to maintain his composure, he could not ignore the silent rivalry that seemed to hover in the air. Theodore's presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of his own feelings and the shadow that the past still cast on his present. The party, with all its joy and celebration, contrasted with the internal whirlwind that Theodore and Alistair faced, a silent battle of emotions and unresolved memories.

The wedding was in full swing, and the hall continued to be filled with the soft melody of the orchestra and the lively whispers of the guests. The brightness of the lights reflected in the eyes of those present, but nothing seemed to overshadow the subtle tension that unfolded in the air between you, Theodore and Alistair.

At one point, Alistair, with a carefully calculated gesture, approached you, with the clear intention of affirming your presence and that of your marriage. His gaze was firm and safe, and he took the initiative to position himself next to you, wrapping you in a friendly hug and talking excitedly about the details of the party. Alistair's intention was evident: he wanted to make it clear to Theodore, without words, that his place next to him was occupied.

And it worked. Theodore, who was at a reasonable distance, felt the change in the environment. When encountering his gaze occasionally with Alistair's, the sad glow in his eyes became a little colder, almost as if an invisible barrier had erected between him and the woman who still occupied such a deep place in his heart. The few moments when their eyes crossed were loaded with a palpable tension, a reflection of the pain and loss that they both carried, although in different ways.

You, oblivious to the silent battle that unfolded, continued to get involved in the conversations and hugs of reunion. The environment was full of joy and celebration, and you did the best you could to get involved in the festivity. However, the presence of Theodore and the subtlety of Alistair's behavior added a complex layer to his experience of the night, a constant reminder that, even in the midst of the celebration, the past and his unresolved emotions were always present.

As the party progressed, the feeling of a silent rivalry grew, and the moments when his eyes crossed with Theodore were loaded with a melancholy that you could not fully understand. Alistair, on the other hand, was attentive to every nuance of the situation, trying to balance the need to show his position with the silent understanding that Theodore's presence was a painful reminder for everyone involved.

The salon was charming. Shimmering lights were reflected in the crystals of the chandeliers, and the dance floor was full of elegantly dressed guests, sliding gracefully to the sound of the waltz. Among the groups of friends and acquaintances, you and Pansy met in a corner, watching the scene with a mixture of nostalgia and pleasure.

Alistair, realizing the need for a break, walked away momentarily, leaving you alone with Pansy. The lively murmur of the party filled the environment, but his gaze met that of Theodore, who approached with a silent determination and a familiar glow. Pansy, noticing the increasing tension, decided to withdraw with a quick "I'm going to get something to drink", leaving you and Theodore alone.

- Y/N! - Theodore's voice resonated with the same melody you had kept in your memory, making your heart accelerate. His feelings clashed in a whirlwind of emotions.

- Hi, Theo. - You tried to smile, but the trembling in your voice denounced your nervousness. - How are you?

- I'm fine. - Theodore paused, his eyes fixed on you with a depth that seemed to go through the years of separation. - You look beautiful, as always.

- Thank you. - Your voice came out softly, and you looked away for a moment, drowned in feelings. - And you? What have you been doing? - The question was an effort to probe your life, and perhaps your most recent feelings.

- Oh, well, I've been dedicating myself to my family's business since... since it all happened. - Theodore smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to carry the pain of a shared past.

- I understand. And have you liked it? I remember you used to say you would never do that. - You smiled gently, and the warmth of your smile warmed Theodore's chest, like a comforting memory of times gone by.

- Yes, of course. - Theodore laughed slightly. - At that time, I didn't understand the importance of some things. So, disregard some of the things I said. - Your sentence carried an emotional weight that you both understood, creating a subtle tension between you.

The conversation flowed, initially recalling the good moments of the school, bringing a brief relief to the tension. But Theodore seemed determined to reopen old wounds.

- Y/N, I know I shouldn't bring this up, but I feel like I need to apologize for the way I handled things a few years ago. I was just a boy and... - He looked away, and you interrupted him gently.

- Theodore, don't apologize. Everything is fine. I understand... - Your eyes met again, offering a comforting smile. But before the conversation could continue, Alistair reappeared by his side.

Alistair approached, putting an arm around his waist in a protective way, while his gaze fixed on Theodore. Theodore's frustration was visible, a reflection of the tension that now permeated the environment.

- Oh, Theodore, this is Alistair, my husband. Sorry we didn't introduce ourselves before. - His smile was kind, but the tension between the two men was palpable.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Theodore. - Alistair's voice was firm and controlled, as he reached out for a squeeze. Theodore responded with a polite gesture, but the coldness in his eyes could not be disguised.

- Would you like to dance, dear? - Alistair turned to you, and you nodded with a smile.

- Of course. - You answered, but before you walked away, you said: - It was great to see you again, Theo. - The nickname, combined with the sparkle in your eyes, brought a sincere smile to Theodore's face. The flame of hope in his eyes lit up, even as he watched you move away, sliding among the dancing guests, like a living memory of a love that never went out.

After that night at the wedding of Draco and Astória, the flame of passion between you and Theodore seemed more alive than ever. It was as if the brief encounter full of emotions had rekindled a feeling that, despite the years away, never completely extinguished. Theodore became increasingly determined to get closer to school friends, especially because he knew that, by attending these meetings, he would have the chance to see her again.

The cycle of dinners and meetings between long-time friends has become a new routine for Theodore. Each social event offered an opportunity for him to be close to you, to observe from afar, and to feel, even in small doses, the presence he had missed for so long. He was not the only one to seek reconnection; you also attended these events with a renewed hope, a silent desire to rediscover the one who has always occupied a special place in your heart. The atmosphere of the dinners was always vibrant, a mixture of laughter and conversations that evoked memories of the past. His presence at these events became a reflection of his desire to restore something that was lost.

With each new encounter, his heart beat in the expectation of seeing Theodore, and every time he appeared, it was as if time had stopped. There was an intensity in the air, an almost palpable electricity, which was only amplified by the way he looked at you, with a mixture of hope and repressed desire. The feeling that something significant was about to happen hovered over these encounters, an invisible thread connecting the past to the present.

Alistair, her husband, always accompanied him at these dinners. He made a point of reaffirming his presence by his side, something that Theodore observed with a mixture of resignation and hope. Alistair seemed to understand the value of these encounters and, although it was a constant support, his role also carried a certain degree of unspoken tension. Lately, Alistair was absent from some of these dinners due to his work trips, which Theodore secretly thanked. These moments of her husband's absence offered Theodore an opportunity to get a little closer, to let his words and looks insinuate what could not be said directly.

Each absence of Alistair at a dinner seemed to open a small gap for Theodore, allowing him to be closer to you, to talk more, to feel the warmth of his presence for a little longer. Although respect for your situation and the presence of your husband was always present, the underlying tension between you and Theodore continued to grow, fueling a silent hope that, perhaps one day, circumstances would change.

That cold night, while the wind whispered softly and the stars shone with a dim light, you found yourself alone on Pansy's balcony, contemplating the horizon that merged with the night sky. The distant murmur of the party inside the house was muffled by the breeze, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted with the whirlwind of feelings in his chest.

That's when you looked at the door and saw Theodore's silhouette protruding at the entrance. His vision made his heart accelerate instantly, as if every memory, every long-kept feeling, had been revived by his simple presence. He advanced with a soft smile, and you were slightly frightened by your unexpected arrival.

- I didn't think I would meet you here - you said, trying to hide the tremor in your voice when you saw it appear on the balcony.

Theodore smiled, a glow of longing and affection illuminating his eyes, which seemed to reflect the mystery and melancholy of the night. He positioned himself by your side, and his closeness immediately brought a sense of intimacy that you haven't felt in a long time.

- I could say the same about you - he replied, his voice loaded with a playful tone that barely disguised the depth of the feelings he struggled to contain. - You disappeared so quickly from the party that I had to come after you.

His laughter was a soft echo in the stillness of the night, a sound that seemed suspended in the air, loaded with repressed emotions. Theodore's presence was causing a whirlwind of feelings within you, and he leaned slightly, his eyes fixed on yours, while his smile softened in a familiar warmth.

- I've always loved hearing your laugh... - Theodore murmured, the sincerity in his voice so palpable that it almost looked like a caress. You were silent, absorbing the intensity of your words, until he continued in an almost whispering tone. - I miss you, more than you can imagine.

Your heart accelerated with the unexpected confession, and you struggled to maintain your composure. The conversation quickly turned into a moment charged with an intensity that seemed to crush the space between you.

- Theodore... - you started, your hesitant voice, but with a glow of hope and vulnerability.

He took a step closer, his hand touching his in a delicate way, a gesture that sent a chill all over his body. His touch seemed to connect all the wires of a shared past, relighting a flame that you thought had been extinguished.

- I know time has passed, and the way I left you was horrible. - Theodore interrupted, his voice low and loaded with intensity. - But I never... I've never forgotten about you, Y/N.

His confession hovered in the air as a long-kept secret, the truth finally revealed. Your heart was beating out of step, and Theodore's words reverberated deep inside you. The cold and silent night seemed to have turned into a stage for a new and painful truth, and the feeling of being on the verge of something significant became almost palpable.

- You don't know how much I've looked for you since it all ended, and seeing that you moved on was devastating. - Theodore, who once seemed insecure, now gathered all the strength he had to open up to you. - But then, at the wedding, when I saw you again, everything was clear to me...

- Theodore, no... - you tried to interrupt with a low voice, the emotion mixing with the confusion.

- That night, I saw in your eyes something I couldn't ignore. I know you still feel the same, Y/N, I know you do. - Theodore insisted, his voice almost begging for a confirmation.

You took a step back, your gaze deviating as conflicting feelings disrupted your interior. The desire to be embraced by him fought against the reality of his current situation. What would come next was uncertain, but at that moment, what mattered was the sincerity of feelings and the intensity of a love that seemed to have resisted time and adversity.

- Theodore, I... - You hesitated, your words mixing with the emotional whirlwind inside you. - It's so complicated, and I don't know if I'm ready to face it now.

He took a step closer, his expression becoming even more intense. His eyes, fixed on yours, seemed to beg for an answer he knew was the truth, even if you hesitated.

- I understand it's difficult, but... - Theodore whispered, his voice loaded with urgency. - I can't stay here and pretend I don't feel it. Every moment I pass away from you, I feel like I'm losing a part of myself.

Your chest hurt with the sincerity of your words, and you struggled to organize your thoughts. The desire to be close to him, to relive the connection you shared, was so strong that it seemed almost irresistible. You looked at him, his visible vulnerability.

- Theodore, I feel it too... - You started, your words getting entangled with emotion. - But there are so many things at stake...

- I know - he interrupted gently, his hand wrapping yours with a delicacy that seemed to disarm all your defenses. - But, please, just allow me to be close to you, even if it's only for now. I don't want to miss this chance.

You felt his warm presence, the gentle touch of his hand, and his voice became a murmur just for the two of you. The world seemed to disappear around as the two got even closer, the space between you decreasing every second.

- Theodore... - You murmured, your voice failing, almost inaudible.

He tilted his head, his forehead almost touching his, and his eyes closed for a moment. He was so close, and you could feel his breathing mixing with yours. Time seemed to drag on, the world reducing itself to this moment of intensity.

- There is nothing more I want than to be here with you now - he whispered, his voice loaded with a deep devotion.

You closed your eyes, and Theodore's proximity made your heart accelerate even more. He hesitated for a moment, seeking permission in his gaze before slowly leaning forward. His lips found yours in a soft and tender kiss, as if he were rediscovering something that should never have been lost.

The kiss was a mixture of longing and desire, a reassessment of everything you had experienced. The repressed emotions, the pain, the love - everything merged in that contact, transforming the cold night into something warm and comforting. Every touch, every shared breath, was a reminder that, despite the years and separations, the love between you still remained intense and unchanged.

After the kiss, you slowly walked away, your hearts still racing, and a soft and sincere smile appeared on the lips of both of you. The expression on their faces was a reflection of relief and happiness, as if the world around it had bowed to allow this special moment.

Theodore looked at you with an intensity that seemed to penetrate your soul. His eyes shone with a combination of love and vulnerability, and he seemed more present than ever. He bowed a little more, his face still close to yours, and his voice, now an almost reverent whisper, filled the silence of the night.

- I love you. - Theodore murmured, his words loaded with a deep and disarming sincerity.

Your chest was filled with a mixture of joy and emotion when you heard these words, and you felt a wave of heat and comfort knowing that your feelings were equally intense and true. The confession hovered in the air between you, a testimony of love that still burned strong despite the years and separations.

Without giving time for any other words to be said, Theodore again connected his lips to his own, this time with a deeper and more urgent passion. The kiss was more intense, more full of meaning, as if it were trying to express all the love and longing accumulated during the years away. Every touch of your lips seemed like a silent promise that, despite everything, you were still destined to be together.

The intensity of the kiss seemed to transform the time and space around, making everything clearer and simpler. The outside world disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was the connection between the two of you, renewed and stronger than ever.

_______________________________

masterlist here

A/N: Guys, I apologize for the delays in the publication and the errors during the text. I want to remind you that English is not my original language, so there will probably be mistakes☹️

xoxo, bee🫶🏼🫶🏼

97 notes · View notes

viamutationis · 3 months ago

Text

OH GREY WARDEN, WE'RE REALLY IN IT NOW.

ID in alt text, notes and oc infodump under the cut! PLEASE ask me about them they're my new babygirl of the week

Yeah. Ben-Hassrath Cousland is wild, I know. This was one of those 3 am thoughts that became a beloved oc and now they're my canon protag. Basically: She was being trained to be House Cousland's left hand to spy within the noble courts and intercept threats to her family's rule, and a large part of that meant being covertly sent to Orlais to train as a bard. Buuuut the bardmaster she studied under was an undercover Hissrad, and she wound up being converted to the Qun by her. Teenage Laurentia was in a spot where, like every kid, she was questioning the Andrastian beliefs she was raised with and all the unfair things she noticed in her society, so she was very open to the Qun.

Her role once she was sent back home was basically just to send reports detailing the inner workings of the Ferelden nobility and to be aware of any Tal-Vashoth activity in the area. Pretty benign shit, and the former task is what she was doing for her family anyway. Still recruited by the Wardens the normal way, via Duncan doing his "come with me if you want to live" shtick after the fam dies. None of the Blight Crew find her out save for Leliana, because Leli knows everything. She only reveals it to Sten just as he's about to hop on a ship back home LMAOOO.

They're genuinely very compassionate and sweet. A lil whimsical. Highly loyal and protective. Very lawful good (emphasis on lawful). It's a weird sort of internal reconciling - they are genuinely kind to most people and love listening to others' issues and helping them out. It just so happens that this makes them an excellent spy, because they're exactly the sort of person people feel comfortable opening up to, and they see no issue with passing relevant information on to the powers they spy for. The kindness is genuine, but it's also a tool, if that makes sense. Their duty comes before any attachments. On that Master Coercion grindset.

No romance because they're aro, but they do have a little homoerotic espionage cat and mouse goin on with Leliana (singing campfire songs and trading stories and braiding each others' hair included). They get along with all their companions besides Morrigan and Oghren, and even Morrigan is more just.. cordial passive aggression.

They exist in the same worldstate as my Orlesian Warden-Commander Gavriel! He's a veteran warden who joins them on the road after Lothering because his ass snuck into Ferelden to help the Wardens solo, and then he'll later become the WC while they become Arlessa because they have more political experience and he has more military experience.

They generally make the nicey nice choices, albeit not where magic is concerned, and even then it's purely out of an abundance of caution. They do NOT annul the Circle, they do that secret third option where you tell Greagoir there could still be blood mages so he puts the mages into quarantine and Wynne still joins you but the game counts it as siding with the Templars. They let Isolde kill Connor, rip lil dude. (Not like they have a choice, they would rather that than the blood magic anyway, but they kill Jowan soooooo.) Besides that, all nicey choices. Bhelen on the throne, Anvil destroyed, Zathrian reconciles and everybody lives, Ashes are not tainted, Loghain recruited, Alistair and Anora rule jointly, Gavriel and Morrigan know they'd never agree to the Dark Ritual so they do it behind Laurentia's back and nobody dies lmao.

Small notes on their disabilities: Wynne was the healer that did their cleft lip surgeries as a kid!! Their last surgery was when they were 6, so they do remember her :D & their hearing aids are lyrium-infused lazurite, the runes are all enchantments that combine to make it collect and amplify sound like an actual HA does. I love bullshitting magic technology.

Their mabari is named Princess, because they got her when they were 10, okay.

47 notes · View notes

wolfwhisperertf · 12 days ago

Text

I was tagged by @trickerys-domain to make my OCs this picrew!! Thank you for tagging me, I've honestly been looking for a new OC creator for a while and this one is great!

Merinda Aeducan (she/they): She did their best to embody everything that made a dwarf honorable; strength, cunning, loyalty. She was kind to a fault but made sure no one saw that as a weakness. A powerful duelist that always saw herself walking the path of a general for their family. She never imagined becoming a warden but jumped at the chance since it was the only way they would be able to continue fighting. She fell for Alastair quickly because of their shared humor. She made fast friends with most of the companions... Leliana the sister she never had, Wynn the mother they lost long ago, Alastair the love she thought never to be found again. (she was in love with Gorim) When Merinda learned of the true nature of killing the arch-dragon she was just angry, angry and rescinded. When Morrigan returned with her solution they almost didn't ask Alistair but in the end no one had to die.

Tahoe Hawke (he/him): A mage who only ever wished to protect his family. In the beginning I played Tahoe much more blue, a paragon that tried to save everyone he could. The more he failed at that task however, the more purple he became. He liked Isabela but only truly ever had eyes for Fenris. Their relationship was not all sunshine and rainbows however, if Fenris said something hurtful about mages, Tahoe would openly flirt with Isabela. Eventually they figured their romance out but the more Fenris healed the more Tahoe broke. *trigger warning* His sacrifice in the Fade was just a thinly veiled suicide... Varric knew it, Fenris knew it.

Eirwen Lavellan (she/her): Once a hunter for her clan but always a ranger at heart. Eirwen wore the vallaslin of Gilan'nain because of her hope to one day become the clan's Halla keeper like her grandfather. She loved to explore the forest and like many of her clan she was fast to tolerate humans. She took it one step farther however, she befriended some of the human hunter's that shared the same woods as her clan. It was because of her open heart that the Keeper sent Eirwen to the conclave. Becoming the Inquisitor was hard but somehow through all of it Eirwen enjoyed it, she enjoyed learning about the world, seeing forgotten ruins, making friends in all corners of the nations... strange as it sounds maybe that's why she found it so easy to let go of. For now Eirwen is content living out the rest of her years with her Cully-Wully, helping him with his Templar Sanctuary. Spending nights listing to Dorian complain about magisters or pretending to complain about the last surprise Bull sent him. And on very rare nights she sneaks off in her old armor with a crossbow hidden under her cloak.

No pressure tag to @afamoore, @dovahbee, and anyone else who wants to! (doesn't even have to be dragon age)

#dragon age #my ocs #oc #warden aeducan #male hawke #inquisitor lavellan

18 notes · View notes

whamgram · 8 months ago

Note

It needs to be said Under My Skin is the best Radiobelle fanfic I have read so far! Everything in it is a 10 for 10 the characterization the plot, the slow burning romance it’s just so good the latest chapter had me somewhere between cackling, with giddy enjoyment and incoherently squealing at everything that happened.

Firstly, let me just say, Alastor’s mini shadow minions cuddling, and loving on Charlie was pure genius. It’s like he can’t be honest with himself so his powers find another way to release those feelings, and once again, it is thrust into his face how he really feels. Then the ending with the delivery with the flowers and him destroying the delivery man’s truck quite possibly killing the delivery man. Clearly, he’s never heard the term don’t shoot the messenger shoot the sender. His jealousy is definitely believable. We see it as clear as day because we’re getting a glimpse into his feelings, but he reacts to it subtly when other characters are around so they don’t take notice.

Now, for Vox’s scheming I like how you didn’t make Charlie, so naive as to believe that they wanted to sponsor the hotel without something in it for the vee’s. It was definitely a nice touch and refreshing to see Charlie being kind but not stupid. I feel like a lot of people don’t understand that just because a person is naïve does not mean that they’re stupid. Meanwhile Vox is trying to be cunning, but he can’t hide his physical reactions towards his animosity with Alastor but at the same time he subtly invades Charlie’s personal space not enough send her running for the hills but enough to give off a false sense of charming not that Charlie is fooled by it she’s obviously weirded out by his attempts. It’s clear that he wants to achieve something, but as what it is at the moment, I’m not entirely too sure he could be planning to put a false story out there of himself charming hell’s princess, in order to get under Alastor’s skin. But that’s just a guess. I feel like that’s not it though because it’s too obvious. I can’t wait to see Lucifer‘s reaction to all this because it seems like he knows something is brewing. He’s just not clear on what it is yet. And I’m all too eager to see Alastor lose his temper again

The sparring oh my God, the sporing was everything I hoped for and more it was just delicious just everything about it the mood, the tone, the teasing the banter that was just right and the the unintentional striptease!!! I had to be revived while reading the striptease! How did Alistair not realize that Charlie bit her lip so hard that she cut it? Alastor I understand you’re a massive emotion and you’re sweating through your feelings but you’ve got to pay attention. Your woman is literally thirsting over you. I also love that he’s training Charlie, because I feel like it adds to him saying what he said before about her having potential that he can guide.

My theory is on the awkward Boner tag is that it’s gonna happen if/ when Charlie loses her shit over something because he already checked her out before when she went into her full demon form over, losing her temper about the whole Gloryhole situation. But that was just her losing her temper for a quick second, if she were to actually harness that anger towards a person I think Alastor will be like Oh. Oh deer I need to excuse myself for a quick moment. All in all the chapter was fantastic. The whole story I could read four times and read it again it’s just so good may you continue to write I can’t wait to see what chapter 13 holds.

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! 🥰 This message has made my entire week!

I’m so glad you liked the cuddly shadowy minions! I just loved the idea of Alastor losing control over parts of himself because of his growing feelings for Charlie. He’s a guy who’s always in control of his emotions but he’s never had to deal with these types of emotions before. And he’s very ill-equipped to do so. That also causes these bouts of anger and jealousy that he also can’t control. It’s all he can manage to at least have these outbursts in private.

I agree about Charlie’s naivety! She’s kind and overly trusting but she’s not stupid. She’s willing to give Vox a chance because she’s willing to give everyone a chance. But she definitely went into the meeting feeling cautious and also picked up on his bad vibes. Plus Vox was very much trying to charm her in the same way Alastor does and she was like “Mmm no, that only works on me when Alastor does it.” 😉

I love the “training together” trope and couldn’t wait to write it for Charlie and Alastor! So much delicious potential for banter and sexual tension. 😏 And Alastor was too busy fuming over the insinuation that he lost to Adam because of his fancy clothes (which of course Charlie doesn’t actually think), that he totally didn’t notice her undressing the rest of him with her eyes.

You are very close about the awkward boner tag. 😉 I’ll just say it’s coming up soon.

#charlastor #hazbin hotel #whamgram asks #whamgram fics #not star wars

45 notes · View notes

ashenlavellan · 3 months ago

Text

Sinking in..?

[original: 8/16/24] / [edited: 8/17/24]

After all the years that I've played Inquisition (around 2017), not once have I had my character romance Solas. Most of my playthroughs were romancing Cullen, and a couple where it was Josephine and Blackwall.

I will admit this, before anyone gets upset - I do enjoy how he was written and the many interactions you have throughout the game with him. I like his personal quest and the tension with the reunion in Trespasser. [I usually have decent or pretty good approval with him by the end of the game.]

It's been years and I still come across breathtaking artwork that portrays the tragedy of Solavellan, and some snippets from stories. Thanks to the release of the Veilguard, I can only imagine how a reunion will turn out between them [lovers] after what happens in Trespasser. Was their parting amicable with a longing kiss, or was there cursing and crying at the end of Trespasser?

How will the second reunion go during Veilguard..?

I'm considerably older compared to when I first played Inquisition and I was more drawn to happier endings for my characters. (ex: Queen-Cousland/Alistair, FemHawke/Fenris (post-Fade), Inquisitor/Cullen.)

However, I've experienced some heartache and tragedies of my own and understand that there won't always be a happy ending - not for everyone.

I know that some readers may feel some jealousy or the like, reading this from the perspective from a fellow fan who has never romanced Solas. I can only ask these questions and what may be down the line...

Will it still hurt as much, having the answers shortly after playing - instead of waiting for years?

Is there conversation and dialogue throughout Inquisition into Trespasser that will be devastating to realize by the end, but possibly having those answers in the Veilguard?

Will it hurt..?

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #datv spoilers #solavellan #solavellan hell

22 notes · View notes

merrilldidnothingwrong · 1 year ago

Text

How the Companions Love

Greetings. I have returned, and I am inaugurating opening up asks to BG3 with a post about how the romance options love. Spoilers ahead. - Mod Alistair

Gale: Gale's love is bittersweet. He's loved before, and that love twisted in with his pride and desire for his lover's approval has ended with him here. With a bomb inside him, and getting a message from his once-lover that the only thing that will redeem him is sacrificing himself. He flirts and romances, but part of it is borne of him trying to recapture what he lost with his recklessness. Once he experienced magic with another, beheld the beauty of the world not alone, but side by side with the person who held his heart. Yet in a strange way, he's growing into a far greater love, whether Tav reciprocates his offer of romance, because he gains friendship where he once had none.

Astarion: Astarion loves cautiously. He shows lust easily enough, he's used to being seductive, making himself seem approachable and desirable. But love, emotional intimacy. He struggles, because it's a weakness, and he wants nothing more than to burn all weakness out so that he can never be enslaved again. Yet at the same time, the comfort of love calls to him, and carefully, fearfully, he reaches for it.

Wyll: Wyll loves hopefully. He flirts and acts like a suave hero, but at core, he hopes to find someone he can love who cares as deeply as he does. Who wants to help as much as he does. He tries to take charge and protect when he's unused to being among equals, and being cared for and protected in turn startles him. He hopes for love, but he doesn't expect to be loved back the way he loves.

Lae'zel: Lae'zel's love is uncertain. It's new ground to her, and she's already dealing with uncertainty as her world, both figuratively and literally, has been wrenched out from under her. Love is foreign to her, and she falls back on lust because it's what she knows. But slowly, she takes that step, revealing her emotional desires as she revealed her physical ones. And though she expresses it poorly, she grows to care for those around her, and to find love and kindness as she opens up, and learns more about the world she's in now.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart loves desperately. She yearns for it, and clings to it all the time, even when she feels she shouldn't. Her joy when she believes she's beloved by Shar burns bright. When she steps away from Shar, she falls back on the love and compassion she's experienced through her journey, building her foundation on it, where she once relied on Shar's teachings.

Karlach: Karlach loves passionately. She reaches for the first chance she's had to experience love, and she takes it. She fights to regain the ability to feel physical intimacy that was stolen from her, and drinks in the emotional intimacy she'd been missing for far too long. She relishes in compassion and love when she'd been unable to indulge in either for most of her life. Even when she makes peace with dying soon, because she never wishes to return to where she was enslaved, she devours as much love as she can, wishing to make up for the time she'd lost.

Halsin: Halsin loves freely. Both romantically and in general. He holds kindness, love, and joy close to his heart, and spreads them where he can. He seeks and offers freedom, and loves it for all it is. He's looked into the abyss, and chosen to turn around and embrace the world and people in it.

(I've got nothing for Minthara bc I play good characters. Add on if y'all want.)

Time and time again, the importance of love is repeated throughout Baldur's Gate 3. From the healthy to the toxic, we see love in numerous forms. And especially in our primary companions, we see this lesson over and over: when the world is beating you down, love will help you get back up. And though it's messy, and filled with arguments and disagreement, the group of people trying to find their freedom from a dark fate, and finding love and common ground together, is a deeply beautiful thing.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale #wyll #astarion #lae'zel #shadowheart #halsin #karlach #bg3 spoilers

104 notes · View notes

heroesvow · 3 months ago

Text

I need to get my thoughts out in the open, so here are my opinions if certain former companions / advisors are gonna pop up in DA4. I could be talking out of my ass here, so don't take any of this 100% seriously I have no idea how the story is gonna go and I could be surprised.

100% Confirmed - Solas ( Duh ) - Varric - Morrigan ( Still riding this high tbh ) - The Inquisitor ( Who knows what their role will be, but we get to customize them when we make our Rook so I'm excited to make my Inkys look tired and hot asf )

80% chance because it just makes SENSE. - Dorian ( We're in Tevinter, he's incredibly popular, and hopefully Maevaris pops up as well because she deserves to finally appear physically in a game. ) - Isabela ( This is my just me hoping tbh, but we're traveling to different places so her ship being our mode for transportation just makes sense to me. She showed up in concept art, and she's also dearly beloved by the fanbase. Bring her back ! )

50% chance because of locations, or possible small one scene moments for fun. - Zevran ( Antivan Crows baby ) - Leliana, Cassandra and Vivienne. ( If the divine appears in a single scene we'll probably get them. I can see Cass and Leliana appearing with the Inquisitor as well, but I don't think any of them will have a LARGE role in the story. ) - Alistair ( If he's a Grey Warden and is still kicking he might show up at Weisshaupt, if he's King he could also make a small cameo appearance during a single scene. Anora as well. He's my all time favorite so I of course want him to show up in at least ONE scene. ) - Blackwall, Loghain, Carver, Bethany ( Grey Wardens, they can show up at Weisshaupt. The Hawke twins are obviously determinant, but it'd be really nice to see them at least once. ) - Cole ( His connection to Solas gives me hope but who knows. ) - Sten ( We'll definitely see the Qunari and deal with them during some story beats. He's the current Arishok, it just makes sense. ) - Fenris ( His large role in the comics and him currently being in the areas from the game gives me hope. Gideon said he isn't in the game, but Claudia also said the same thing so who knows? ) - Shale ( Was in this area last we checked! Could show up! I hope so because Shale is deadass the funniest companion across the three games idc )

30% drinking copium kool aid. - Josephine ( Her appearing in one scene would be so nice, but she's not as popular as other characters so I don't have high hopes. ) - Iron Bull ( The Chargers could appear! But Freddie Prince Jr has said BioWare has no interest in him as a voice actor?? But who knows what their drama is really about. ) - Sera ( Could happen. No reason why she couldn't. ) - Merrill ( Her desire to bring back elven culture would be interesting to see in this story, but I personally don't think BioWare would consider her. I love her though and I would have her in this game in an instant if it was up to me. )

10% not ruling them out, but it's very unlikely. - The Warden ( I have given up hope babes. ) - Anders ( BioWare seems to REALLY dislike him so I don't see it happening. ) - Oghren ( I don't want him and if they choose to bring him back over others I might take drastic measures. ) - Hawke ( Maybe a voice cameo?? We know the person left in the fade isn't being addressed in this game, but if they weren't left behind maybe we'll get something lol )

0% chance these characters show up. - Aveline ( We're probably not going to Kirkwall and she has no reason to not be there. ) - Sebastian ( See Aveline, but swap Kirkwall with Starkhaven ) - Wynne ( She's dead. ) - Cullen ( LMAO he will never physically appear in this series again and I am fine with that. I love Cullen, but his VA needs to fuck off this planet ASAP. He'll probably get a mention by the Inquisitor if he was romanced and that will be it. )

#♛ out of character. / ooc #i didnt feel like including all the awakening friends + tallis so i didn't oops

18 notes · View notes

daitranscripts · 4 months ago

Text

Skyhold Conversation

Morrigan

Skyhold Masterpost

The PC speaks with Morrigan in the gardens.

Morrigan: My [lord/lady] Inquisitor. Morrigan: Wandering the gardens, I see. Morrigan: Greetings, Inquisitor.

1 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Tell me more about you. [2]

Investigate: Thoughts on the Inquisition? [3]

Investigate: What are you working on? [4]

Investigate (after the Temple of Mythal): You know about elven lore? [5]

Investigate (after meeting Flemeth): Did Flemeth tell the truth? [6]

Investigate (after the Final Piece): What will you do now? [7]

General: Goodbye. [8]

2 - Investigate: Tell me more about you. PC: I'd like to know more about you.

Morrigan: Ah, yes. Whence comes the mystery woman, slinking her way into the Inquisition’s ranks? Once, I was an apostate, living well away from the banal influence of the Chantry in the Korcari Wilds. Then came the Fifth Blight with its darkspawn, and I left Ferelden for the empress’s court. ‘Tis certain the nobles of Orlais breathe a collective sigh of relief that I am now here.

Morrigan (if asked before): If you have questions, then ask.

9 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: You were in the Fifth Blight? [10]

Investigate: You’re an apostate. [11]

Investigate: Why the Orlesian court? [12]

Investigate (if Morrigan had Kieran): Tell me about Kieran. [13]

10 - Investigate: You were in the Fifth Blight? PC: You were in Ferelden during the Blight? Morrigan: The Blight began in the Korcari Wilds, so yes—I experienced it firsthand. Indeed, I fought at the Hero of Ferelden’s side for a time. [They are] the reason the Blight was defeated. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Morrigan (HoF went through eluvian with Morrigan): We… became close, closer than I ever thought possible. When I left, he perused me. Morrigan (HoF romanced, did not go through eluvian): We were… very close. It was difficult to leave him. Morrigan (not romanced, did ritual with HoF): In the end, what he did for me… I will always be grateful. Morrigan (did ritual with Alistair/Loghain): I wish things had gone differently in the end. It had to be, yet… Morrigan (not romanced, did not do ritual): We did not part on good terms. I regret a great deal, but that most of all. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Morrigan: And after that, I can to Orlais. The last place one would look for me, or such was my hope. [back to 9] ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 11 - Investigate: You’re an apostate. PC: It’s odd that an apostate can live so… openly. Morrigan: (Chuckles.) It confuses those who expect apostates to cower and hide. I stand boldly before them and demand to know why I need some Chantry mage to teach me to control my power. They would put me on a leash so they can feel safer at night? I am uninterested in their comfort. Naturally, it helps to have friends in high places. [back to 9] ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 12 - Investigate: Why the Orlesian court? PC: The Orlesian court seems like an odd place to find someone like you. Morrigan: That was the point, originally. I knew the empress was intrigued by the arcane, and that I could answer question no Chantry mage could. Thus we fit together nicely. I became her advisor and she my benefactor and source of refuge. Morrigan (Celene died): The moment Celene perished, my time in court was done. I do not miss it overmuch. [back to 9] Morrigan (Celene lived): Truth be told, our arrangement would not have lasted much longer. Too many wagging tongues, even for Celene. [back to 9] ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 13 - Investigate: Tell me about Kieran. PC: Tell me more about your son. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Morrigan (Old God Kieran): He is very special young man. PC: Special in what way? Morrigan: In every way. At first, Kieran was a means to an end but as he grew… I never thought of myself, Inquisitor, I had no good example to follow. I find myself becoming something I can barely recognize. [back to 9] ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Morrigan (Human Kieran): I had him before I came to Orlais. He… is a delight, truly. PC: You sounds surprised by that. Morrigan: More than you can know. Kieran changed me. I will protect him to my last breath, if I must. [back to 9]

3 - Investigate: Thoughts on the Inquisition? PC: Now that you’ve seen the Inquisition up close, what are your impressions?

Morrigan: ‘Tis remarkable, what you have built. I will give you that.

Morrigan (secrets perks highest): Leliana has built a network of spies beyond anything Thedas has seen. Morrigan (forces perks highest): Soldiers are camped outside Skyhold in numbers that would give any nation pause. Morrigan (connections perks highest): A web of favors has wrapped every noble family in southern Thedas around your fingers. Morrigan (all perks equal/Inquisition perks highest): You have an army, a web of agents, and political favors owed you from every major played.

Morrigan: All this in precious little time, conjured from thin air through the power of fervor alone. I wonder if Corypheus suspects what he was enabling, just as I wonder what will become of all this once he is defeated.

Dialogue options:

General: First we must defeat him. [14]

General: I’m not sure what’s next. [15]

General: The Inquisition will continue. [16]

14 - General: First we must defeat him. PC: We have to defeat him first. Then I’ll worry about what’s next. Morrigan: Should that happen, the world will lie at your feet… more or less. [17] ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 15 - General: I’m not sure what’s next. PC: I have no idea what will happen once all this is over. Morrigan: Do you not? No doubt there will be countless men and women with suggestions. [17] ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 16 - General: The Inquisition will continue. PC: Whatever happens, the Inquisition will survive. Morrigan: That alone is worthy of wonder. A new player on the stage, a figure of might and marvel. [17] ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 17 - Scene continues. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Morrigan: Beware the heights you reach, Inquisitor. When this is done, many will be eager to knock you back down. [back to 1]

4 - Investigate: What are you working on? What have you been doing to help us?

Morrigan: Currently, my efforts are focused on determining what Corypheus is and where his power comes from. The elven orb he carries is what draws my attention. I wonder if the power he used to tear open the Fade in fact came from the orb. Perhaps it is even the source of your Anchor. If I learn of its origin, I may also learn what Corypheus now intends—as well as his weaknesses.

18 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Would you fight alongside me? [19]

Investigate: What about his dragon? [20]

Investigate: Could he become a god? [21]

General: I appreciate your efforts. [22]

General: We have little information. [23]

General: I need more from you. [24]

19 - Investigate: Would you fight alongside me? PC: I could use your company for my excursions outside Skyhold. Morrigan: I have spent my share of time wandering the wilderness in the company of others, Inquisitor. Thank you for the invitation, but for now, I will restrict my efforts to researching the arcane. [back to 18]

20 - Investigate: What about his dragon? PC: Do you know anything about his dragon? Morrigan: It has the appearance of an Archdemon. Of that I am certain. A true Archdemon, however, is supposedly the corrupted form of an Old God. Has Corypheus actually dug up one of the ancient prisons? If so, why has a new Blight not begun? His dragon is something else, something connected to his blighted nature as well as his magic. Beyond that, I cannot say. [back to 18]

21 - Investigate: Could he become a god? PC: Is it even possible that Corypheus could succeed? Morrigan: The Black City exists. Wherever one goes into the Fade, it is visible in the sky. The last time Corypheus and his cohorts stormed its doors, the unleashed the Blight upon the world. This time? Perhaps he might indeed gain untold power, becoming something unto a god. It is also possible he could unleash something far worse than the Blights. So yea, Corypheus could succeed in his goal. If not, his attempt alone could destroy the world.

Dialogue options:

Investigate: He thinks I’m his rival. [24]

[Back to 18]

24 - Investigate: He thinks I’m his rival. PC: Corypheus says I’m a rival. Does that mean… Morrigan: Could you become a god? That depends: are you prepared to use your Anchor to enter the Black City? Dialogue options:

General: Definitely not. [25]

General: I don’t know how. [26]

General: Yes, if I could. [27]

25 - General: Definitely not. PC: No. Never. Morrigan: Tell Corypheus that and see if he believes you. [back to 18] 26 - General: I don’t know how. PC: I… wouldn’t know how, if that’s even possible. Morrigan: Perhaps Corypheus fears the moment you learn. [back to 18] 27 - General: Yes, if I could. PC: If the Anchor would let me do that? Absolutely. Morrigan: Then Corypheus is correct. You are a rival. [back to 18]

22 - General: I appreciate your efforts. PC: However you can help, it’s appreciated. Morrigan: I am doing what I can. In time, we shall see what more I can offer you. [back to 1]

23 - General: We have little information. PC: We know so little about Corypheus. Morrigan: Continue prodding at Corypheus, Inquisitor. Elicit a reactions, and we may yet learn from it. [back to 1]

24 - General: I need more from you. PC: Someone of your skills could do more. Morrigan: I am doing what I can. In time, we shall see what more I can offer you. [back to 1]

5 - Investigate: You know about elven lore? PC: You seem to know a great deal about elven lore. Morrigan: The Dalish are not the only ones interested in the distant past, Inquisitor. Indeed, my skills allow me access to places the Dalish dare not even dream of. The ancient elves hold secrets they have not yet given up, secrets about the foundation of Thedas itself. Thus, they are my focus. Corypheus clearly feels the same. [back to 1]

6 - Investigate: Did Flemeth tell the truth? PC: Do you trust what Flemeth told us? Morrigan: About what she is? I… am uncertain. I knew there was more to her than I realized, that she was not truly human—but this? I once found her grimoire, and that was where I learned her immortality was gained by stealing the bodies of her daughters. Flemeth claims I misunderstood: “It is not forced on the unwilling.” Meaning I might agree to such a thing? Impossible, yet there seemed an undeniable sense of truth to the things she told us. All my years spent hunting for arcane mysteries, and the greatest was the one I left behind. [back to 1]

7 - Investigate: What will you do now? PC: So what do you intend to do now?

Morrigan (Morrigan drank, had Kieran): Once Corypheus is defeated, I will take Kieran and leave. Morrigan (Morrigan drank, no Kieran): Once Corypheus is defeated, I will undoubtedly move on. Morrigan (PC drank, Morrigan had Kieran): Now? I will take Kieran and leave. Morrigan (PC drank, no Kieran): Now? I will move on. You have what you need to face Corypheus.

Morrigan (Morrigan drank): Where I will go is is uncertain. I must consider the fact that Flemeth may have plans for me. I am, after all, her servant. Such a delight. Yet we must now consider the coming battle. I hope all I learned from the well proves worthwhile. [back to 1]

Morrigan (PC drank): You are her servant, but I am her daughter. I doubt she will let me slip completely from her clutches. Whatever happens, I wish you well in the coming battle, Inquisitor. [back to 1]

8 - General: Goodbye. PC: I’ll leave you to the garden. Morrigan: As you like. Morrigan: Until next time, then. Morrigan: Of course.

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dai #dai transcripts #dai dialogue #dragon age transcripts #dragon age dialogue #dragon age inquisition transcripts #dragon age inquisition dialogue #morrigan #long post #veeerrrrry long post #morrigan sure does have a lot to say

17 notes · View notes

malvolios-yellow-stockings · 1 year ago

Text

I'm getting DA:O brainworms again, but there's something so delicious about unhardened Warden Alistair growing into an unrequited (but actually kind of requited) love for (Mage) Warden who romances Morrigan and leaves him behind. Like, there's this one person who's been trying to convince you of good in this world, telling you not to grow cold, this person who was your right hand man, or, moreso you were his. This boy basically, you stumbled upon, who experienced the real world for the first time with you by his side. A man you walked Ferelden up and down with. Someone you've entrusted your life to and spilt blood for and who has done the same for you. A friend who has indulged your fancies, who reluctantly did things for you, who helped you bury a king who hadn't treated him kindly. And you've never really had feelings for anyone before him, at least like this, and you don't know what they are. And then you see him mingle with the Witch of the Wilds. See how he looks at her, trying to be cocky to impress her. See her twist this man into making decisions you're sure he'd never agree to were she not there to whisper it to him. And when you turn to the rest of your companions, they mock you and warp your concern. You are ready to give your life for this man, if it means slaying the Archdemon and ending the Blight but he speaks of some Dark Ritual. And it makes your soul grow weary and scared. And then Morrigan disappears and you finally think to yourself - this was for the best. But your friend is inconsolable. He talks of her with a fog over his eyes and a wistfulness that tugs at your chest. You try to keep him close to you but can feel him slipping away as you lose most of your contact. Maybe it's for the best. You hear of his exploits while on your missions with the Wardens. You try to keep away from him because seeing him once again makes you remember how it once was. It makes you flinch to remember his attempt at making you a king to rule beside Anora. The cold calculation of it all, his action unrecognisable to you. How much even the thought of it hurt. Maybe he hadn't been your friend? Maybe he hadn't understood you after all. But you joke about it, try to make it funny in your head. He's surely like a brother to you. Who couldn't forgive their brethren? And then you hear of his disappearance. The worst thoughts present themselves to your Taint-bitten imagination. And then you realize what he was doing. Some or other mention it, a mirror of some kind, something elven, you think, (maybe he was finding his heritage?) And then you hear it whispered. Morrigan, Flemeth's daughter. Yes, that Flemeth, they say. And you've never felt more betrayed in your life. You never got to say goodbye to him. To throw a jab one last time. And you grow bitter, because isn't it grand to finally understand that everyone leaves you in the end. You were born a royal bastard but you were an expendable means to an end and you will always be. And you abort this love and twist yourself into a leader because you know how much Thedas needs you, people like you, even though the place itself and the people around you might not. You still think of him from time to time. What became of Morrigan and him, but you forget the sound of his voice and the way he brightened your days and made you believe in something better. What remains is a dull sense of betrayal and bitterness with the man who turned on his principles and left you behind. And, Maker, it makes you twist with guilt. Get over it, you think, he has chosen a dark path.

(Mind y'all -

- I refuse to believe that the whole of Ferelden doesn't know why the HoF disappeared (when he goes with Morrigan). I just refuse to buy into it.

- I'm writing this at 2 fucking am and so working at 5% brain battery and 2% coherence and I'm not caught up on DA lore - I'm currently playing Inquisition, about 50 hours in, and have just met with Alistair again, which is what pushed me to write this drabble anyways.

- His painful and palpably disappointed dialogue about the Warden walking a dark path and the way the party reacts to his concern over the Warden being with Morrigan in Origins always kind of make me feel a pinch of what if? Alistair repressed bisexual

- Surana is my fave Warden as is apparent

- I am fully aware I am UPPING THE ANGST and I say - I want more!)

#dragon age #dao #alistair theirin #alistair dragon age #warden #warden surana #warden amell #alistair x warden #“I AM SO SORRY FOR SUBJECTING YOU PEOPLE TO THIS”#dragon age origins

78 notes · View notes

leliwardens · 3 months ago

Text

total real dialogue from da4!!! (wistful thinking)

Rook: Morrigan? Are you the same Morrigan that traveled with the Hero of Ferelden? Morrigan: *chuckles* T'would seem that is a reputation I will always carry, no many how many years it has been, but yes I am the very same. Rook: Do you know where [they] are now? We could use someone like [them] on our side.... Morrigan: T'is unfortunate then, [they] are unreachable. The last word I received from [them] was long ago...

Morrigan (Leliana Romance; Divine): The Hero of Ferelden and "Divine Victoria" were practically stitched at the hip, something that never truly changed since the Blight. Morrigan: How they disappeared so gracefully from the public eye is anyone's guess, but I suppose if anyone could manage such a feat, t'would be Leliana. Morrigan: Once this world shattering chaos has been dealt with, I'd imagine they would reappear together on the Sunburst Throne as if nothing had happened. Morrigan: Or perhaps they will show up when your least expect it, having involved themselves already. They are the good type, annoyingly so.

Morrigan (Leliana Romance; Non-Divine): The Hero of Ferelden and [their] bard were practically stitched at the hip, something that never truly changed since the Blight. Morrigan: Leliana had found her purpose in rearing those hairless pets of hers, creating quite an empire of the creatures, or so I'm told. Morrigan: Fate may have not been the most...kind to the two of them, so I would imagine they were making up for lost time by traveling together. Morrigan: Or perhaps they will show up when your least expect it, having involved themselves already. They are the good type, annoyingly so.

---

Morrigan (Morrigan Romance): Even though The Hero of Ferelden and I have been involved since our time during the Blight, I do not monitor [their] every action. [They] are free to come and go as [they] please. Morrigan: [They] and our son decided t'would be a perfect time for a family trip, just the three of us. However, I had...other pressing matters, so I could not accompany them. Morrigan: Wherever they are, my love will keep our son safe, no matter what chaos unfolds, this much I trust. Morrigan: Though, knowing how utterly foolish [they] can be, t'is just as likely [they] have involved themselves in this chaos, with Kieran's encouragement.

---

Morrigan (Zevran Romance): Would you believe The Hero of Ferelden first became involved with an Antivan Crow that failed to assassinate [them] during the Blight? T'is not the most exciting story about [them] all things considered, but t'is true. Morrigan: As I understand for a time, Zevran had taken it upon himself to sow discourse and death amongst the Crows, though has since found himself by [their] side. Morrigan: Maybe even now, they spend their days continuing their crusade to take down the entire guild. They are both certainly skilled enough to do so. Morrigan (if Rook is a Crow): A fair warning: I would suggest to keep an eye open lest you find a knife buried in it. Morrigan (if Rook isn't a Crow): You have nothing to worry about unless you could a Crow amongst your inner circle.

---

Morrigan (Alistair Romance; King): The future Hero and King of Ferelden finding love with each other during the Bight sounds nothing short of a bard's tale, but t'is the truth. Morrigan (if ruling together): I care not for whoever decides they are the rightful rulers of a nation, but even I will admit Alistair and his beloved have done well enough since taking the throne. Morrigan (if consort): I care not for whoever decides they are the rightful ruler of a nation, but even I will admit Alistair has done well enough since taking the throne, no doubt in part due to his beloved being at his side. Morrigan: This does make their disappearance all the more curious, though t'is possible after two decades of dealing with courtly matters they have decided to take a holiday. Morrigan: Or maybe they will be found riding hand in hand towards the chaos currently unfolding in our world. They might even stop it before you.

Morrigan (Alistair Romance; Warden): Two Wardens, one of which is the future Hero of Ferelden, finding love with each other during the Bight sounds nothing short of a bard's tale, but t'is the truth. Morrigan: I can count on one hand the times I have known them to be separated, so I would assume even now they are together. Morrigan: One could scarcely imagine them doing anything but saving kittens from trees or rescuing orphans from a burning building, wherever they are. Morrigan: Or maybe they will be found riding hand in hand towards the chaos currently unfolding in our world. They might even stop it before you.

Morrigan (Alistair Romance; Fade): Two Wardens, one of which is the future Hero of Ferelden, finding love with each other during the Bight sounds nothing short of a bard's tale, but t'is the truth. Morrigan: T'is...why t'is most unfortunate what fate befell Alistair. T'is a long story I do not have time to share in full, but he became trapped in The Fade during the period the Inquisition was active. Morrigan: [They] have been working tirelessly to free him, and I have provided all the knowledge I could before we parted ways. Morrigan: I would...believe [they] will be rather occupied to not involve [themself] in all of this. Though, knowing [their] capabilities, t'is entirely possible we will see both Alistair and the world saved before you do so.

#was just gonna do leliana and got *inspired*#pls pls pls something like this be in-game plssss #dragon age #morrigan #rook #da4 #leliwarden #morriwarden #zevwarden #aliwarden

15 notes · View notes

exalted-dawn-drabbles · 4 months ago

Note

Ed!! For DADWC: "aloe being slathered on a sunburn" for Shaesa/Alistair?

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for sending this prompt Gin! (For context, one of you lovely people sent me this ask a hot minute ago and I had it marked as one I wanted to do only for me to realize I must have somehow deleted it :((( so im sorry for losing your prompt but thank you for sending it regardless!!!! Hope you enjoy!!!)

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: for very very slight innuendos, slice of life, romance, comedy, ~2.2k words (yeah idk how that happened in one night either)

Maybe Days | By Exalted_Dawn

“Uh… so not to ask what we have all been wondering, but may I ask why are you walking like that?” Zevran’s voice cut their travel pace just as efficiently as any one of his daggers. Sharp and pinpointed as always. And a little too mirthful to mean anything good, in Alistair's opinion.

Shaesa turned stiffly to face him, scowling and square as a sign. “Like what?”

“That,” he said, tipping his head to look at her from head to toe. “You have been shuffling for the past half-hour. You look like you are walking with a reasonably-sized stick shoved up your behind,” he said. “Are you in need of a rest? I could massage you, if you like. Your shoulders in particular look rather-” He reached a hand out to rest on Shae’s shoulder, and Alistair nearly tripped in his stumbling flail backwards as Shae jolted and scrambled out from beneath Zevran’s touch.

“What the fuck, Zev?!” she barked, looking almost white as a sheet as she wheeled around to glare at the man. “Don’t startle me like that. I almost pulled a sword on you.”

Zevran and Alistair both stared at her in bewilderment, Zevran in particular. Even Alistair knew that that wasn’t much of an excuse– Zevran had been about as subtle as a drunken druffalo in his approach to that one.

Still though, she insisted on glowering at them with undisguised, near-righteous offense.

Raising a brow, Zevran strode forward again, his hand one again raised to try and touch Shaesa’s arm, but this time she waddled backwards before he even got within a foot of her. Then he tried again, only for her to duck and spin away entirely. It was obvious now, as Alistair watched, that her movements were distinctly stiff and uncomfortable.

He frowned. “Shae?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light. “Not that I don’t think we need it, but surely there are better times to be practicing your dance moves for the Landsmeet? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing! I’m fine!” she snapped, scurrying away to the left this time. A bemused, but ultimately unmotivated Zevran easily trotted after her.

Alistair wasn’t convinced. “Shae, if you’re injured-”

“I’m not,” she growled, turning her ire onto him. “I’m just a bit-”

Zevran’s hand clamped down again on Shae’s shoulder, and she practically yelped, smacking Zev’s hand away and cowering back like a wounded cat. Suddenly, the assassin’s face blossomed into a wide, bob cat’s grin. “Aha! You did get sunburned during yesterday’s sparring match, didn’t you?!” he exclaimed, finally releasing Shae with a laugh. She glared up at him, and Alistair could see actual tears in her eyes as she tenderly prodded at the spot that had grabbed her with her fingers. Zevran tutted a little, nudging her in her arm with his elbow. “Did not Wynne warn you about the dangers of sparring sleeveless? You didn’t listen to her?”

Shaesa pouted at him weakly. “It was hot out and I was sweating too much. I didn’t want to soak my sleeves through.”

“Nothing but pitiful excuses,” Zevran hummed blithely. Alistair nearly pointed out that Zevran was hardly one to talk, considering how… exposed he regularly insisted on being. But then, he’d never seen the elf with a burn either, so he wasn’t sure if that was an argument that would win once made. Zevran continued. “Regardless, you should see to it that the burn is treated. We will still be on the road for some time, and you wouldn’t want it to get infected further. I have some soothing gel– if you would like, we can find you some privacy and I could-”

“No.”

It was his own voice that barked out louder and more suddenly than even Shaesa’s, who he had practically yelled over in his rush to shoot down Zevran’s suggestion. Suddenly, the area they had been traversing seemed suddenly far too quiet.

Shaesa and Zevran both stared at him in surprise. Maker, even he was thrown off by his own interruption.

Alistair shuffled, his face heating uncomfortably. “W-What I meant to say is that I won’t leave you alone with her. You may have agreed to join our cause, but don’t think I have forgotten the contract that sent you to us. It would be reckless to let Shaesa go off alone into the wilds with someone hired to kill her.”

Especially if she was meant to… expose herself to him. Alistair swallowed, and viciously shoved away the images that thought conjured to mind.

But if Zevran was offended by his excuse made in haste, then he didn’t show it. The Crow smiled wide, raising his hands in mock surrender and taking a very clearly advertised step sideways, away from Shae. “Ah- my apologies. I did not mean to cause any alarm. Your fears are well founded.”

Shaesa made a face. “Zev-”

He held up his hand again, shushing Shae before she could even begin. He continued. “Of course, if you would like to volunteer to help our fantastically fried friend here, I would be more than happy to lend you the salve.” As if to prove a point, he deftly produced a small, metal tin from his hip pouch and waved it between two fingers.

He wasn’t sure which of them looked more horrified– him or Shae.

“What?!” he quacked, his face now almost the same shade as Shae’s. “No. I-”

“Then you would let our beloved leader suffer for the entire trip back to camp?” Zevran pressed, faking innocence.

Shaesa hissed. ““Zevran.”

“Of course not!” Alistair said at the same time, the both of them sounding several shades of scandalized.

“Then I see no issue here!” Zevran finished happily, tossing the lotion to Alistair. The latter only barely caught it, but by the time it was firmly in grasp, Zevran was already walking away. “I swear, you Fereldans and your modesty,” he tutted, batting his hand at an imaginary annoyance. “Whenever you two are finished, I will be over here by this tree, resting and enjoying the shade while I can.”

As though to prove his point, he collapsed onto a bed of shadowed grass and shut his eyes with a contented sigh, the sound a strikingly effective bookend to the conversation. Shae and Alistair were left speechless.

Left to their own devices, they eyed each other nervously, neither wanting to make the first move. But with Zevran firmly planted in his spot, it was clear there would be no easy way of backing out of this.

Shae shrugged a shoulder, gesturing to a nearby copse of trees, and without much else to do, Alistair nodded and followed after her. The trunks of the trees didn’t provide nearly enough cover for Alistair’s liking, but then, he doubted that even a private, locked room would calm the pounding of his heart. This was ridiculous. Of course, he didn’t want Shaesa to be in pain– they still had almost an hour more of walking until they neared camp– but still, surely there was a better solution than-

Shaesa cleared her throat, her eyes forward as she methodically shrugged out of her coat-sleeves, revealing a thin-strapped, cream chemise underneath. “Sorry about that,” she began, a touch of tired frustration to her voice, even as she flashed him a grin. “Seems being a busy-body is an elven thing everywhere, even in Antiva. I’ll yell at him about it later.” She finished ridding herself of the overgarment, her muscles flexing and rolling as she set the quilted blue jacket aside.

Alistair frowned.

The whole of her back was a blistered, bright red. Skin peeled where her bones jutted and he could see spots where the burns had been rubbed raw. It looked bad. Worse than bad.

Shaesa shifted a bit, flashing him an uneasy look. He had been staring.

Alistair flushed, though for a different reason now, and his attention quickly dropped back to the tin in his hand. “Don’t trouble yourself. I doubt any amount of thrashing will force manners through his head,” Alistair murmured, his throat still a bit tight. The lid of the jar popped open after a moment of fiddling, and almost delicately, Alistair dragged his fingers through the clear, white goo. “You’re sure you’re okay with me doing this?” he asked, trying not to sound unwilling. “I can… try to look away, if you’d prefer?”

She merely laughed a little. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you not go blindly poking at my very sore back. I don’t mind it, Alistair. I trust you.”

The way those words made his stomach tumble probably should have been more alarming to him, but unable and now a bit unwilling to back away from that edge. Not with Shaesa’s encouragement at least.

Laden with salve, he reached out, and carefully touched his fingers to her skin.

Immediately, Shaesa bit out a sharp hiss and flinched. “Ah fuck, that’s freezing,” she laughed, and immediately dispersing any worries Alistair had of hurting her. He continued, allowing his hand to drag downward, leaving a stripe of ointment that stretched from her nape to the hem of her low-cut top.

Her skin was scalding. Even through the film of salve, he could feel the way it burned at his fingertips as he steadily applied attention to the spots he deemed needed it most. It felt almost fevered, but somehow hotter than even that, and he had to keep himself from wincing when he thought about how much it must have been hurting her for this entire time. If he had known, Alistair never would have let her come out with them to collect water.

“Sweet Andraste, Shae, why didn’t you say anything?” The ointment applied, he began carefully working it into her skin, and tried desperately not to think about how often he had imagined doing something like this. Her beauty marks seemed to jeer at him, coming in and out of view as his palms passed along the planes of her back. Strong and sturdy, but somehow stately. Like the stocky war horses Eamon kept at the stables.

Though, even with his abysmal experience, Alistair knew better than to share that thought aloud. Not unless he wanted a sunburnt fist to the face, at least.

Shaesa shrugged. “Because I’m stubborn and ox-headed?” she suggested.

A grin pulled at his lips. “I was thinking ‘prouder than one of those prissy, Orlesian lap cats.’” An elbow was driven into his stomach, rightfully so. He barked a laugh. “And catty too. Clearly.”

The woman in front of him snorted, but even from where he stood behind her, he could see the way her ears flexed as she smiled. “Careful. I might be sunburned, but it doesn’t mean I won’t still throw you on your ass, Alistair.”

“I would be a fool to forget it,” he agreed, taking no pains to hide the warmth of affection in his voice when he said it.

His hands rounded her shoulders, gliding up the curve of her neck before dropping back down to pass over the length of her arms. And it would be a lie to say that he didn’t revel a bit in the way she shivered as he did it. Maybe…

“Alright,” he said, letting his hands fall back to his sides. “You have been properly attended to, my Lady. At least well enough to withstand Wynne’s lectures once she finds out about this when we return.”

Shaesa stiffly bent to pick up her jacket and, seeing her struggle to maneuver her arms into the sleeves, Alistair helped her into it. She picked at it irritably, pulling at the spots that stuck to her from the salve. “Thank you,” she said at last. “That admittedly feels much better.”

He grinned. “Just doing my duty to solidify my place as ‘Most Useful Companion’.”

“Well seeing as how you saved my life from Zevran’s dubious intentions and sun poisoning, I would say you’re off to a pretty good start,” she hummed. “A few more months, and maybe you’ll begin to catch up with Fen.”

“Ouch,” he hissed, clutching at his chest in mock-pain. But he could not fight the smile on his face. She began to turn towards the road, and gladly he followed. “I’m losing to the one who licks his own arse in his downtime?”

“Hey– I don’t see you guarding my tent at night.”

“I could,” he offered, too quickly. He only realized what it sounded like after he said it. “...If that was what you wanted.”

But to either his relief or disappointment, she simply snorted. “Now you’re sounding like Zevran.”

“Oh, so we’re using real insults now?” he shot back.

She laughed, shaking her head. It really was such a pretty sound.

“But maybe,” she said, letting her eyes flick up to his playfully. He almost didn’t catch it.

Ahead of them, the brush began to thin, and Alistair could see the road, and the tree beyond where Zevran was undoubtedly still waiting, his arms folded beneath his head where he lay stretched out like an alley cat.

“Maybe…?” he echoed distractedly. His gaze touched hers in confusion.

She grinned brightly, and the smile stretched all the way to the corners of her eyes. And, to Alistair’s utter shock, she actually winked at him.

“Maybe.”

#dadwc #dragon age fanfiction #shaesa tabris #alistair theirin #alistair x tabris #dragon age fanfic #dragon age

13 notes · View notes