#trevelyan x alistair

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday Niri! You've got your rarepairs up so uh what if Thalia/Alistair "L’esprit d’escalier (French) Literally ‘the spirit of the stairs’ this is when you think of the perfect come back or retort after the conversation has happened."

oKAY i wrote this very late last week for the 500 word smut challenge but then fell asleep before I could post it. So.

Imagine they've had a FEW additional meetings before Thalia decided to bang him, idk if she'd truly be THAT forward otherwise. 😅 But whatever this is a rarepair AU right 👀

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 499

Rating: E for 🌶

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“And that’s why you wanted to — wanted to meet again? Because you’d — ah — thought of the perfect comeback?”

“Mmhmm. That never happens to you? The conversation’s long over, and it just… pops in your head?”

“Oh, all the bloody time. I just didn’t realize it would lead to… this.” Alistair let out a breathy chuckle. 

“Well, you were very intimidating in person the first time. Your Majesty,” Thalia added primly. 

“Ugh, please, don’t call me that, not— here. And I—” He grunted, then let out a breathy pant. “Maker, slow down, will you? I’m in no rush.” 

“Sorry.” Thalia slowed the rhythm of her hips, and they both let out a sigh of pleasure. “It’s just, it’s not everyday one has a private audience with the king.” 

“No king. Not right now.” Alistair leaned forward and kissed her. He was sweet, that was true, with his puppy dog eyes and soft touches. His fingers trailed from her face to her bare breasts, swaying with each thrust, to the curve of her buttocks as she straddled his lap. This had started because he remarked he didn’t think it was possible to make love in such a narrow, uncomfortable chair, and that’s why it was the one given to him for official crown business. Thalia was in the midst of proving him wrong. 

They slowed to a languid pace, and both moaned. The throbs of pleasure coming from Thalia’s core made it harder to concentrate on the shrewd banter they’d been keeping up all day. “Ah, that’s better. Mm, much better,” Alistair breathed, tangling fingers in her hair, which she had let down for the occasion and draped them both like a blanket.

“And you’re sure your wife won’t mind?” Thalia asked, though at the moment she hardly cared. 

“Psh, Anora? Marriage of convenience only. She’s been encouraging me to do this for— erg — years.” He grinned as he jerked his hips against hers, making her cry out in ecstasy. “First time I’ve tried it, though.” 

“I am… happy to oblige.” Thalia was breathing hard. It wouldn’t be long now, though they were doing as much as they could to prolong it. She ran her fingers along his chest, bent down low so he could get a different angle. “And the treaties — between the Ferelden crown and the Inquisition? They’ll get signed?”

“Oh, of course they’ll get signed. Please don’t think this is meant to be — payment—”

“Of course not,” Thalia said quickly, relieved. “This is just a — friendly — bonus. I’m sure.”

“Little more than friendly,” he said. “Oh, Maker, I’m close…”

She rode him harder, and soon they both climaxed in a flurry of moans. Thalia yanked his hair as she came, grinding down hard against his erection. He stroked hard, twice, and then went soft as she collapsed against him. 

Alistair kissed her sweaty forehead and held her close. She felt safe in his arms, like a child. 

“I guess that’s one way to do diplomacy,” he said, chuckling. 

[inquisitor-julia]

Did some of those cute kiss picrews that have been going around!

Ft. my cousland and alistair, hawke and anders, trevelyan and cullen, solas and lavellan, astarion and tav, and my dnd girl and her LI <3

[persephoneggsy]

animal crossing but it's my dragon age babies and their boyfriends

personality types/animals for the curious:

Fiora Cousland: Sisterly cat

Alistair: Lazy dog

Marian Hawke: Snooty squirrel

Sebastian: Smug deer

Hildegarde Trevelyan: Normal rabbit

Cullen: Cranky lion

[theluckywizard]

In Search of a Wayward Bronto

Summary: Desperate to find his brother, Garrett Hawke heads to a blight-ruined stretch of Orlais to search for the Wardens with Varric and Alistair. Amid their misadventures and unending banter, Garrett grapples with past failures and his growing love for Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan.

WC: 6585

Rating: Teen

No CWs

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“I think there’s sand under my eyelids,” complains Varric. “Sand in my shoes. Sand in my hair. Sand in creases I didn’t know I had. And now my Maker-damned eyelids.”

“Hawke, where’s your spyglass?” asks Alistair.

“Check the outside pocket,” says Garrett, taking a swig from his water skin and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He squints through the darkness, scanning for the ritual tower that’s supposed to be right bloody here. They’d sent Liska and Feyrith on to the Inquisition camp ahead of them to reduce their party size on these vast stretches of sand and salt.

Instead, Alistair pulls out that well-worn copy of The Fires of Satinalia Garrett kept, his eyebrow arched high, wrestling with a tenacious grin and losing.

“The Fires of Satinalia?” chuckles Alistair. Garrett plucks it from him and thumbs randomly through the pages, laughing in preparation for the roasting. Alistair snatches it back, dancing out of reach. “Hey Varric— look what Hawke’s had all this time. Contraband.”

Varric saunters over, catching the book Alistair tosses. “Maker, Hawke, really? I thought you were a few pegs above the target audience for this shit.”

“You seem more like a Lurid Lust Charade man, to be honest,” says Alistair. “Or maybe The Pleasure Château.”

“Bit quick on the draw with those titles, aren’t you?” asks Garrett, flashing a grin. He leans into it, desperate for something to lighten his mood. “If you must know. It’s sentimental.” He braces for another savage tide of comments.

“Sentimental? Of velvety candlelit nights with your hand in your drawers?”

“How scurrilous of you, my sweet prince,” rejoins Garrett. “Try ‘velvety candlelit nights making my lover snort brandy through her nose’.”

“Really didn’t need to know that,” says Varric. 

“Pish posh. You’re just envious of my good fortune! How long’s it been for you? Four years? Five?” Varric waves him off.

“Keep your sodding smut,” says Alistair, chucking the book at Garrett’s chest. “Just hang a sock on the tent before you cozy up with it.”

“Spoken like a true connoisseur.”

Alistair huffs an indignant laugh and taps his temple. “I certainly have no need of such things.”

“You never had a stack of poorly drawn tits hidden under your mattress? I find that highly doubtful,” says Garrett.

“The way the sisters would scour the dormitory?” he chuckles. “No.”

“Probably behind a loose brick in the base of a statue of Andraste that they’d all know about,” theorizes Varric.

“Well— it was Hessarian,” admits Alistair, finally fishing out the spyglass. “Impressive guess though.”

Varric smirks. “Adolescents are nothing if not predictable.”

“The prevailing rationale was that Andraste’s holy bosoms would draw suspicion,” says Alistair. “They were— remarkably shapely.”

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Dragon Age characters IRL#1: protagonists and love interests:

So I recently (like last year) discovered Artbreeder and so decided I’d make a series of some of the dragon age characters as I’d imagine them to look, in real life.

Amelia Cousland* & Alistair Theirin:

*Normally, Amelia’s hair would be up in a braided bun but I couldn’t get the bun to work on her portrait so, enjoy Amelia without her hair down.

Freya Hawke & Anders:

Anya Trevelyan & Cullen Rutherford:

[selky]

My Dragon Age Couples

Alistair Theirin x Selky Cousland

a young, playful couple who coped with shouldering the fate of the world by carving out time to have many sweet, silly, and tender moments together

when I think of my Cousland, I'm reminded of a song lyric: "a little innocent, a little naughty" as she lived a sheltered noble life, but found she loved getting her hands dirty--and couldn't keep them off Alistair either

she also gets jealous easily even though she has nothing to worry about since King Alistair is madly in love with his rough-and-tumble, ball-and-chain queen

the legendary, fairytale union between the witty, handsome King Alistair and the pretty, doe-eyed Hero of Ferelden are often gossiped about throughout Thedas

Fenris x Liora Hawke

a serious couple who went through a lot of highs and lows and have many differences, but will always be there for each other

my Hawke is sarcastic and as charming as a politician, but shows her tender side only to those closest to her

she's rather vain about her appearance and her warrior fighting style left her with many facial scars over the years which causes her much dismay

Fenris easily picks up on her self-consciousness and reminds her that she is still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen

Cullen Rutherford x Tauni Trevelyan

a caring, passionate couple who share guilt over finding such a beautiful romance with each other due to the weight of responsibilities and burdens they bear

my Trevelyan is very kind and faithful, which many might consider weak or naive, but it's because of her strength that she can walk a path of compassion

she always gives more than she takes so her tenderness cracked the heart of her beloved commander, allowing him to finally recover from his lyrium addiction

With her a mage and Cullen a former templar, Tauni always ruminated over what he thought about her and she struggled to overcome her reservations despite her deep attraction to him

Cullen's awkwardness empowered Tauni to open up and relax since she found teasing him to be very amusing

[scarfacemarston]

Dragon Age Pride Requests!

Headcanons only! My specialties are character x reader mainly because I've never received requests for ships and I'm not experienced in it! If you don't see a character, I can still likely write it. I write MLM, Gender Neutral, WLW, Non Binary, Ace and Trans. I tend to have more experience with WLW. Reblogs appreciated! SFW preferred. Just a few examples of x Hawke/Warden/Inquisitor ships.:

Hawke x Fenris Hawke x Isabela Hawke x Merill Dorian Pavus x Inquisitor Cullen Rutherford x Inquisitor Cassandra x Inquisitor Leliana x Warden Alistair x Warden (Less experience with Zevran or Morrigan, but willing!)

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What is you're canon lover in all 3 games. Mine is

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🎶 9 Ship Songs 🎶

Thank you @my-dumb-obsessions for tagging me ❤️ I saw this and wanted to do it too so I’m very grateful xD

Rules: List 9 songs for one (or more) of your ships. Optionally, tag 9 people.

Tagging @azurechicken @sillyliterature @ace-trash-boi @elvhencore @daedrabait @queentheirins @yurissweettooth @malabadspice @corgiofdeath only if you wanna do it! No pressure ❤️ and sorry if you’ve already been tagged 😅 Also anyone else who wants to do this ofc!

This got long so I’m putting it under the cut 😅

I can’t choose one ship lmao so, starting off with Dragon Age~

Riyaad x Fenris (for when Fenris leaves yknow. I promise they’re not this angsty all the time)

Shadow Preachers by Zella Day

I close my eyes, just close the door You want a minute, I'll give you more Maybe I don't want you either We're both unsettled, nighttime creatures Shadow preachers, nighttime creatures

Veara x Solas (though tbh this is just peak Solavellan song to me, it’s not really specific to Veara idk)

Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) - Acoustic by AURORA

He holds the gun against my head I close my eyes and bang, I am dead I know he knows that he's killing me for mercy

Garrett x Anders (two apostates against the world + religious trauma who doesn’t love it!)

Sinners by Lauren Aquilina

So lets be sinners to be saints And lets be winners by mistake The world may disapprove But my world is only you And if we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me Our hearts are too ruthless to break Lets start fires for heaven's sake

Arianwen x Cullen (this was always their song for me, I listened to it all the time when I was writing Command Me to Love)

Gold by Echos

Nobody knows who I am I've got intentions of gold with my plans Nobody knows who I am I've got intentions of gold with my plans

Some polyships—

Heroes of Ferelden (Nayima x Leliana x Alistair)

Nayima x Leliana (they have issues post blight/honeymoon phase but they’ll work things out eventually. I see this as Leliana singing the song about Naya)

October Passed Me By by Girl in Red

Yeah, I got bitter when you got cold Could you really blame me though? 'Cause I'm still tied up when you go You know this song is about you, who else could it be? You were the first to make me feel like I was me

Nayima x Alistair (sometimes I think I choose this song for them/aliwarden just because it has the word ‘tainted’ in it)

Battlefield by SVRCINA

Meet me on the battlefield Even on the darkest night I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage And you will be mine

i havent made a leliana x alistair playlist yet

3 Snipers + Tali (the name started as a joke but it stuck lmao. So this is Sarani’s polycule with Tali, Thane and Garrus. Garrus is also romantically involved with the other two, Tali and Thane are queerplatonic. It’s a whole thing, I’m writing their story rn and it’s pretty complicated ngl but I’m having fun)

Sarani x Tali (yeah ok the music video I edited for them is to a different song but… *shrugs*)

Love from NGC 7318 by Tanerélle, Barnes Blvd.

I wanna tell you how I feel tonight I keep trying, but the words ain't right Nothing's fitting for a kind like you I'm never speechless when the earth's my view Killing the time Building a fort Wrapped in each other as we fall in love I've never met a girl like you, never met a girl like you

Sarani x Thane (but they WILL last, they WILL, I will MAKE IT SO)

Won’t by Tanerélle

I tell him 'Go fast' I've gotta thing for speed He tells me 'Lean back' I let him take the lead I know it won't last But he is all I need I write my name over his tongue So it is all he speaks I got a million fucking reasons I should leave him But I don't I got a million fucking reasons to stop dreaming But I won't

Sarani x Garrus (hmm, that’s a lot of Tanerélle, you might think. idk I was listening to a lot of her when this polycule was cooking in my head)

Ripe by Tanerélle

I know you been thinking that you can't But I think that you should If I can make your whole body ache I can make you feel good I'm what you need, I'm what you know Hooked on your axis You make my world go I'll keep you wild I'll keep you free Say you'll be mine I'll show you what that means

I have songs for the entire polycule too but I’m already at 9 so I’ll stop lmao

[anim3-g33k25]

Dragon Age Masterlist

I haven't seen anyone post anything about Dragon Age for a while, so here we are! I do the first game, second and third. If you are interested in requesting, please dm me or use the 'Ask Me Anything' button.

I accept requests for smut, angst, fluff, etc.

STORIES

Forbidden | Cullen RutherFord x fem! reader

This story will have smut, angst, and fluff, along with all that good shit. This was on my Wattpad but it didn't get a lot of reads so I am going to be posting it here. I hope that you will enjoy it!

ONESHOTS

Nothing yet

HEADCANNONS

Nothing yet

[tales-from-the-fade]

Jenny of Thedas (Jenny of Oldstones)

After hearing the song I had some ideas of scenes from Dragon Age that worked well with the music. I think it turned out alright, hope you like it :) Link and video description, as well as credits: https://youtu.be/ph24BN7x0S4

[starlessskies94]

Midnight Confessions (Alistair x Evie)

Notes: So for the longest time, I've loved the idea of my Mage Inquisitor being with Alistair either as a warden or as king because I feel they'd be perfect for each other. I think they have a lot in common and I've always wanted to write something for them. I have a ridiculous amount of unfinished fics about these two and this one was something quick and simple that I wrote in two days and so I'm going for it and posting it! I hope you like it and I hope that I got Alistair's character right and it's as sweet and soft as I intended for it to be. Enjoy!

Day had turned to night quicker than she’d realised. And now here she stood; dressed in the silk nightgown specially handmade for her by the finest tailors in Thedas. Sent as a gift. A wedding gift to be more precise. She stood before the marital bed beside her new husband. Both stand awkward, quiet and equally as nervous. 

They knew what was expected of them tonight. They’d known when they’d agreed to the marriage in the first place. They’d known when they first met. They’d known when they’d sat getting to know the other over glasses of wine and bottles of Ferelden beer. And they’d known when they’d stood at the alter and been pronounced man and wife. The Inquisitor marrying the King of Ferelden had been the talk of Thedas for months and now it had become a reality, as said man and wife stood beside each other on their wedding night; they were terrified. 

Evie fidgeted, picking at her fingernails and pinched at the silk that covered her body; embarrassingly leaving very little to the imagination. Which in turn made her extremely self-conscious. Alistair tried and failed multiple times to swallow the lump that was sitting in his throat and the churning of his stomach as the nerves gripped him with their suffocating clutch. The room was thickly silent save for the clearing of throats and the shuffling of feet as each waited for the other to make a move closer towards their marital bed. Neither did. 

She had refrained from telling anyone her most closely kept secret. That she; Evelyn Trevelyan, a powerful mage, Herald of Andraste, slayer of Corypheus and fearless leader of the Inquisition; was a virgin. She was already embarrassed about the fact that she had made it to the age of twenty-eight and had still yet to invite anyone into her bed. She hadn’t wanted anyone to know. It hadn’t seemed that big of a deal. But now as she stood before her husband; it suddenly became all too real that still no one knew the truth. She had to say something. 

Taking a deep and shaken breath she turned towards Alistair and sighed. 

“Alistair…” she whispered into the silence and all at once the spell was broken and all sounds seemed to come to life. The wind softly breezed through the drawn curtains of the balcony beyond. The crackling of the flames in the lit fireplace. And Alistair’s laboured breathing. It seemed to echo now as he turned to glance at her with that terrified look on his face. 

“Yes?” He asked nervously. She took a second and turned away from his gaze. She didn’t think she could look him in the eye as she made her confession. 

“I’m aware of what is expected of us tonight. I’m not a fool and I know you aren’t either. But you see I…uh…I don’t think I’m ready for this…” She paused and took the risk of peeking towards her new husband. And instead of finding annoyance or anger, she saw only worry and concern. “The truth is I’ve never done anything like this before; with anyone.” 

Evie didn’t know what she was expecting to happen after she told him the truth but Alistair letting out a breathless laugh of relief and flopping down on the bed with his hands covering his face was certainly not it. “Oh thank the maker!” He laughed. His whole face losing every inch of tension and worry as his features became softened and light. “I’m so glad you said that Evie.” She was confused. Moving to take a seat on the bed beside him. He sat up and smiled sweetly; taking her hand in his. “You are?” She asked. He laughed again; running his other hand through his hair. “I was so scared to tell you; well more embarrassed I would say. I mean get to thirty-one and have zero experience. Not that I haven’t had offers mind you. I have but they were… not like you.” He was babbling he knew he was and yet he still couldn’t stop himself from talking. 

“I was worried what you’d think and that it would put you off or make me seem like I wasn’t worthy of being your husband.” Stop talking he thought to himself, you’ll scare the poor woman away . “What I’m trying to say Evie is…I haven’t done this before either.” She smiled and the same relieved look she’d seen upon her husband's face was now worn upon hers. “Really?” She asked in surprise. Scooting closer towards him as she moved to sit with her legs crossed. Her hand never left his as she squeezed it gently. 

“See the thing is, I was sent to the Chantry when I was ten; so I’ve always been raised not to treat this kind of thing lightly. I’ve always been waiting for the right person. And then I got recruited into the Grey Wardens and we were fighting against the blight so there wasn’t much time for romance.” He explained. “Not to mention the whole time I had to put up with Cousland making kissy faces and heart eyes at Morrigan; I spent most of my time trying not to vomit.” He laughed and Evie giggled at the cheeky smirk he gave her. 

“You know that’s so strange you say that. Because I pretty much had the same experience.” She said. Alistair gave a tilt of his head and it made him all the more endearing than he already was to her. Along with that lopsided grin; it made her heart flutter. “I was sent to the Circle of Magi when I was eight. And didn’t leave until the mage rebellion happened. I spent most of those years on the run, when they did track me down, it was only because of my noble upbringing that the Grand Enchanter chose to send me to the Conclave. And well… you know everything that happened after that.” She sighed and turned away but Alistair took ahold of her other hand and gently pulled her towards him as he gave her an understanding smile. 

“During that year of trying to defeat Corypheus and fighting against his demons and agents, I was so focused on everything I guess…” 

“There wasn’t much time for romance?” He offered sweetly as he leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She blushed and he definitely noticed. “I suppose we should be thanking Leliana; it seems she knew we’d be perfect together. Having as much in common as we do.” She smiled. Alistair nodded and hummed in agreement. Their eyes met again and all the tension that was once in the room melted away—leaving only calm and comfort in its wake: gentle smiles and soft touches. Neither hesitated as Evie untangled her legs and threw herself at Alistair; his arms wrapped around her waist and held her close as their lips met in a kiss. It wasn’t anything like the chaste kiss they’d shared at their wedding, full of nerves, uncertainty, and hesitation. This was heated and passionate and warm. They broke apart to come up for air panting a little; they both beamed at the other with blushing smiles. Evie’s eyes fluttered closed as Alistair leaned forward to kiss her forehead and then her nose. 

He took hold of her hands again; bringing them to his lips; kissing her knuckles and the back of her palms. To say she was swooning was an understatement. “Evie I want to do things right.” He declared softly. “I don’t want to rush things between us; I mean I suppose we have skipped a step considering we’re already married..” 

Evie giggled at that. He did have a point. 

“But I still want to court you properly. I want to take you to dinner and buy you flowers and chocolates. And go out riding together in the woods; Oh! We could take a picnic and make a whole afternoon out of it!” He gasped excitedly. “I could take you dancing; you know if you don’t mind me stepping on your toes again. I am getting better…kind of. Actually, never mind, I’ll work the dancing.” He promised. 

He continued listing all the things he wanted to do with her. From visiting the Denerim market and the tavern to try more ales together and treat her to a proper Ferelden stew , to reading in the royal gardens. He wanted to sneak her love notes during their council meetings and bask in the sunlight as they catnapped out on the balcony of their bedroom. Evie was so caught up in all the romance of it; she wondered what she’d been so afraid of. She interrupted him with a kiss; sitting back and cupping his face in her hands, that lopsided grin gracing his handsome features once again as he gazed at her. 

“That sounds wonderful.” She smiled. “And I can’t think of a better way to start all that than by kissing my new husband goodnight and falling asleep cuddled up in his arms tonight.” 

“Whatever my queen desires.” He purred, pulling her close for another kiss pressed against her forehead. And as Evie laid herself beside him; both shuffling under the covers and snuggling closer together, she could hear his heartbeat as she rested on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her middle, his chin resting on the top of her head. It felt as natural as breathing the way they fit together. Like she’d always been meant to be here. It didn’t take long for the King and Queen to drift off to sleep and as Evie let herself be carried off into the fade of dreams and magic. She knew that falling in love with Alistair would be the easiest thing she would ever do. 

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 64: A Passing Fancy

Summary: It's the last day in Crestwood. After she recovers from the gut-twisting stress of the dragon fight, Rose tries to savor the last moments of her fling with Hawke. Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke.

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“So you know something about saving the world,” I say, trying to stave off crippling anxiety and the wrenching of my gut with cordial conversation.

He laughs. It’s a bitter thing, like the memory of his heroism sits oddly inside him. “It was different. Not like an Inquisition. We were kids. Barely knew how to lace our own boots but Mina just said ‘fuck it, we’re the only ones who can stop this’,” he muses. “She had fire and spittle inside her that I didn’t, and with reason. If it weren’t for her— well. Who knows where I’d have ended up. A bloody pulp on the field in Ostagar maybe. I’d have been lost without her.”

“Probably good that you married her then,” I poke.

“I know what you mean. But Warden work often separated us. And I had to learn to lead. It was harder than all of the Blight if I’m being honest, finding my own voice. It was hard for me and Mina too. Sometimes love isn’t enough when everything is changing.”

Love isn’t enough when everything is changing. 

The truth of it bites like an ornery wyvern. Or a Northern Hunter. 

Worries about the fight are obscured momentarily by sudden thoughts of Cullen. I pull my quiver off my back to look at it. Had we even been in love? Truly? Certainly our affections had grown amid a wildly shifting landscape, but when the feelings finally emerged— sloppily, I admit— we’d snapped at the first test. Words eluded us. Our connection wasn’t enough to overcome the humiliation of the moment. At least not then.

But this quiver says something. That he’d remembered a precious detail about me, shared in a quiet moment of relief and vulnerability. Maybe that he’s thinking about me, even as he writes me those exasperating missives of his. And perhaps back at Skyhold we can talk about it.

Love isn’t enough, no, and he never even gave me the chance to try. 

How I wish he could have half of Hawke’s fearlessness, or his liberal application of words. How I wish I had it. 

I worry momentarily about whether the lopsidedness of our fling will make a proper friendship impossible after we leave here. As a mentor and friend Hawke has filled a space I never knew existed. And as a lover he’s filled the gaping chasm that Cullen carved into my heart. When the secret looks and searing encounters fall away will anything be left? He seems to think so, buoyantly minimizing his own feelings like they’re a fleeting inconvenience, that he could come back to Skyhold and help me fix things if I wanted. If he really felt anything for me he could never do that. 

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Memes based around my canon world state: The Shattered Crown part 1

[persephoneggsy]

If Marian and Hildegard could kiss their LI wherever and whenever like the Warden could, would they do it, and would there be any place in particular they would like to do it? Or in front of any party members?

Hmm.

Marian and Sebastian definitely revel in physical affection, though Marian is actually a bit shy when it comes to PDA. She’s built up a reputation as a fearsome, cold hearted bitch, she has street cred to worry about! She’s not actually upset when Sebastian wants to hold her hand and kiss her in public, though. She just acts all huffy and blushy about it. She’s much more physically affectionate when they’re in a more private setting.

I like to think Hightown is a good place for them to show affection. All the nobles watch and gossip about them. As for companions, by this point, Marian really only brings Fenris and Merrill around with them, and the disgustingly sappy happy couple kind of becomes background noise to them — my headcanon is actually that they kind of start to bond over being third wheels (affectionate) lmao.

As for Hildegarde, lol. She’s so shy she’d never even dream of initiating PDA herself. Part of her still can’t quite believe that Cullen returned her feelings. As for Cullen, I imagine he’s largely a private person, so most of his public affection for Hilde is restrained to subtle touches and warm, whispered words.

Their affection happens in private places, like Cullen’s office, Hilde’s quarters, or the battlements when no one else is around. Everyone KNOWS they’re together, they’re just quiet about it.

Though, I do like to think Hilde finally works up the nerve to give Cullen a (very very chaste) kiss in front of the other advisors as they’re wrapping up a war table meeting. She turns pink and runs out right after, but she did it! And Cullen is left staring into space after her as Leliana snickers and Josephine giggles.