Eleanor Shepard had never been in a serious relationship before. That’s what she told herself so it’d hurt less. Either because of her career or clashing personalities, it never worked. She thought it’d never work. Married to your job, right? But somehow, even amidst the chaos the universe was going through, Kaidan stepped into her life. She had always sought adrenaline, danger, and her partners constantly reflected it. He was not like that. He was calm, in control. And yet she was drawn to him. How it happened, she can’t really tell; just that she doesn’t regret it one bit.
Nyreen Mahariel was always curious about humans. They had such odd customs, and she always wanted to know more. Yet by the time she actually had serious contact with them her feelings were quite far from curiosity. She was terrified, angry and miserable. So much was going on; she could never return home, never spend nights under the stars with Tamlen. She could never be Dalish again. When she first saw Alistair, he was just another tall, scary human. Once he spoke however, he didn’t sound that scary anymore. He made it easier. She still wonders how he does it, how he always brings a bit of sunshine when he speaks to her. But every time he does, she realizes it doesn’t matter.
Marian Hawke never gave much thought to romance. Sure, she enjoyed reading and writing sappy love poems, but watching over the twins and their mother was constantly her first priority. Not that she ever had many suitors to start with. Meeting Fenris didn’t change how she felt. Not at first, at least. She never even realized when it started taking hold of her, a growing need to be around him. And Maker’s breath, she always messed something up, always said something she shouldn’t; Carver did say she was weak around elves. But Fenris didn’t judge. He was as awkward as she was; he was different from when he was with the others, kinder. It took her a long time to admit to herself that she was in love. And that she was loved back.
Arya Lavellan took great care not to let her emotions get the better of her; it was something she always did, hide behind a cold face and controlled voice. Every now and then she’d change the tone, make a joke, flirt a little bit just to throw others off balance. Leave them wondering. However, after the conclave everything was harder. Cullen did nothing to help her focus; she’d find herself daydreaming, a tiny smile forming on the edge of her lips. Her thoughts were a mess, and it was outrageous. She could not allow it. She would not. But when she understood she had the same effect on him, that the usually collected and controlled commander stuttered and got flustered whenever she was close, then everything changed.