zinnia: I mourn your absence. Cousland/Teagan.
Redcliffe, purged of the dead but still grappling to stay on shaking legs, and he
thinks she’ll never look back. She has a purpose that is beyond him, for all
the young years that still live in her heart. But she’s a far cry from the girl
he remembers, the Teyrn of Highever’s beloved pup, meant for a happier fate
than the one she carries now, heavy as the shield on her back.
her hand before she leaves, and watches something alight in her eyes – a youthful
excitement that makes him smile, and when she draws her hand back it’s with a
hesitant grace better suited the soft glow of a bedecked ballroom. And he
thinks, there is hope yet. And when
she turns to leave with her company she spares him a last glance over her shoulder,
one that leaves him longing for better days, and a courtship that does not need
And in the long
months that follow, Teagan waits, for news from Denerim (news of her); news about
the Archdemon (does it lie defeated; does she?).
But news travels slowly across a blighted land, and though it’s not his battle
to fight he leaves to join her, at the heart of his late sister’s city. He’s not welcomed with open arms, but then there’s few of
those to be found these dark days, and though he’d seek her out if he could, he
doesn’t. Instead he waits, as is his lot, until the word he’s both dreaded and
anticipated reach him, finally, in the dead of night and with the castle’s
servants in uproar.
The Archdemon is defeated. The Blight
The Hero of Ferelden lives.