Distractionary Tactics

Another short drabble from my Warden’s perspective in the Give a Heart, Get a Throne collection. Things are beginning to unravel for our heroes. Read it on AO3.

As always, I’m open to prompts!


Sitting in front of the fire, legs crossed and shoulders slumped, Neria bends over her staff, inspecting the crack along the length. Will it survive another fight? Maybe… if she is careful. One can’t always be careful when fighting darkspawn, however.

She huffs out a sigh and runs her fingers over the gap in the wood. They are running low on funds, and a new staff will set them back. Not that Bodahn won’t give her a generous discount. She hates relying on it, though, knowing that a merchant must make a living as much as anyone else. At least their travels often procure new customers for him.

A quiet clink of armor on her left brings a fleeting smile to her face. It falls to a thin line, however, as her fingers catch on a splinter. She hisses and heals the wound immediately, but not before Alistair notices.

“Are you hurt?” comes his concerned voice.

She shakes her head but does not look up at him. A distracting awareness, an itch in her skin at his nearness, overwhelms her. She frowns at the new but growing feeling. She first noticed it on the way to Redcliffe - the way his presence calms and excites and confuses her all at once. Dangerous. Enthralling. And impossible.

“Alright, were you hurt, then?”

“Just a splinter. It’s fine now.”

“You should market that skill, you know. Grey Warden, fighter of darkspawn and healer of splinters and papercuts that might otherwise destroy the world as we know it.”

She can’t help the hum of laughter in the back of her throat. She quickly wipes the humor from her face and glares at him.

“Shush. You’re distracting me.”

Alistair snorts indelicately. “Well, that is what I do best, after all. Me and my distractionary tactics.”

Again, she cannot resist an exasperated smile in his direction. She can’t seem to resist him. His eyes sparkle with unadulterated mirth, and she feels something squeeze in her chest, a strange, somewhat unwelcome sensation that sets her on edge. His smile should not affect her this way. She cannot allow it. Not knowing what she knows now.

She imagines she can see it, royal-but-tainted blood pumping through his veins, each steady heartbeat proclaiming his future, his destiny. He will make a good King, she decides, but as sheltered as she’d been in the Circle, even she knows kings don’t take elves as queens.

She turns to him then, an appraising glance, a sizing up, a painful pricking at the area suspiciously close to her heart.

“You do many things well, Ali. I wish I could make you believe it.”

A flush of red, visible even in dim firelight, creeps up his neck and over his face. He remains silent, but his eyes do not waiver.

She swallows hard, ripping her gaze from his soft… is that adoration? She cannot allow it.

And yet when he takes her hand, she does not pull away.

no but can you imagine?

the first night with zevran, the warden tries to cuddle up to him only to have zevran tell them that he is not comfortable with cuddling, he is used to not being able to trust his bed mate and to always be prepared for attacks

the warden can respect that, and every night afterwards, they sleep apart but always being comforted by the sheer presence of the other

and then zevran starts to realise that what the fuck, he is starting to feel something for the warden, something much more powerful and terrifying and wonderful than he ever expected and what is wrong with him? love is a luxury reserved for everyone else but never him, so why is he feeling everything he never deserved?

and then that day with taliesen in denerim, who tries to get zevran to kill the warden and go back with him and zevran can’t breathe at the mere thought of the warden actually dying and so he tells taliesen that no, he will never let that happen

and a few days later when the warden questions him about why he won’t sleep with them and he just feels this anxiety slowly crushing him bc he knows now what he feels but what if they don’t feel it back? what will he do then?

but the warden does. the warden loves him too and in that moment he can’t think he’s just so relieved and happy and amazed that someone like them would love someone like him

and then the following day, the warden wakes up to someone wrapped around them, and turns around to see zevran, sleeping with a peaceful expression for the first time

and so it continues, for every morning to come

zevran, after years and years of being starved of love and affection, can finally sleep in the arms of someone who loves him for who he is

and zevran is just so damn happy