I don’t know why, but this is always one of my favorite moments with Duncan.
After Alistair says he’ll draw the line if the king asks him to put on a dress and dance the Remigold, my female Wardens always says, “I’d like to see that.”
And as they banter ridiculously back and forth, terrible battle raging just feet away from camp, Duncan looks between the two of them and sighs. I always imagine he’s thinking, “Maker’s mercy, I’m surrounded by children. We’re all doomed.”
Then I cry because… Duncan. He’s one of my favorite characters, and I know Alistair thinks he’s the only one who mourns him, but if I had better dialogue options, I’d tell him straight up, “We had so much time to talk when he came to the Tower of Magi and on the road to Ostagar. I don’t remember my parents, but I found myself wishing my father was a man like him.”
Alistair: Just so you know, if the King ever asks me to put on a dress and dance the remigold, i’m drawing the line. Darkspawn or no.
Elissa: I think I’d like to see that.
Alistair: For you, maybe. But it has to be a pretty dress.
“I was beginning to think you’d miss all the fun!” “___ has shown himself a traitor.” “Yes, I’m a criminal. I admit it. I apologize.” “You heard me. The last time I looked, you had ears.” “Had we not escaped, s/he would have killed us and told you any story s/he wished.” ”How could s/he think s/he would get away with such treachery?!” ”You sound very confident of that.” “I also know at least fifteen poisons that grow right here. Not that I would suggest it is at all related to cooking.” ”I’d hoped for a war like in the tales!” “No offense, but I suspect there’s more excitement on your path than I can handle.” ”Here for the glory, hm? Fair enough.” “Now we threaten priests? How fun!” “Men’s hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature.” ”The king wants to end it with a huge battle the bards will sing of for centuries.” “Just so you know, if the king ever asks me to put on a dress and dace the Remigold, I’m drawing the line.” “They’re everywhere! Most of our men are dead!” “Weren’t you complaining that you wouldn’t get to fight?” “You would not want to see what is happening in that valley now.” “Oh, I get it. This is where we’re supposed to be shocked to discover you’ve never had a friend your entire life, right?” “You…you’re alive! I thought you were dead for sure!” “Age and power are relative – it depends on who’s asking.” “Perhaps your skull was cracked worse than we thought.” “As my mother once said, duty must come now.“ “And they never, in all this time, thought that ‘maybe’ you were a witch?” “Do try to have fun, dear.” “Everything I have done is to secure our independence!” “You saved my life? I assure you I can handle myself!” “Falling on your blade in grief seemed like too much trouble, I take it?” “I can be friendly when I desire to. Alas, desiring to be more intelligent does not make it so.” “Couldn’t you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? That would be great, thanks.” “They’ve learned their lesson, and we can all stop fighting now.”
Best skin lotion recipe: 1 cup of fans tears, 2 cups of blood sacrifice (human gives the best result, goats give fairly OK result), 3 strands of fur taken from Commander Cullen's fur pauldron. Mix everything in a silverite cauldron under moonlight and dance the remigold around it. Voilà! Guaranteed without blood magic and will take effect immediately to turn your skin like as smooth as baby krogan's.
The Lady Cousland (Prince!Alistair x Cousland AU) Part 4
I’m a slave for this AU I swear, I’m so in love :3
All eyes turn to them as they enter, and her hand involuntarily clenches around the Prince’s arm, desperately fighting the urge to tear her skirts off and run, far far away from the extravagance that was the transformed main hall before them now.
Her mother hand spared no expense, the usual heraldry had been removed, now banners of bright gold and red stood proud, boasting the snarling Theirin lion. Torches glittered, the large chandelier above them stood stoic, candles glinting down, reflecting off the sea of jewelled fabric below. The old oak tables had been removed, replaced with mahogany ones that shone brightly, holding a plethora of foods imported from far and wide.
Elissa had not seen such a disgusting spectacle in all her life.
“This is ridiculous.” She hisses to Alistair, who chuckles under his breath and nods imperceptibly, nodding politely as the men and women around him dip into bows and curtseys. He cannot hide the slight curl of his lip from her practiced eyes, and she knows he loathes this as much as she does, being paraded around in all this pomp and ceremony for the amusement of others.
“Unfortunately, this ridiculousness is something we have to put up with for at least another two hours.” He laughs as she groans, her head tilting back towards the chandeliers, wondering how much trouble she’d be in if she cut the rope holding it to its bracket, and how quickly she could run from her mother.
She peeks another glance at him out of the corner of her eye, keeping a demure smile on her lips as she watches him talk with a lowly noble from the other side of Ferelden. His eyes are tight in annoyance, but she’d be lying if she said he didn’t entrance her.
How was it possible for him to go from the bumbling, stammering boy he’d been through his first days here, to this man now? His hair raked back from his forehead shows off the deep hazel of his eyes, and the noble set of his nose. Her blue eyes hover at his full lips, not realising as her tongue darts out to taste her own, hands clenching around the hard muscle of his bicep.
Elissa manages not to jerk too much in shock when Alistair turns from the nobles, leading them into a far corner near an empty table. She sits down with a sigh, propping her chin up with one hand, laughing as Alistair throws himself into the chair next to her, slouching over in a very un-princely manner.
“Why your highness!” She jests, her voice high and nasally, mimicking many of the snivelling ladies here tonight. “If I didn’t know any better, I would believe you did not wish to be here!” He rolls his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow, and she cannot help the way her stomach rolls in delight at the sight of him, broad shoulders stretching as he hangs his arms off the back of the chair, the muscles in his neck tensing as he stares at her.
“My ladyyy.” He drawls, his lips twitching as she snorts and giggles, clapping a hand over her mouth to still the loud sound. “This is by far, one of the better of these events I have ever attended, however, if a certain lady did wish to make her escape, I would not be oppoooosed!” She laughs again at the drawling tone of his voice, but can’t help the blush that stains her cheeks as he leans closer with a chuckle.
She sighs and takes a look around the room, watching the dancers swirl, swaying delightedly in their slippers as lords from far and wide twirl them about. She wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, but dancing was one of the only things she enjoyed about these events - that and the unlimited supply of wine.
Elissa turns, seeing him sipping from a goblet of the very wine she’d been thinking of, snatching it off him with a wink when he makes a surprised noise, before his eyebrow raises as he watches her drain the rest of the very full goblet in one go.
She stands, the curls left out of her intricate hairstyle whipping across her cheeks as she holds her hand out to him quickly. “Come!” She cries, hauling him to his feet. “I want to see how Prince Alistair holds up against my dancing skills.”
He snorts, shaking his head as his fingers curl around hers. “I’m afraid then, My Lady Cousland, that I must warn you of the impending doom of your toes.” She grins broadly, feeling her heart skip as he grins back, before leading him out towards the floor, the sea of fabric parting effortlessly as the familiar tune of the Remigold starts up.
Laughing, she drags him into the dance, her long silver skirts swishing about her legs as she leads them into turn after turn, their sweaty hands clinging desperately to one another, imprints of his hands still burning into her skin from where he had grabbed her waist and lifted her high into the air, the contact gone much too soon as he sets her back down.
Dazed and breathless, they stumble back to the corner of the room they’d claimed as their own as the music moved into another fast song, the clapping of the dancers echoing through their ears as she snatches another goblet of wine, the first already gone to her head.
“Your warning for my toes was sorely misplaced your highness.” She grins as he blushes, watching as he quickly rubs the back of his neck, before taking the goblet of wine she offers. Elissa turns her eyes back to the crowd, scanning across the sea of faces, before gasping as she sees one she knows particularly well.
Alistair’s shocked eyes snap to hers as she grabs his arm. “We need to go. Now.” She whispers, her eyes never straying from Nathaniel’s head as he turns in the middle of the dancers, no doubt searching for her, having seen her dancing just a few moments ago.
Alistair doesn’t even question, merely nods and grabs her hand, yanking her from the seats as they dash across the stone floor, giggling and laughing all the while. She can hear Nathaniel’s cry of her name and the shouts of the guests as he elbows through them, but all she can focus on is the sway of Alistair’s shoulders, the way his hand feels wrapped around hers, and the breathless rush of elations she feels as they burst out of the main hall, sprinting away towards the kitchens.
They slam into the room, still laughing as he shoves the door closed. She strides into the room clamping her hand over her mouth to try to stifle her giggles, and sets to work on pulling out all of her favourites from Nan’s hiding spots.
“What… are you doing?” he asks when he turns to see her climbing up on top of the table, tongue between her teeth as she stands on her tiptoes, reaching into the hollow beam for the honeyed mead. She grabs it, and with a flourish, leaps off the table and presents it to him. He raises an eyebrow as he takes it, grabbing two glasses to pour them a glass.
“Nan likes to hide all of my favourite foods to ‘protect my figure’ “ Elissa raises her fingers into the air at this, quoting her beloved nursemaid. Alistair laughs, shaking his head as he gestures for her to continue.
She grins wolfishly, turning to shove aside a barrel, reaching into a sack hidden underneath a cart of apples to pull out a wrapped packet of Ostwick strawberries, as well as a block of chocolate gifted to her from Antiva.
She presses a finger to her lips as she deposits the items in front of a grinning Prince, before she jumps up onto Nan’s workbench, grunting as she hauls herself up onto a nearby beam, tucking her skirts between her calves as she quickly tiptoes across to the thick beam that they all connected to.
Elissa reaches out with nimble fingers to pry loose a thick block of wood, reaching in with a loud AH-HA! before she’s jumping, landing on top of the table before Alistair, holding a tightly wrapped package in between her fingers.
Alistair raises an eyebrow as she hands it to him, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she tries to fight her grin. He unwraps it quickly, his hazel eyes brightening as its revealed whats within.
“Sweet rolls!” He cries with a large grin, she laughs, sitting down right on top of the table, her skirt pooling around her like starlight as she reaches forward for a cup of the mead. He shakes his head at her, a disbelieving look written over his features as he chuckles breathlessly.
Elissa blushes under his gaze and laughs nervously. “I really enjoy sweets a little bit too much, I train quite a lot so I never really gain any weight, but Nan got it into her head that my eating habits would end up rotting my teeth.” Alistair bursts out laughing, and soon she’s laughing with him at the ridiculous situation.
“How…” he has to pause as he takes a deep breath, trying to combat the breathlessness of their laughter. “How did she even get up there?” He breaks down into laughter again, no doubt imagining the old woman trying to pull herself up into the rafters.
“She… she got the elves to get up there!” She manages to say through her persistent giggles. “They told me where they put them straight away!” He looks up at her in awe, his mouth agape as she laughs, taking another sip of mead.
“You really do have everyone in this castle wrapped around your finger don’t you?” He breathes, his eyes scanning her features as she looks at him curiously, hands on her knees and her head cocked inquisitively.
“Maybe.” She replies cryptically, reaching out to pop a strawberry into her mouth, humming as she bites down and tastes the sweet nectar on her tongue. She feels a slow drip across her lip and chin, but before she can even raise her hand, he’s leaning forward.
His warm hand caresses her chin, the rough pad of his thumb running across her porcelain skin, before it moves further, collecting the juice staining her plump lips. Her lips pop open with a sigh as he finally traces them, their eyes never straying from one another, his hazel burning into the deep sea of her own.
She loves the feeling of his calloused finger lingering against the soft skin of her red lips, but she loves it even more when he draws away, his own lips closing around his thumb to suck whats left of the strawberry she’d just eaten off of his thumb.
with lavellan and solas being two leaders on opposite sides of the war, this got me thinking about that post where two best friends are enemies also on opposite sides of the war. they constantly troll each other.
“sir, lavellan had us give you a crate of tea for your name-day.”
“lavellan, fen’harel has gifted you a…goose?”
“…THAT ASSHOLE PROMISED HE’D NEVER SAY A WORD.”
“…cole, why are you dancing the ferelden remigold?”
“she said i should stop only when you let her agents go.”
“she will also accept a kiss.”
“lavellan, you look tired.”
“are you not sleeping well?”
“solas sent a spirit of curiosity my way.”
“it won’t stop asking questions.”
“what do you mean no one has been able to get any information?!”
“well, you see sir, when we get close we are always discovered. and pies are thrown at us from all sides, and-”
I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long!! I promise more regular updates from now on, I’m finally getting back into writing again :3 Dedicated to anon-omis and eeveevie for being the worlds coolest friends and putting up with my long ass writers block XD
Elissa wakes the next morning to heavy handed knocks on her door, followed by the whining of Alistair as he tried to get her to wake. She giggles, throwing back the covers to rush to the door, feeling her heart flutter at the thought of seeing him.
It had only been a few days since he’d come to her in the forest, but they’d become closer quicker than she’d thought impossible. The two of them were inseparable, and not only just as a couple, but as friends too. The two of them had so much in common it seemed possible, their jokes the same, many of their interests the same as well, they had spent many of their days out of doors, riding through the surrounding country side, climbing trees and swimming in lakes they found during their adventures.
She swings open the door with a wide grin, his balled fist hanging in the air where the door had just been, his eyes blinking in confusion as he looks down at her, all wild red curls and sleepy eyes. His golden eyes zone in on her very bare legs, she laughs as he freezes, his gaze running down the bare expanse of her legs and the freckled shoulder that peeked out from the tunic she wore. She rolls her eyes at his blush, finding his flushed cheeks and fumbling hands endearing. She pulls him into her room, amidst his loud protests, giggling quietly to herself at his stuttered words.
She presses her hand over his mouth to quiet him, watching his eyes soften as he gazes down at her smiling features. She draws her hand away from his mouth, sliding her arms up to lock behind his neck, grinning even wider when his hands slide tentatively around her waist. She leans up on her toes, gently pressing her lips to his in perhaps one of the sweetest kisses they’d ever shared. He hums against her lips, his hands tightening around her waist to draw her close, his thumbs rubbing circles against her back.
Elissa pulls away with her eyes still closed, licking her lips to taste him. “Mmmm, good morning.” She whispers, her eyes slowly sliding open to his dazed puppy face, a goofy grin written across his features. “Good morning.” He sighs, drawing her into an embrace, nuzzling his nose against her hair, peppering kisses to her temple as he squeezes her tighter. He draws back with a chuckle, brushing back a lock of her hair.
“So your highness, what are we going to do today?” She asks, pulling away to enter the washroom attached to her bedroom. She hears him flop onto her bed and grins, imagining him splayed out, arms and legs wide as he gazes up at the ceiling. She hears him humming in though, and she knows he’s swinging his legs back and forth, he always shifted his legs when he was thinking. Elissa grabs a new pair of leather leggings, sliding them on and wriggling her hips to pull them up. She tucks her white shirt in, pulling up the sleeve so it rests over her shoulders, before pulling her long hair up with her familiar green ribbon.
She walks back out to see Alistair lying comfortably against her pillows, Fenrir’s head cushioned against Alistair’s stomach, tail happily wagging back and forth as Alistair idly scratches behind his ears. Elissa stops and leans against the door, arms crossed as she watches the two of them, Alistair humming the familiar tune of the remigold under his breath, Fenrir chuffing contentedly every so often. She feels her heart flutter at the sight, unsure as to why the sight of the two of them melted her heart, and had her stomach twisting in delight. Her whole body felt lighter than air as she watches the two of them.
“My boys.” She sighs, pushing off the wall with a soft smile as Alistair looks up with a grin, turning his head to watch her stride across the room, crawling over to them on the bed to rest her head against Alistair’s shoulder, tucking her leg between his, breathing him in as he throws his arm around her waist, drawing her tight against him. “I could get used to this.” She sighs, snuggling closer to him with a blissful smile. He grins into her hair, nuzzling closer.
“I say we just do this all day.” He sighs, and she nods sleepily into his shoulder, eyelids drooping as she snuggles deeper against his warm body. Fenrir chuffs happily, nudging his wet nose against her arm, whining happily when she reaches over to sling her arm over his neck, scratching at his ears, before Alistair catches her hand, threading their fingers together.
Elissa starts as a light knock comes from the door. She’s instantly confused, looking up at Alistair with her brows furrowed, shaking her head ruefully when he shrugs his shoulders, before turning back to Fenrir’s ears, scratching behind them contentedly.
She sits up and swings her legs over the bed, striding towards her large wooden doors apprehensively. The servants knew to always wait till she’d left, granted she was almost always gone before this time unless it was a weekend. Plus the guards never disturbed her, and her family wouldn’t have given her the courtesy of knocking first.
She swings the door open with caution, her hand falling off the door in dumfounded awe at the man standing at the door before her.
“P-Prince Cailan!” She stutters, stepping forward and angling the door so he wouldn’t be able to see his brother.
“My lady Cousland.” He drawls, his arms held behind his back. “I hope I’m not disturbing you my Lady?” he asks, raising an eyebrow when she giggles nervously and steps forward again, bringing the door with her.
“No… No!” She almost shouts, before composing herself. “I’m fine.” Cailan looks confused, peering down his nose at her, but he nods curtly.
“I was wondering if you might accompany me for a walk of the gardens?” He asks, but by the way he speaks, she knows theres no room for argument.
“Of… of course.” She mumbles, looking down, before jumping a little as she realised she was still wearing riding leathers and muddy boots. “I’ll, just go change first.” She whispers bashfully, slinking back to slam the door closed with her back, breathing heavily as she looks at Alistair with wide, incredulous eyes.
“Andrastes tits!” She mouths at him, watching as he slowly blinks, his mouth gaping open as he looks from the door, to her and back. He shakes out of it as she pushes forward off the door and towards her wardrobe, hastily yanking off the first semi-presentable dress she sees, darting away to the bathroom to yank her shirt off, trying to quell the confused turning of her stomach.
What was Cailan of all people doing at her door, and asking her for a walk through the gardens of all places! She knew that she had to accept, lest she have to deal with her mother’s scorn, and possibly the scorn of her king.
She emerges from her bathroom to see Alistair siting up on the bed, wringing his hands slightly. She smiles at his nerves, and quickly strides over to him, taking his hands between hers, squeezing tighter when his gold eyes flick up to meet her own.
“I’ll get away as soon as I can, Maker knows I’d rather it be you.” She whispers, sliding her hand up to cup his cheek. His eyes brighten slightly, and he leans down to press his lips sweetly to hers, squeezing her hands lovingly when she pulls away.
“Wait for me?” She asks shyly, peeking up at him from under her eyelashes. He blushes brilliantly, a smile curving against his lips as he nods and lets her hands go, quickly pressing his lips to her forehead as a goodbye.
She feels her heart flutter, cheeks warming as she tries to quell a giggle, she always felt lighter than air whenever she was around Alistair, the sheer thought of being so close to him was enough to brighten her day.
Elissa turns from him reluctantly, dropping her hand as she turns back to the door, sliding out quickly before shutting it, throwing a wobbly smile towards the older Theirin Prince. He holds out his arm expectantly, and she takes it, resting her hand against his arm as he leads them towards the gardens.
She cannot help but wish for the thundering of hooves and bronze hair flickering through the trees.