Inquisition romances and what their wedding to the inquisitor would be like? (Post trespasser preferably. And non gif please?)
Fun fact: I have never been to a wedding!
Cassandra would like a smaller wedding, close friends and a few immediate family members. As much as she claims she wouldn’t cry, she couldn’t help the flow of tears as she began walking down the aisle. She saw her love, her Inquisitor. She imagines her brother looking down upon this moment, watching his sister being wed and she’s having a hard time holding back her sobs. She’s overwhelmed, but the Inquisitor keeps her grounded, like they always have, and forever they will stay.
Qunari don’t marry, so he isn’t one to have a big celebration or ceremony for his wedding with the Inquisitor unless they really REALLY wanted to. He too, finds himself getting very emotional when it comes down to it. He’s surrounded by his newfound friends, the chargers (who threw the wedding for him) and his Kadan. (It just so happens that Grim is licensed to marry people. Who would have thought.) It is a night of laughter and singing and cake and love.
(Pre-trespasser since Solas bounced on us.)
Solas remembers the incredible celebration of weddings of his time. They were spectacular, full of magic and singing and games. All he wants is to share this memory with the Inquisitor, so he does. The night of their wedding, he brings them to the fade, upon a party similar to the ones he remembers. It isn’t for them, but Solas still offered his hand, and danced with the Inquisitor as if it were for the two of them. The memory played as if they were actually there, more vivid than anything the Inquisitor could have ever dreamed of on her own. They wished the night would never end, but sadly, all good things must.
Blackwall is a bigger sap than people would think, and having the Inquisitor as his wife to be has him pacing all over the stables for hours. It felt like each passing minute added another grey hair. Once it was time for the ceremony, he was shaking like a leave. ‘Am I ready for this? They can do so much better…’ ‘What If I can’t keep them happy?!’ His anxiety is through the roof, and he feels his knees beginning to buckle beneath him, but then he sees them. Radiant, an actual angel, humming with warmth as they smile at him. His heart stops its erratic thumping, and he’s loosing control of his tears. He’s a flushed mess by the time they walk up to face him, laughing warmly at his red his face and eyes were. He powers through it, hardly able to believe that this god sent of a person loves him.
Sera wants a party rather than a ceremony. A crazy fun, prank filled, adventure of a party with everyone there! She loves saying it, saying that she'a married, saying she has a wife and they’re beautiful and they’re everything she’s ever wanted. It isn’t long until the mini pies they ordered are being tossed left and right all over the place. 'Nothing could be more perfect.’ Sera would say.
Cullen surprisingly enough was able to hold it together during the ceremony. He wouldn’t mind a big or small wedding so long as he could be with his love. He’s already taken off the next few weeks for a honeymoon, and plans to spend every last second with the Inquisitor. For now, he’s enjoying his friends and family, finally happy to introduce to them the love of his life. Nobody has ever seen Cullen this happy.
Josephine would have loved to have a huge ball for their wedding, but decided she wanted a more intimate experience for her wedding day. It’s just the two of them, sharing their vows, making it official, and then throwing the party. Lots of sweets (suggested by Josephine) and an incredible performance by Orlisian thespians staged in the grand hall. (also suggested by Josephine) Truly a night to remember. One not easily forgotten after a pair of panties were found sewn onto the Inquisition flag at Skyhold.
Dorian wants a big, BIG wedding all about him. He was considering hosting it in Tevinter, but knowing his country men, someone would crash it, then ten more, then five hundred more. It might as well have been the winter ball at Halamshiral. He settled for a small gathering of close family and friends in the garden of the winter palace. Despite however lack luster, all he could focus on when it started, was his Amatus. They stood there, handsome as ever, adorned in dark, fade touched silk with gold embellishments on the trim. Maker. Dorian was going to have a long, long night.