He didn’t stop himself falling because he hadn’t noticed it
had happened until it was too late, but he’s picked himself up off the ground
of loving Nursey and managed to make his way across the vast expanse. He can’t
shoot back up into obliviousness again, thinks he might come across a canyon
and fall even further. It’s maybe
inevitable, being bound by this love for the rest of his life. At first he’d
let himself believe in quiet moments that he might be free one day, might move
on to someone else’s land and love them as much; but then Nursey would smile,
or laugh, or breathe, and Dex would know. He’s gone, he’s fallen hard and fast
and fully, plummeted to the earth that is Derek Nurse, the gravity of love
tying him indefinitely to this man.
So he deals with it. It’s the best he can do.
He remembers that they’re not friends. This confuses Nursey
at first because they’d pretty much reached a mutual accord at the end of the
last semester, but a few sharp words from Dex and they go back to being grudging
acquaintances. Dex tries not to notice that he’s always the one on the attack
in their petty arguments, that Nursey – who’s so kind, so good – never does
more than gently chirp or defend himself with the deft deflection of a poet. He
gets used to the frowns from Bitty when he spits acid, vile and corrosive, at
Nursey across the kitchen. Rans and Holtz try talking to him about it once, but
he spits at them too, his words as toxic as chemicals in a lab explosion, and
they learn to leave him be. They want to help, they care so much, but
ultimately as long as they play well together they can’t do much more as
captains. It’s not only not their job, but not their place either.
(In the dark of his room, Dex sometimes wishes that they’d
push him. Lock him and Nursey in a room together so they’re forced to talk, so
Dex has no choice but to let the torrent of feeling that he’s hidden inside him
escape his carefully constructed dam and wash through the room. Let him face
the scorn, or the sympathy, or the awkward acceptance that would inevitably
follow the reveal. But they won’t force him, and he’s not brave enough to do it
It gets harder as they grow more distant, because when
Nursey isn’t talking to Dex he’s talking to everyone else, spilling his
sunlight all over them so they smile and laugh and relax in the warmth of his presence.
Dex watches this from the shadows, sees the rays just across the room and
wishes he could step into them, give Nursey a smile, slip back into the
friendship they’d so briefly had. But then Nursey will glance his way, catch
Dex watching him, and Dex has to scowl and turn away, curl up in the cool shade
he’s damned himself to, curse away the tears that want to run with the absence
It comes to a head when Dex requests he be moved lines. He
can’t play with Nursey, he tells Coach Hall. Can’t skate with him. Can’t
breathe the same air.
Coach Hall refuses, but he does tell Ransom and Holster.
They tell Nursey, and finally, he snaps.
Cassandra had an inkling that’s what this evening was leading into. It had been so romantic– a long, candlelit path to a hammock, where she laid against her lover as he read poetry in a quiet, soothing voice. Rose petals were scattered all over the ground, touched by the breeze of the twilight hour. Finally, he opened the page to her favorite poem, and hidden inside the pages was a drawing of a ring. She looked up to him as he pulled it out of his pocket, her cheeks flushing red. Tears slipped down her eyes as she could only squeak out “yes” repeatedly.
Iron Bull shrugged when the Inquisitor suggested marriage. Marriage wasn’t a thing under the Qun, but since he was no longer under it… The hopeful look in his Kadan’s eyes was enough for him to smile and consent, though he wasn’t particularly excited about it. However, come the actual day of the ceremony, he actually cries tears of joy. Bull cries the most out of anyone at the wedding. He hadn’t imagined he’d feel like this, but it was good.
Blackwall sputtered in utter disbelief– she would marry him? After all that he’s done, all that’s happened, and… after asking if they’re sure, it takes every ounce of willpower to not start crying as he accepts their proposal. The man begins imagining their future far more often after that– a log cabin house built by his own hands, a mabari or two, at least two, maybe three, children with scraped knees and happy smiles running about their yard. And he’d finally be happy.
Sera repeatedly calls her lover a loony, in greater and greater glee and excitement, squealing as she accepted. She actually tackles them to the ground with kisses, and as soon as they get back up, she and the Inquisitor giggle all the way up to the tower that the Herald lives in. Later, as Sera lays awake in the middle of the night while her fiancée slumbers, holding up the ring the Herald gave her for her proposal in her fingers, imagining their life together. She means it. She loves her, and Sera’s never been happier in her life.
Solas’s greatest fear is dying alone. His vhenan stood before him, promise ring extended, eyes full of hope, offering to take away that fear. He stares, open-mouthed, in disbelief. The Dalish had cursed their enemies with “May the Dread Wolf take you!” and here his vhenan stood– aware who he was. Never before had he thought anyone would take him. Laughter bubbles up in his chest, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he accepts, taking her into his arms, kissing her. May the Dread Wolf take and be taken, he thinks wryly.
Dorian doesn’t know how to respond immediately. So many considerations float in his head– would it put his lover in danger, would it be safe, would it be… He eventually shakes himself back into reality. After staring into his lover’s hopeful eyes, he decides. Fuck it all. Weeping, he says yes in a blustery mess, kissing his lover with no reservations any longer. No matter what happened, so long as they were at each other’s side, they would be okay. Easy? No. But Dorian knows it’s all worth it. It’s all okay.
Cullen chokes when he realizes he’s being proposed to, his cheeks turning red, so red. For a moment, the events of the last ten years spin in his head, how it all led up to now. There was a time when life seemed too much, but he survived, and now she was there, and she loved him enough to marry him. Looking back to the woman before him, who stares up at him, proffering the lucky coin he gave them, now set as a ring. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” he says breathlessly, pulling her in for the tightest hug of her life. When he takes the ring, instead of putting it on his finger, he takes her hand and slips it on her ring finger. The coin still belonged with her.
Josephine squealed in delight, covering her mouth, starting to weep. It had been a romantic date to Val Royeaux, and in a moonlit gondola right through the thoroughfare, they popped the question, catching her completely off-guard. After regaining her senses, she can only squeal yes, over and over again, the details of their wedding already forming in her mind. She kisses them in utter delight, holding them tight, now and forever.
Krem is at a complete loss for words. Never in his life did he ever imagine he’d get married, much less the one proposed to. He isn’t even aware of the fact the Chargers had taken notice, and were watching intensely, silently. The love of his life wanted to marry him. They loved him for him, and he suddenly can’t bear to imagine a life without them. He says yes, and the Chargers erupt into cheers, surrounding the lieutenant and the newest Charger-to-be by marriage. Bull pulls them both into his arms, nearly squeezing the life out of both of them in a hug. Later on, Bull sternly warns the Inquisitor to treat Krem right; he wouldn’t stand for anything less.