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macxtir | loghain.

it had taken some adjustments.

to say the least, would be to underestimate things. for the woman that he had grown to fall in love with was not marrying his bet friend. nay, they had talked after the mess in the deep roads about all that had happened since… katriel. it was a mess of things, and maric had been an idiot. that was using kinder words than necessary, he had agreed silently with himself. what had surprised loghain most, was the mutual agreement to call off the betrothal. it had truly felt as though he was in a dream, more than reality. that all of this was a wanton of something he couldn’t have, and accepted that it was better this way that he not pursue the woman he loved more.

loghain’s ice blue eyes penetrated the soon to be arlessa with contemplation. and then the words rang in his ears. ‘ we can return to gwaren. if you want. ‘ maker, there was no way in hell this wasn’t a prolonged dream he would soon awaken from. for the luck they’d had due to this war …

the pause remained for several more minutes before loghain also shifted his own posture. ‘ we should focus on regaining control of redcliffe first, ‘ he supplied almost hesitantly. for how could he let his guard down now, when he could wake up at any moment? ‘ your family deserves your home back. ‘

‘ of course, ‘ rowan returns, pretending she isn’t staring. loghain is always so serious, but it doesn’t bother her – it is quite the stark contrast to maric’s seeming buffoonery, toppling from his horse, making pointless jokes. he’d been true to his mettle, in the end, but he was so far from loghain, so unalike. she cherishes him. ‘ i.. haven’t seen my brothers in so long. i’m only thinking ahead. ‘

after that, then what? if gwaren is rightfully loghains, if he will want to rule there, rowan will not stop him, but redcliffe is where she wants to be – if it comes to it, she would relinquish her status to eamon, as she more than trusts her little brother’s ability, but .. in truth, she’d rather loghain be beside her there, arl by marriage.

marriage. her throat tightens. the thought had scared her, with maric, made her angry. not with loghain. it is a dream that does not have to end. she imagines more – the eventual swell of her belly, the children they could have. the happy life they could lead. her brothers may not approve of her marrying a commoner into their line, but it doesn’t matter – maric was king, not them, and he would not care (he would approve, in fact, she’s almost sure of that). rowan finally relents, getting up to move, to seat herself beside him, closing the distance. she reaches for his hand, threads her fingers between his, squeezes the joints of his knuckles. rowan sighs. it is a contented sound. ‘ i want to marry you. ‘

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She had been acting strangely, he noted. Ever since they left the deep roads. Loghain had wondered if the … if the night they shared was an act of desperation. A way to find warmth within another where they assumed the worst was to come. Where they had assumed that none of them would come out of such a horror filled nightmare alive.

The comment still reverberated within his mind. If he had the option to truly have her at his side, would he be running back? His heart pulsed only slightly faster, whilst the adrenaline rushed in his veins as though he were in battle. Maker, preserve him. Loghain swallowed hard, attempting to wrap his thoughts around the statement-

Until Rowan was so <em>close</em> suddenly. The lack of distance was almost intoxicating; for he could smell all that was Rowan. Even the undertone of steel, albeit she hadn’t worn any in days. He wouldn’t trade it for <strong>anything else</strong>.

’ I want to marry you ’

The words were enough to stall his heart, and catch his breath in his throat. Loghain watched Rowan in mute surprise, the expression raw on his features in a way that was alien on only him. His fingers curled tightly around Rowan’s, still attempting to digest such a bold statement. ’ Marry me? ’ he repeated, voice horse in surprise. ’ ’ You’re serious. ’ there was no question in his words, whilst he shifted ever slightly in his seat. Of course she was. Rowan wasn’t one for brash decisions. Nor would she jest about such a thing either.

Everything seemed to slow down, all while never letting go of her grip. ’ …would I be here? ’

#bleedouts #v; found love in a hopeless place #(I had to do this via mobile because the net is being horrid. likely because a storm is coming )#I apologize )

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‘ so. ‘

rowan doesn’t look like she had but a year ago, tight curls loosened with care, dirt and blood scrubbed off her skin, steel traded for a soft linen shirt (dragged down to her collar bone) and brown trousers. they’re to make a push on redcliffe, once they come to it – it’ll be good to liberate her home, and take her place as arlessa.

not queen. she eyes loghain. it’s the first good rest they’ve gotten since the deep roads. ‘ are you — going to come with me, to redcliffe? my brother, eamon, wants to make a push. i don’t think there’s anyone i’d rather fight with. you – we – can always.. go back to gwaren when it’s over. if you want. ‘

maric had said it was loghain’s. rowan doesn’t wish to be parted of him, she realizes, almost embarrassed; she shifts in her seat, setting the letter down her little brother had sent, detailing the remnants of the orlesian occupation in redcliffe, and how they’d seized the keep, and how he thought he could surmount a sizeable force to respond with, but it was her home, too.

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it had taken some adjustments.

to say the least, would be to underestimate things. for the woman that he had grown to fall in love with was not marrying his bet friend. nay, they had talked after the mess in the deep roads about all that had happened since... katriel. it was a mess of things, and maric had been an idiot. that was using kinder words than necessary, he had agreed silently with himself. what had surprised loghain most, was the mutual agreement to call off the betrothal. it had truly felt as though he was in a dream, more than reality. that all of this was a wanton of something he couldn’t have, and accepted that it was better this way that he not pursue the woman he loved more.

loghain’s ice blue eyes penetrated the soon to be arlessa with contemplation. and then the words rang in his ears. ‘ we can return to gwaren. if you want. ‘ maker, there was no way in hell this wasn’t a prolonged dream he would soon awaken from. for the luck they’d had due to this war . . .

the pause remained for several more minutes before loghain also shifted his own posture. ‘ we should focus on regaining control of redcliffe first, ‘ he supplied almost hesitantly. for how could he let his guard down now, when he could wake up at any moment? ‘ your family deserves your home back. ‘

#bleedouts #v; found love in a hopeless place