#alistair v

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@inevitableking asked: sender kisses receiver's knuckles. (for myrna!)

The red blush traveled from her collar bones to the tips of her ears, shoulders raising in embarrassment. Gray eyes quickly turned away to avoid his gaze as she tried to grapple with the fact that the King of Ferelden was kissing her hand. What the fuck...

She cleared her throat, and her voice came out higher than usual. Myrna didn't remove her hand from his, but the other one did try and fail to cover the blush on her face. "Okay, maybe you do know how to be a little suave. Just a little bit."

The etiquette lessons they were forced into were helping both of them, sure, but damn his goofy ass for pulling this one in play in the middle of fake introductions. All it served to do was make her want to sprint out of the room and hide somewhere.

"I'm sure all the noble ladies will be swooning when you pull this stunt on them."

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@inevitableking asked ❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall (for Jalon, what a meeting!)

Indulgent Prompts

There was a quick blip of panic that filled her when someone abruptly shoved her against the wall. Enough that she and Hope let out a burst of psychic energy to throw them off of her. There was a battle raging, and it could have been one of the Templars; it didn't matter, so long as they got off of her.

She tried to skirt away from them, only to realize she'd just attacked the king, and there was an arrow on the ground. She turned quickly to see the assailant and Jalon raised a hand and blasted them with a ball of fire. She watched as they screamed and writhed on the ground before going still. Another Red Templar down.

Jalon quickly turned back to the king and scurried to him to check him over. No injuries, thankfully.

"I'm so sorry! I thought you were one of them and...Maker..." She helped him back up to his feet and offered a weak smile.

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@inevitableking asked: ( fear ) : having just woken up from a night terror (Cole!)

Prompts

He sensed the restlessness from his room. Burning, fear, loss, was it all for nothing?

Cole stood from his bed and slipped into a shadow—ignoring the whispers and how they pulled at him—appearing in Alistair's quarters and promptly taking a seat at the foot of the bed to wait. He knew waking someone from nightmares could be risky, and given Alistair's abilities in a fight...Cole didn't want to be on the receiving end of a swing.

Once Alistair bolted upright, gasping for air, Cole waited a moment to let him get his bearings before he spoke softly. "It's over now..."

He kept his eyes hooded to hide the faint glow of them, knowing that it could spook him more than his sudden presence already could. Some things about him hadn't changed over these last few months; his eyes in the darkness were one of them.

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@inevitableking asked: PIGGYBACK for Myrna!!!

There was a cut on her leg from the last fight. Not a bad one, not enough for Alistair to lower himself to carting her around like a broken doll, but, well, she wouldn't admit to enjoying it a little. It was nice being cared for like this, and she found herself shifting to kiss the tip of his ear and then his cheek in thanks before dropping her forehead onto his shoulder with a sigh.

She'd heal it if she could, but Eli was still teaching her and she didn't have anything on her to clean the wound with first.

"I'm not that broken am I?" she mumbled, joking. "I know I'm filthy at the moment, though. You're going to get mud all over you."

A little late for the warning, but it must be said eventually. She made no move to get off of him, however, and wrapped her arms around his neck to hang on. The trek to the campsite would be a short one, thankfully. Creators, she hope he put her down before they got there and someone saw her like this.

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if they had a kid alistair and myrna 👀

@inevitableking

Name: Lanson

Gender: he/him

General Appearance: he has Alistair's height, face shape, and build; with Myrna's coloring. Freckles everywhere, and I mean everywhere. The poor guy has more freckles than clear skin.

Personality: curious and jovial,

Special Talents: better with a bow than a blade, I would say he's similar to Bellara in combat build bc he takes after Myrna as a mage.

Who they like better: big momma's boy

Who they take after more: Alistair. A jokester but earnest and sweet

Personal Head canon: if it were not for the bright red hair, he'd look like a clone of younger Alistair.

[bushelofmuses]

@inevitableking liked for a Prisoner starter

The owlk was not a fan of fighting; he had okay aim when scavengers came snooping around Prothean ruins, well enough to defend himself in a pinch, but he would much rather just hide and call it a day. Which, of course, meant he that was stuck here with a human Spectre that had it in his goofy head that dragging Kal'iff into this mess was a great idea.

However, it was better to be dragged in here, and have a chance at survival against those damned things outside, than to have stayed behind; Kal'iff didn't want to be eaten or ripped apart.

"Now that we're cornered, I do hope you have a plan." He adjusted his grip on his strangely shaped pistol and glanced nervously at the door.

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💋 for Myrna!

Myrna's mind screeched to a halt. She was pretty sure she could hear the noise from it.

The kiss was a surprise, but not...unwelcome. Clumsy and rushed, like perhaps he was either unpracticed or nervous. It made her nervous, if she were being honest with herself.

He was kissing her. The king was kissing her. Oh, fuck.

When he pulled away, she blinked up at him, eyes wide. He'd really just done that.

She...didn't have a problem with it; she was just surprised that he was doing it at all. Did that mean he had an interest in her, or was he just being friendly?

Finally, she smiled a little, teasing. "I uh...ahem, try it a little slower next time?"

Permission for the future if he wanted.

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@inevitableking asked: “do you often travel alone, or am i witnessing a rare moment?” (for Jalon)

Strangers Beneath the Same Sky

"I'm not used to traveling alone, but I quite enjoy those moments." She revelled in her new freedom. Sure, she was in danger as an apostate, but she'd rather be in danger but be able to have the freedom to wander, than to be locked away in a stone cage for the rest of her days, losing her ever-loving mind.

No, this was much better for her.

And while she wasn't expecting company for this little outing for herbs, she wouldn't begrudge him his own stolen moments of freedom. They both had to get it where and when they could.

"Did you sneak out the window again?" she teased, adjusting the grip she had on her satchel. Jalon offered Alistair a small smile before going back to scouring the brush for the nettle she needed.

"And watch what you pick, if anything. There is poison ivy around here." Maker help him if he got into the stuff.

Jalon took out a small pair of shears and snipped off the nettle blooms, careful to make sure she was gentle with the stems. Even with gloves, the stuff could pierce the leather and leave the skin itching and burning for the rest of the day.