For Day 1 of @scharoux‘s 14 Days of DA Lovers’ Prompts!
Day 1: Rose
Pairing: Alistair Theirin x Aster Amell
“Stay.” Alistair whined, watching Aster slip out of his bed and begin to dress. “I hate waking up without you.”
Aster chuckled. “You already did wake up with me. Remember? You kissed me and complained about my beard being scratchy?”
Alistair huffed. “I recall no such thing. I must have been sleeptalking. Now get over here with your scratchy beard and kiss me again.”
“Would that I could, milord.” Aster said softly. “But it’s morning, and I need to get back to my chambers.”
“They’re just down the hall... you could say you woke up to have breakfast with me and discuss ...chancellorly things with the King.”
“I’m in my smallclothes. You think anyone would buy that?”
Alistair was sitting up now, and frowning. “I hate having to sneak around... but it must be torture for you. You... why do you stay with me, Aster?”
“Because I love you.”
Alistair sighed. “You deserve more. You deserve being me kissing you whenever we want. You deserve having your hand held in public. You deserve the court asking you for your opinion instead of having to wait for me to figure out what you want me to say. You deserve everything I can give you, but you have to sneak in and out of my room every night and put up with all of this. I... how do you do it?”
“You need to see something.” Aster smiled softly at him, reached over to gently grab his hand. Despite being in nothing but a simple tunic and his smalls, he pulled Alistair along into his chambers, not glancing back until he had dragged the King over to the balcony. On it stood a table with a magnificent glass bell jar on top of it. Suspended within the jar was a single rose, glowing with a pale pink light, perfect and beautiful, beads of moisture caught on its petals.
“Do you remember this, Alistair?” Aster tilted his head, his long hair slipping sideways.
Alistair frowned for a moment. “Wait a minute... is it that rose? The one I gave you during the Blight?”
Aster nodded. “Mmm-hmm. I was able to coax it back to health and then suspend it.
“I can’t believe you kept it...” he trailed off, touched.
Aster turned to him. “I look at it often. And I remember all the time we’ve spent together. Alistair... the rose you gave me... no one had given me something like that before, just because you thought I’d like it. It’s beautiful. And you are beautiful.”
“Beautiful? Aren’t I dashingly handsome?” Alistair loved seeing Aster smile, and he was not left wanting, the grin at his teasing accompanied by a small snort.
“Fine, then, damn you. Dashingly handsome. And whenever I see this, I am reminded of how much I love you. So no, I don’t need anything more than to be beside you for the rest of my days. You gave me a part of yourself when you gave me that rose; I understand that now. But you are King, and you belong to the people.”
“I-” Alistair began, only to be shushed.
“But I belong to you, and only you, and if I must share you with the people, than so be it.”
“But... you shouldn’t have to.” Alistair said, softly at first. Then firmer. “You shouldn’t have to.”
Alistair wasn’t conscious of his feet having moved, but he was practically running down the hallway, swiping the coat left on one of Aster’s chairs, Aster calling after him.
He was stopped in the hall by Innes and Delphi, who noticed the grin on his face, despite the fact that he was wearing nothing but Aster’s coat and his smallclothes.
“Uh oh.” Delphi chuckled. “I haven’t seen that look since you tried to prank Oghren.”
Innes yawned. “Where are you running of to, Al? It’s way too early for pranking.”
“To do something I should have done years ago. Right after the Blight, actually.”
“And does it involve a certain Chancellor?” Innes said, his voice rising to a teasing lilt.
Delphi scanned Alistair’s face and gave a squeal of delight, moving forward to hug Alistair. “Finally! Creators, I thought you’d never come to your senses.”
Innes nodded. “Well, don’t let us keep you. Go! Er, actually, better have us go with you. Looks more official that way.”
Alistair grinned as Delphi and Innes flanked him while he moved down the halls of the castle.
“Eamon! Eamon!” he shouted, not stopping until the other man was grumbling and annoyed and puffing from having run to answer the King’s summons.
“Yes, my lord? What is it?”
“I’m going to marry someone that you’re not going to be happy about, but I don’t care. He’s the man I love, and he’s already done a damn good job at taking care of Ferelden, more than I have. So you’re just going to draw up the paperwork or whatever needs to happen, got it?”
Eamon glanced to Innes, then reluctantly to Delphi, his face falling as he saw their wide grins and knew he’d find no allies in the king’s retainers. “...very well, sire.”
Alistair maintained his “king” mannerisms until Eamon had turned the corner, and then he burst into a cheer.
“Oh, how did Aster react when you proposed? Did he cry?” Innes gushed, before he blushed at Delphi’s surprised expression. “Oh, shut up.”
Alistair paled. “I may have... forgotten to do that part.”
Innes smirked. “Well, you have to get back in there, then! We’ll have breakfast sent up to you.”
Delphi hummed. “Something... celebratory.”
Alistair nodded. “Thank you. I... I’d better go.”
As he left, Innes and Delphi glanced at each other.
“About time, right?” Delphi chuckled.
“Yep. I can’t wait to see the look on Eamon’s face when they marry.”
Zevran seems like he'd be good at telling ghost stories. Totally not scared Aster volunteers to look after Alistar to keep him safe. he is not the least bit scared at all.
TOTALLY not scared! Alistair is just forced to hold Aster tightly because the mage is cold, alright? Stop smirking, Zevran!
Amid a swirl of clothing, Aster raised an eyebrow. “That’s sweet. What brought that on?”
The young King moved behind the chair his lover sat on, brushing the long brown hair behind the rounded ear. “Nothing in particular. Can’t a man say he loves his husband?”
Aster chuckled. “Sure he can... just not on the day of his execution.”
Alistair guffawed. “We never should have come to the Landsmeet.”
“Oh, hush. It’s not so bad. At least I’m out of the Circle.”
Alistair sighed, wrapping his arms around his husband and leaning down for a kiss. “I wish I had done this sooner.”
“What? Made me your King-Consort?”
“Married you.”
Aster smiled softly. “Careful. We’re far too well-dressed for that kind of talk. Wouldn’t want to be late for my coronation because I was bedding the King.”
“Ah, it would go down in Fereldan legend.” Alistair chuckled.
“Save your energy, my love. I’ll take good care of you afterwards.”
“Ooh, will you use those ribbons again? I like those a lot.”
Aster laughed. “If it were possible, I’d use them now to gag you up for the ceremony.”
Alistair smirked. “Oh, come on. I’ve been a baaaad King, I deserve it.”
Aster grabbed his hand and squeezed gently, kissing the knuckles. “After. I promise I won’t let you out all night, and most of the morning.”
“Mmm, I love it when you make me extravagant promises. You take such good care of me, Aster.”
“I try, my love.”
“Now let’s get you a crown. I want you to wear it tonight.” Alistair winked, laughing at his husband’s scandalized look.
Lol, so, just to clear up my thoughts on my OCs - I love them both, and I can’t choose between them. They’re both technically self-inserts, but they’ve got different stories and I want to write for them both.
So...
Aster Amell is from Kinloch Hold, and becomes King-Consort, married to King Alistair. He is a mage since birth and has lived in the Circle as long as he can remember. Arl of Amaranthine and Former Warden-Commander of Ferelden.
Mysen of Denerim is actually a Spirit of Hope masquerading as human. However, due to Flemeth’s interference and the assistance of the Lady of the Forest, Mysen becomes human, although he has some spirit-like powers and magic. He marries Warden Alistair at the Landsmeet and the two remain together. He is not a Grey Warden.
