Thursday Bangers 7/10!
Heya! I’m hosting this week for @woundedsoul12! Here’s this week’s lyric:
Baby, you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven –Heaven, Bryan Adams
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I went with Alistair and my Elissa, “Homecoming:"
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10 Cloudreach, 9:37 Dragon Alistair, I have to go. I’m sorry for not waiting for you, but if I did you’d insist on coming along and I have to do this alone. Keep an eye on Denerim for me, and don’t let Eamon declare me dead or try to make you remarry or anything. If anything happens to me, you’ll know; otherwise, know that I will come home to you. But not until I have a cure for us both. All my love, Lissa
Alistair sat alone in the throne room of the palace in Denerim, turning the letter over in his hands, just as he’d done so many nights for almost eight years. He’d thought for certain that she’d come home when the Breach opened, but that crisis came and went with no sign of her, just like so many years before and after it.
But there’d been no word otherwise, either, and so he continued to wait. Every night, after the day’s audiences and reports and other work, after supper, after a bath and after rereading the novels she always loved, he returned to the throne room and waited. Some day, some night, she’d come in through those doors. Dirty, weary, but home.
The bells chimed midnight, and Alistair yawned. He never got much sleep, but he knew she’d be angry with him if he didn’t try. He stood and stretched, then blew out the few candles and made his way toward his chambers. Not tonight, then. He headed to his rooms, ready to sleep and start waiting again the next day.
He hadn’t yet reached the door to the royal apartments, but he could see that it was cracked. Almost too tired to care, he groaned to himself and pulled the dagger from his belt. He probably should have called for a guard to accompany him, but didn’t bother. Pushing the door open slowly he scanned the parlor, only to find it empty. He checked each of the adjoining rooms, and all were likewise clear. Putting away his dagger, he shook his head in resignation and headed for the bedroom. He almost expected–
Her.
She was there, crouched down and stoking the fire. Her once gleaming armor was pitted and rusted, stained with Maker knows what. Her hair was sawed off even with her chin, but was just as rich a black as before. Her face was thin–so very thin–but when she saw him her eyes lit up and she flew into his arms, the fire forgotten, sobbing with joy.
“Lissa?”
“It’s really me,” she laughed through her tears. “I’m home. I’m really home.”
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