a thought, from the ‘lover arrives to escort person to afterlife’ post re: varric/hawke
consider that perhaps hawke wasnt the one left in the fade. so far as varric knows, he went on to adamant, perfectly fine
then two years later, while they’re all trying to track down solas and save the inquisitor, one of the fights along the way goes terribly wrong. the spirits guarding the library in the vir dirthara are corrupted, and they are angry. he drops from the clawed grasp of one to slam hard in a stack of ruined books, all the air in his lungs rushing out in a withering noise he could never hope to transcribe. if the crushing burn of paralyzing fear magic didn’t keep him in place, the deep, screaming slash marks across his chest do the job well enough. he couldnt reach to retrieve bianca if he tried
distantly, hes aware of the others flagging in the fight. shouts of frustration and pain, the inquisitors frantic delight when their spectral blade cleaves a fearling in two. a fog seeps into his mind, then his vision, and he blinks slowly once, twice
when he opens his eyes again its to the most comforting sight hes ever known- a soft smile, tugged to one side under eyes as warm and gold as morning sunlight. he thinks briefly of the last time he saw this, the morning before adamant, garrett’s long, scraggly curls draping down around his face above him, waking him up with rough-bitten lips trailing his face, his neck, and lower still. he feels, faintly, the back of garrett’s fingers curling against his jaw
“hey there,” his voice is quiet, yet drowns out the nearby battle, “long time no see.” his heart spins as it sets in what hes looking at
“hawke,” he doesn’t know where to look first. the dark dash tattoos framing his eyes, the splatter of freckles across his nose, the unfamiliar scar varric can see curving around the side of his neck to disappear below the front of his armor. “you- i-” garrett shushes him,
“yeah. its good to see you, but, listen,” his hand uncurls across varric’s chest, and he feels the familiar cool rush of healing magic, “you aren’t done here. this story isn’t over, not by a long shot”
“is that two puns about me in one line,” his words swim together, though the world grows gradually clearer, “fuck you, songbird..” the answering chuckle echoes in his ears
“only the best for you, love. now come on, kick some demon ass for me,” hes vaguely aware as hawke helps him to his feet that he doesn’t actually see the rest of him, which is quite the feat considering hes built like a brickhouse and twice as tall
“hawke, whats going on?” he doesn’t remember picking up bianca, but his hands ready a new bolt on pure muscle memory. where garrett stood is only empty air, and the remnants of a huffed laugh
“i cant stay, but know that i’m never far behind you”
tumblrs being a bitch so I had to upload this to discord, download it onto my phone, and post through mobile instead of just fucking doing it the normal way
anyways I've been trying to post this picture of my son for 2 days now
it occurred to me, talking w squid earlier, that maryden getting with cole/krem in trespasser came off to me an awful lot like “pair the spares” with a heaping dose of “but keep it het”, which in hindsight def contributed to my distaste for both ships
(my feelings on cole shipping are also relevant but shall be saved for some other day)
and so i got to wondering, is there a ship that wouldnt feel quite so much like just pairing maryden off with the nearest guaranteed-single and somewhat important npc out of the blue
harding. i could see maryden with harding. not only does she spend an inordinate amount of time hanging around near the tavern where maryden performs, but she gets her own personal song in trespasser. who else gets that? the inquisitor, bc main character, and sera, bc maryden has a crush on her. boom, bare minimum of canon justification has been achieved
Asexual!Zevran curling into himself with a sleepy groan when the Warden yanked the covers off their bed in the morning, hair unbraided and splayed wild over his pillow, brushed with brilliant gold by the sunlight streaming through the open window.
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Asexual!Morrigan’s eyes darting around at the Winter Palace, long fingers tugging the edge of her glove as she searched the crowd for the Inquisition’s brilliant red uniforms, both hoping and fearful that Leliana would recognize her gown.
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Asexual!Alistair returning to his tent after a long night watch, hoping to get a couple hours’ rest with the Warden before they had to break camp, exhausted shoulders dropping in disappointment when he found the dog sprawled out on top of his bedroll with the Warden’s arms curled about its neck; too tired to do anything else, he quietly shoves boots and armor aside to clear a space on their other side just barely large enough for him to lay down.
for the three sentence thingy: jasper and dorian, “falling up”
some days, even breathing is a task, with the way the entire world crowds thick and heavy against jasper until he can’t think clearly enough to string stray letters into words, much less make the leap to verbal speech to ask for help. he reaches instead to his magic, tugging at the veil until its a comforting pressure holding the shape of a fox, and makes his way through the now-cavernous stone halls to skyhold’s library. dorian never asks questions when he gets like this, only leans back in his chair to make more room in his lap while he reads, absently stroking his curled fingers behind jasper’s ears until the world sets itself back in order
u know ahndraas is gay bc from the moment he woke up after the conclave he was only ever serious and diplomatic but the second he meets dorian its straight to flirting and “all this for me? and here i didnt get alexius anything”
