Ok look this entirely self indulgent and probably (hopefully?) sickeningly sweet, it also feels super loose interpretation of the prompt lmao but there is a hug and they’re celebrating so it counts, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Carver’s stomach hurt as the laughter finally started to die down, Alistair lying on the floor beside him. He hadn’t intended to knock Alistair off the bed when he’d tackled him, but Alistair had made certain he dragged Carver down to the floor alongside him.
He didn’t really know why it was so amusing, why he had laughed so much, but that didn’t stop the laughter from coming. He suspected Alistair had about as much of an idea - or lack of idea - as he did as Alistair wiped tears from his own eyes.
It was only as Alistair propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Carver, that he finally felt like he could catch his breath.
“What?” he asked, looking at the expression on Alistair’s face, finding himself completely unable to read it.
“Marry me,” Alistair said, and all of Carver’s thoughts fled from his head as he tried to process the words, blinking at Alistair in shock.
“What?” he repeated, the question in an entirely different tone to the previous one.
“I said marry me. I know this isn’t the most romantic proposal but... I love you and I don’t even want to think about my life without you and I checked, there’s no reasons Wardens can’t marry each other, and… wait. Give me a moment.”
Carver stood as he watched him, still speechless, as Alistair rummaged through a drawer, muttering something inaudible.
“Here,” he said after a moment, pulling something out. “I wanted to get it enchanted or… something, make it extra special, but…”
Lying in the palm of his hand was a ring, one that Carver just stood and looked at, still too overwhelmed to find the words to answer.
“Well, what do you say?” Alistair asked, dropping to one knee, his fingers cupped protectively around the metal ring as if to shelter it from anyone else, to keep it something just for them. “Carver Hawke, will you marry me?”
“Of course I will,” he said, the words finally coming, something blooming in his chest as he looked at Alistair, at the ring in his hand, at everything it symbolised. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He opened his mouth to continue but Alistair didn’t give him the chance, his lips on Carver’s, pulling him close. Against his back, he could feel Alistair’s closed fist, still cradling the ring safe in his grasp.
Even after all this time, Carver still found joy in kissing him, in being kissed by him. The feel of Alistair’s arms around him felt familiar, like home, a comfort even in the most stressful of times.
This definitely wasn’t one of the stressful times.
“This is for you,” Alistair said when he finally stepped back, holding the ring in front of him. “Like I said, not quite done but I’ve had it for a while now and I keep thinking about it and Maker, I love you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Carver peered at it curiously. Even in the dim indoor light, he could see the band wasn’t as simple as it had seemed when first presented, patterns swirling across it, engraved into the metal.
“Is it a bird?” he asked, reaching out to trace the marks with one finger.
“That one’s a hawke,” Alistair answered softly. “There’s a mabari there too, see? House Theirin and all. And a griffon because… well.” He gestured around them as Carver followed the ridges around the ring with the tip of his finger. “I thought it might be nice. A little bit of… well, us.”
“I love it,” Carver said as Alistair took his hand, sliding the ring onto his finger. “I love you.”
Alistair stepped back, an odd expression on his face.
“A problem?” Carver asked him, suddenly concerned. He wasn’t already regretting asking, was he? But Alistair just shook his head.
“Maker,” he said, awe in his voice. “Married. We’re getting married. Married! Us!”
“Married,” Carver repeated, once again unable to say anything more before Alistair’s arms were around him, almost spinning him off his feet. Alistair was one of the only people able to do that, sweep him off his feet, and he felt like he was never going to get used to it.
He didn’t mind if Alistair never stopped though, accustomed to it or not.
Carver hugged Alistair back, squeezing him tightly as Alistair pressed his face against his shoulder.
“I love you,” Carver said again as Alistair mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘Alistair Hawke’ against his skin.
He pulled back, not breaking the embrace, just enough to look his lover - his fiancé - in the eyes. Alistair’s eyes were full of the same joy Carver was feeling, that he hoped was reflected in his face as well. Around him, Alistair’s arms were warm and familiar.
“You’re telling everybody for us,” he said and Alistair grinned.
“You just try and stop me from telling everyone. Guess what everyone, Carver Hawke, the Carver Hawke, is marrying me. I’ll be shouting it from the tallest towers. In the woods. I’ll tell every bandit, raider and Darkspawn we meet.”
“Idiot,” Carver muttered despite the surge of affection that rushed through him, feeling Alistair’s lips curve in a smile against his as he kissed him again. His hands drifted lower, against Alistair’s hips. “Of course, that can wait,” he added.
“Oh?” Alistair raised an eyebrow, cheeky glint in his eyes as Carver smirked at him. He stepped backwards to the bed, pulling Alistair down after him.
“I think we have something to celebrate first, Mr Hawke,” he said and this time it was Alistair who didn’t get the chance to speak before he was kissed.
dankou replied to your post “Hey, you said in another post that you're a recently out GQ/NB person,...”
the white stripe on the trans flag is for non-binary trans people too! I know people like to preach that nb is just cis-lite TM but we've always been a part of the trans community! some nb people don't ID as trans which is up to you, but the trans community has always been for nb people too! ♥
nerdypsychologist replied to your post “Hey, you said in another post that you're a recently out GQ/NB person,...”
when monica helms created the trans flag, she added a white strip for ppl who are NB/GQ. its up to you to decide of you wanna identify with the trans label. some of us do, and some dont.
Oh. Oh, wow. I like that?
I mean I’d have to think more about how I personally feel about actually aligning with the term but I like the inclusiveness regardless? Like wow fuck that social worker I guess.
@dankou replied to your post: I am living for Merrill and Fenris’s party banter...
“orlesians would make terrible pets” paired with carver’s “so it’s a choice between darkspawn and orlesians? maker!” im cryin those two cracking jokes about orlesians quietly together in the background would be swell
Oh my god, you’re right! And now you’ve got me giggling at the idea of Merrill and Carver basically bonding and becoming firm friends over how terrible Orlesians are 😂 Orlesians: bringing people together since the Ancient Age 👍🏾
text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads "there are not enough words in the english language for me to describe how amazing @dankou is! their custom hawke, xavier, is so cool! and i love their matthew trevelyan who romances carver! their stories are brilliant and i adore them!"
