#oops affection

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❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

It was late, and the day’s revelries had drawn to a close by the time they finally had a moment to sit down. They leaned against each other on the couch. Highever Castle was quiet, finally.

The party had been...exhausting. Enjoyable, of course! But exhausting. It had been years since Alistair had let himself be anything other than just another Grey Warden; he couldn’t remember the last party or celebration he had attended.

Sheena was saying something to him, and Alistair had no idea what it was, but he hummed a lazy, “Mmhmmmm,” regardless.

He was pretty sure she laughed, and he managed a quiet huff of a chuckle. He supposed he must have fallen asleep against her shoulder after that, since he didn’t remember much else.

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send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

The most recent trip to Weisshaupt had been uneventful. Alistair’s return to Skyhold was less so, as he happened to arrive during a thunderstorm, and his horse was having none of it.

“Vera--Vera, come on...”

The mare dug in her hooves and refused to move, until there was another crack of thunder. She reared, fore hooves pawing at the air. Alistair threw himself out of the way just in time to avoid having his nose taken off. In his efforts to avoid getting mauled by his horse, he crashed right into the Commander.

Vera’s hooves landed back on the ground with a thud and she bolted towards the stable.

“Well. At least she knows where she’s going,” Alistair mused dryly as he picked himself up. “Hi, Commander.” He offered him a hand up. “Sorry about that.”

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He was on the way to the stable. It wasn’t raining too badly yet, and he wanted to get everything out of the way before it inevitably started to pour. His mind was elsewhere, so he didn’t even notice the Inquisitor.

“You’re grace--”

Conall’s warning came to late, and a moment later Alistair stepped on a patch of rain-slicked grass and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground. It probably would have been funnier if he hadn’t crashed right into the Inquisitor. Maybe the Maker had a sense of humor.

He blinked at her. “Fancy meeting you here,” he observed, and then pushed himself to his feet and offered a hand down to her.

His bodyguard was shaking his head in exasperation a few feet away.

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❥ platonic cuddles y/y?

❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch at camp

They were laughing as they stumbled out of the ruins, leaning on each other both from exhaustion and because they kept bursting into hysterics.

Eventually, they made it back to camp without incident, and they stayed on their feet long enough to get the fire going before they collapsed into a pile of limbs.

There was silence for a few moments, until Alistair mumbled, “Can we not do that again?”

When there was no answer, he looked down, and he smiled crookedly when he found El asleep, curled up against his side.

Well, if you can’t beat them, join them. He stretched out to drag his pack over and leaned back with the pack as a pillow.

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❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

They agreed a lot of the time. It was remarkable, honestly.  But it was only ‘a lot’ of the time. Not all the time.

How long the argument went on for was unclear. They both paced every inch of the study, and at some point they wound up splitting a bottle of wine (because if they didn’t split it, Alistair would likely just drink it himself) on the couch as the debate continued.

Eventually, the debate came to a halt. Not because someone won, but because sleeping people were very bad at arguing a point.

When it had been quiet for a suspiciously long time, the study door cracked open and Conall peered in. And there they were, fast asleep. Macha was curled against the back of the couch, and at some point Alistair had tipped sideways, his head resting against Macha’s knee.

With a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes, Conall strode into the room, grabbing the king’s cloak as he did. He tossed the cloak over Alistair, grabbed the blanket from the arm of the couch, and draped it over Macha before he left the study again.

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△ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

Alistair stepped into the closet, glancing over the highest shelves. “What was it you said you were after?”

As Diana stepped into the closet to point it out, a maid came bustling by, harried and hurried. With an irritated noise, she slammed what seemed to be a needlessly open closet shut as she hastened by.

Inside, the closet was plunged into darkness. With an incredulous laugh, Alistair turned to open the door. He very quickly stopped laughing when the knob didn’t turn.

“...You have got to be kidding me.” He tested the knob again, and when it still refused to budge, he let his forehead thunk against the door.

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△ if you make me giggle you get an A+

“So.” Alistair leaned his shoulder against the door, which had rather stubbornly refused to open. “I don’t want to tell you how to do your job or anything--Maker knows I can’t do it--but weren’t we supposed to be making our way to the main hall?” He gestured around to the room, though he used that term loosely, they currently found themselves in, and mostly succeeded in accidentally smacking his hand against a shelf. He shook his hand out until his fingers stopped tingling. “It’s a bit dark in here, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t the main hall.”

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❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch - willtherebegryiffions

Being a Warden-Commander meant work. Reports and paperwork. So Alistair had pushed Sheenah down onto a couch, handed her a fistful of pages, and said, “Look over these,” before he dropped down next to her with his own pile of work.

Evidently, after ten years roaming the wilderness, she had fallen out of the paperwork habit. It wasn’t long before a few pages fluttered to the floor and Alistair felt a weight settle against his shoulder. He looked down at her, more-or-less unperturbed at being used as a pillow.

“You’re very helpful,” Alistair informed her, and he shifted to free his arm, so she wound up sliding down to rest against his leg.

Alistair set his papers against her hip as he finished reading them.