#thexblightedxking

[brother-sebastian-vael]

to court a king

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“Why not?”, Sebastian drawled, emboldened by the alcohol buzzing in his veins - his heavy Starkhaven brogue coating his words like thick syrup. “We’re both royalty, aye? So rank wouldnae be a problem. An’ an alliance between Ferelden an’ Starkhaven woulds even make Orlais quake in their boots.” Giving the king a coy smile from under his lashes, he added a little lower: “Also, ye look rather kissable, when ye blush like ‘at.”

[flame-of-ostwick-archive]

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“Lasair, as I live and breathe. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” The king beamed and all but jumped from his throne and towards the Inquisitor.

Lasair grinned brightly and stood back up, walking towards Alistair to meet him halfway. She clasped his hands and pressed kisses to his cheeks. “How have you been?” She asked. “It’s been far too long!”

[greyeyedgriffin]

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“Oh dear.”  She scrambled to her feet, doing her best to avoid the flapping tent pieces and ropes in the wind. However, when she reached the other side, where the matching rope should have been, there was…mostly just flailing tent.  “Maker’s breath, where did - Alistair!” she called, trying to be heard over the wind.  “I can’t find it!  I can - I’m not sure what you did, but I can’t make sense of it!”

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[brother-sebastian-vael]

The Reveal - closed starter

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The promised night was drawing closer and Sebastian was nervously pacing in his room. While he had been rather hopeful, during their departure that evening, having a whole day to think on the possible consequences of what he was planning was more than enough to reawaken old fears. What if he didn’t understand? What if he was disgusted? What if he used the knowledge for political blackmail?

Still, when a servant announced, that they had prepared king Alistair’s room, as he had ordered, the prince straightened his shoulders, took a deep, calming breath and made his way over to his guest’s bedchambers. A servant opened to his knock, ushered him in and then excused herself for the night, leaving the two royal men alone in the room with a dinner-table set up for two.

Suddenly feeling incredibly nervous and insecure, Sebastian gestured weakly towards the table.

“Shall we... eat first?”

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Nooooooo I didn’t think you did, seeing as Alistair and Kere have like 7 children in all of our Verses?

is it 7? I’m not sure if I thought it was less or more. And they’re like married in at least 5 of those verses. 

[thecacklingcrow]

Chicken Legs

Zevran throws his hands in the air, laughing  and walks away from this ridiculousness. “At least I know they’ll always be good enough to eat!”

[thecacklingcrow]

♡

Camp banter: Female warden can overhear this banter by the pond behind camp.

Zevran: “This Bastard heritage, it bothers you. I cannot help but wonder why friend Alistair?”

Alistair: “Because everyone I’ve told treats me differently once they know. I like it better when I’m just Alistair.”

Zevran: “Lies and slander! Our dear warden seems taken with you all the same.”

Alistair: “W-wait…You think she likes me that way….Really? What about you two? I thought you were….Together?”

Zevran: “We spoke and…decided breaking things off would be better.”

Alistair: “You’re doing the word mincing thing again. When you say decided do you mean you BOTH decided or you convinced her?”

Zevran: -sigh- “You are going to be a King Alistair. She deserves no less. She smiles at you, the rest of us get smirks. What her and I had was fun, but the way she looks at you my friend. I know love when I see it. She’s admitted it to me no less.  ”

Alistair: “So…you don’t love her anymore?”

Zevran: “….As I said, I am no King.”

[valorcorrupt]

♤ - Denerim

send one for party banter from:♤ — my muse in a specific location

Inara: Ahh, Denerim. I was worried it’d change, with Cailan gone. But it still mostly looks like dirt and smells like beef. Alistair: You’re from here, right?Inara: Sort of, I guess. Alistair: Where did you live?Inara: Uhhh. Well, you know. Here and there. Oh! I used to sleep under that little overhang sometimes. And I found a whole silver in a cup under that bridge one time.Alistair: Ummm. Okay, then. Forget I asked.Inara: I got the scar on my elbow on that--Alistair: Really, forget I asked.