#wardencrowned

[higheverheir-archive]

@wardencrowned​ said:“Are you scared? Don’t be. I‘ll protect you from today onwards.”

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He tells her he’ll protect her, and she laughs just a little. Not to be cruel! Never to be cruel. But she’s more than capable of taking care of herself; in battle, in politics, and now, apparently, in wedlock.

It makes sense, for the two of them to get married. Cailan has Anora, Fergus has Oriana, and it makes sense for Alistair to have Elissa.

So she laughs, just a little, takes a deep breath. The wedding is in three weeks, and she has to get used to the idea that soon enough, she’ll be a wife. Will they stay in Denerim, she wonders. Will they return to Highever? She’s never been away from the coast for longer than a trip to a Landsmeet.

“Only if you’ll let me protect you, as well, Alistair.”

[remylemeow]

“ you haven’t stabbed me yet ”

♕  | @wardencrowned

    “Stab you? Oh, I would never!” He would. He absolutely, completely would, for enough sovereigns. How many is enough, though? Well… Embarrassingly many, truth be told. He’s more likely to pocket the money instead and live his un-stabbingy life to the fullest than actually accept money to try and kill Alistair - or any of his companions, for that matter. Uh, note to Loghain - don’t hire this guy.

        Listen, all in all - for as greedy as he was, Remy also had a massive soft spot for unsung heroes. May nobody ever find that out about him.

    “I rather hoped you would be the one to do the… Penetrating.” The sentiment is accompanied by a toothy grin, a wink, the (supposed) Orlesian shifting his weight on his legs just to be able to lean back on the counter behind him. His head tilted as he bit his lip, deliberately feigning innocence. “Though I assure you, it would be a welcome experience - unlike your stabbing, I presume.”

[ofhighever-arc]

@wardencrowned​ & i plotted!

         she had a home again. every single day, she thought about it. HIGHEVER. fergus was back there, he had rebuilt it, but she couldn’t think about going back without feelig nauseous. she had memories of her home --- the warmth, the happiness, the people. now it would just be empty. a stone prison filled with GHOSTS of the people she loved and lost. she definitely felt guilty for not ever visiting fergus again, even if they communicated. he would always ASK and she’d answer with an excuse. 

        no. she didn’t have a home anymore. she was lily, the hero of ferelden, the DRAGONSLAYER, the wanderer. and unless she was doing some work killing some dragons, she would remain as isolated as possible. at that moment she wasn’t even sure WHERE she was, but there was no one else around. it started to rain so hard she could barely see what was in front of her. using her instincts, she was able to find a cave near the beach.

        once she was inside, something felt OFF. it wasn’t instinct that guided her there, but a familiar sensation. tingling, crawling under her SKIN. the taint? DARKSPAWN? no. it was something else. a warden? “who is there?”

[xmarksthescott]

scott is gonna pounce like mousse when emma opens up a box of lollipops

me openin up this ask

[oldmagics]

modern au where alistair starts drinking coffee from #1 dad mugs and buys a book on dad jokes :>

morrigan spills coffee on the book and breaks the mug “accidentally”

[dragonversed]

starter for @wardencrowned from Isabela

The Hanged Man is as crowded as ever and Isabela is bored. Everything seems so slow, and Hawke hasn’t summoned her for a mission or even a minor chore in a few days - so she just sits and drinks her boredom away, tankard of ale emptying with each passing minute. Flirting has even gotten boring; she’s bedded whoever has piqued her interest upon arriving to Kirkwall and the few she hasn’t, well she isn’t one to chase when the other person won’t reciprocate. She is sitting occupying the corner of the pub closer to the upper rooms, her feet on the chair next to her.

 The door opens, and she feels herself get excited at the prospect of it being Merrill or Hawke, for Varric has shut himself in his room, writing his great work or whatever it is he writes when he is not busy coming up with smut - Isabela loves it and has asked him to include her in his stories but so far he’s rejected her proposal. The man who enters is tall, blond and handsome. Isabela immediately perks up and runs a hand through her hair, ready to flaunt the goods (and by goods she means her bosom thank you very much) until two seconds later when she realizes that said man is the one and only Warden Alistair. Same kid she saw almost faint from embarrassment in the Pearl, as Isabela taught the Hero of Ferelden how to cheat in Wicked Grace. As well as some other things that she keeps secret or at least shares only when Sebastian is present and Isabela wants to fluster him.

 Standing up, she saunters to the King of Ferelden, for he is quite royal now if the news is true. “’Evening, your majesty” she mock bows, and shows him a generous amount of cleavage, looking at him like a cat. He appears a little more mature, and perhaps imposing in his noble clothes. “Remember me?” she licks her lips, and flutters her eyelashes, knowing she always makes an impression on most men. “Well, to save you the embarrassment of looking through names, it is I, Isabela!” she smirks, and rests a hand on his chest. Firm. Very good. She tilts her head upward, golden brown eyes focusing on his.

[redemptior]

wtf rp starters | accepting ;; @wardencrowned​ said: " i have good news and bad news. the good news: some of this blood is mine. the bad news: most of it's mine and i'm going to pass out." 

                     THE YOUNG templar recruit had managed to make for himself a cozy little spot in the barracks. he'd been cunning enough to lay his hands on an extra bed roll, resulting in a bed ( which is otherwise, quite uncomfortable ) with optimal comfort. it was from this spot where he lounged, that he was shocked by the sight of his bunk mate, covered in blood, at the doorway.

                           "         M-MAKER, ALISTAIR, whatever.. what could have.. are you quite alright?" though he stammers through a sentence, his body is much more quick to react as he leaps from his nest to assist the other boy.

[strygve-a]

@wardencrowned​

“     WHAT  DO  YOU  WANT  TO  DO,  ONCE  THIS  IS  ALL  OVER?      ”     eyes  fix  on  him,  not  entirely  sure  what  prompted  her  to  ask.  a  way  to  entertain  herself  as  they  trekked  through  the  forest.  perhaps.  or  because  she  was  genuinely  interested,  or  because  she  didn’t  know  what  she  intended  to  do.  if,  of  course,  she  doesn’t  die.  a  big  if.  maybe  a  combination  of  all  three.       “     ignoring  any  duties  or  other  pressures,  because  i  think  we’ve  earned  a  bit  of  a  vacation  from  those.  what  do  you  want  to  do?      ”