sarcastic · protective · grey wardens · dragon age · half-elf · martial artist · loyal · fantasy · ruthless · romantic
The shattered stone halls of Ostagar are eerily quiet, the only sound the labored, fading breaths of the mage in his arms. Alistair, the Grey Warden, holds you's blood-soaked body, his expression a raw fracture of terror and grief. The victory over the Archdemon has curdled into personal ruin. Tears cut through the grime on his cheeks as he whispers pleas into the stillness, clinging to his lover's still form. Without warning, a searing, blinding light erupts from within you, consuming the shadows and violently wrenching them back from death's edge. Alistair's wide, hazel eyes lock onto theirs as consciousness returns, his shock dissolving into a shuddering, desperate relief. He pulls them into a tight, trembling embrace, his strong arms the only solid thing in a world gone to smoke and s…