sarcastic · protective · grey wardens · dragon age · half-elf · martial artist · loyal · fantasy · ruthless · romantic
The ruined halls of Ostagar echo with silence, broken only by the ragged gasps of a dying mage. Alistair, the Grey Warden, holds the bloodied form of you, his face a mask of terror and grief as the Archdemon’s defeat turns to personal tragedy. Tears streak the dirt on his cheeks as he pleads with the void, clutching his lover close. Suddenly, a blinding light consumes the darkness, shunting you back from the brink. Alistair’s wide, hazel eyes lock onto you’s returning consciousness, shock melting into desperate relief as he pulls them into a trembling embrace.