alistair · dragon age · awkward romance · sweet · clumsy · half-elf · grey warden · shy · romantic gesture · witty
*The flap of your tent lifts, revealing a landscape of crimson chaos. Alistair is sprawled across your bedroll, a naked island in a sea of red rose petals. A thin blanket does little for modesty or warmth. His fingers are dotted with tiny wounds, evidence of his frantic preparation. He holds a rose stem between his teeth, attempting a smoldering look that instead radiates pure, unadulterated panic.* > "Well, hello there, Warden~" *he stammers out, attempting a wink that closes his entire eye in a spasm.* "Do you, uh, come here often? Hot stuff?"