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heroofshield · 4 years

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OTPtober Days 2 & 3; Angry & Back to Back (DA:O & ME:A)

Catching up from yesterday and today’s prompts.

Day 2: Angry (DA:O)

“Why didn’t you just say something when we were at Redcliffe?!” Rose Cousland shouted at her boyfriend, Alistair Theirin.

“Because I knew how you’d react!” Alistair shot back, letting out a sigh of frustration while running a hand through his hair. “How you’re reacting now is why I didn’t tell you I’m related to Calian.”

“I’m reacting this way because you didn’t tell me! I had to find out from Leliana.” Rose abruptly turned towards the coat rack. “We’ll finish this later.”

Not waiting for a response, she grabbed her jacket and stomped towards the door, all but slamming it shut. Shoving her arms in, Rose didn’t bother zipping up as she stalked down the street. It was dark out, although since it was October it got dark out earlier and earlier, but it wasn’t so cold out that people were staying indoors. Weaving her way around laughing couples, Rose headed towards Zevran’s place, knowing that the tavern would be busy and she could mull everything over drinks.

The Third Rail was busy, as it usually was this time of night, but Rose didn’t have any problem getting a seat at the bar. Taking off her jacket she noticed that more than a few off-duty Wardens were unwinding over a beer or two, and smiled to herself. “Seems that Zev’s is becoming the de facto Warden hangout.” she thought to herself while spotting her friend emerging from the backroom with a stack of clean glasses.

“Surprised to see you tonight, my friend.” Zevran said as he approached Rose, putting down the glasses and noticing that she was alone. Rose hardly came into the tavern by herself, usually with one of their friends or a few wardens “Your usual?”

“Please.” Rose watched as Zevran got a glass and moved towards the draft pulls. Filling the glass with the amber liquid he then set it in front of his friend. “Thanks.”

“Is Alistair on his way to join you? Or did he get called out on assignment?”

Rose frowned at the mention of Alistair’s name, “He’s at home. Being a jerk.”

“I do not mean to pry, but if you want to talk you know I have a good ear.”

Rose smiled as she took a drink of her beer and shook her head, “Thanks but I just needed some time to cool off.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

Three drinks later, Rose was on her way back to the townhouse they shared, hands in her coat pockets and the cold air sobering her up. She knew that Alistair had every right to hide that he was related to the Royal Family, but at the same time the fact that he’d kept it a secret for so long is what bothered her. Turning the corner to their street, she looked to where their door was to see it open and someone step out.

Picking up her pace, she arrived in time to see Alistair reach the sidewalk and turn towards her. “Alistair?”

Alistair looked up and saw Rose not far from him. “It was late and I wasn’t sure where you were. Thought I’d go look for you.” he shrugged, his face heating up for feeling like that. Rose was a warden and he knew from travelling together for so long that she was more than capable of defending herself.

“I was at Zev’s.”

“Oh. Well...that’s good.” Alistair finished lamely, knowing that they needed to finish the conversation but at the same time not knowing how to bring it up.

Rose scuffed the toe of her boots against the cement as she let out a puff of air into the cold, watching it cloud above them. “You were right to not tell me about...what you told me.” she said, breaking the silence between them. “I get not wanting people to judge you because of your background or be friends with you only because of it. And-”

“It’s okay.” Alistair interrupted. “I should have told you when we were in Redcliffe, not waiting until now to say something. Why don’t we finish this inside? It’s a bit cold to have a big discussion outside.”

Rose smiled, “Inside’s good.”

Alistair stepped to the side to let Rose go first. Walking up the steps he knew that things between them were going to be alright.

Day 3: Back to Back (ME:A)

“Look out!”

Anna Ryder turned to see the Outcast agent barreling towards her. Powering up her biotics, she used them to speed away quickly in a blur of blue and white. Stopping on the other side of the firefight, she didn’t look to see if the Outcast had changed direction because more suddenly appeared.

“So much for a simple supply run.” she said, pulling out her knife and throwing it towards the nearest target.

“This is Kadara. Nothing here’s simple.” Reyes laughed as he aimed and took out a few Outcasts at the same time. Priming a grenade he threw it and dove for cover.

Anna saw Reyes throw something and her Alliance training took over, diving for the nearest thing that could be used as cover. Almost as soon as she’d landed behind a large rock, she felt the reverb of the explosion through the ground. Peeking up over the boulder, she saw the hole that the explosion the grenade had created, more than a few bodies not moving around it.

“Reyes!” she shouted as bullets chipped the rock in front of her.

“On your right!” Reyes replied, taking out his pistol and getting a few shots off. Unfortunately they only glanced off the armor of the remaining Outcasts and he knew he needed to move, his position compromised.

Scrambling to his feet, Reyes bolted towards the middle of the firefight. Seeing movement out of his periphery, he swung in that direction to see that Ryder was closing in.

“Behind you Reyes!” Anna shouted, seeing the tall Outcast suddenly appear and returning the favor from earlier. Rapidly slowing to a stop, she raised her rifle and squeezed off two shots.

The first one sparked off the shield, but the second one managed to get through and buried itself in the gap between the breastplate and helmet.

Turning around in time to see him fall, Reyes had never been more glad that Ryder had wanted to come along on the run. “Owe you one.” he quipped as he raised his pistol to eject the empty clip and put in a new one.

Anna smiled and turned around so that they were back to back, each facing the remaining Outcasts. “I’ll cash it in once we get back to the port.”

Reloading her rifle she asked, “You ready?”

“With you? Always.”

#otptober #dragon age #me:a #mass effect #alistair/warden #reyes/ryder #rose cousland #alistair theirin #reyes vidal #annabel ryder

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swoopingxisbad · 5 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Alistair Theirin PRONUNCIATION. (al) (is) (stair) NICKNAME. None GENDER. Cis men HEIGHT. 6′1 AGE. about mid 30s as king ZODIAC. unknown SPOKEN LANGUAGES. comon

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. brown EYE COLOR. chocolate SKIN TONE. tan BODY TYPE. lean with muscles ACCENT. British accent, or Ferelden DOMINANT HAND. right-handed. POSTURE. Pretty average. SCARS. Down his back and some on his arms from battle TATTOOS. none, maybe a warden one BIRTHMARKS. none MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). his smile

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Denrim HOMETOWN. Denrim BIRTH WEIGHT. 6 pounds, 11 ounces BIRTH HEIGHT. 18 in MANNER OF BIRTH. natural birth FIRST WORDS. Unknown SIBLINGS. two siblings Goldanna and Calian PARENTS. Maric (father), Fiona (mother) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. bastard son to King Maric and a slave girl. barely knew either because he lived in the chantry when he was younger.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Grey Warden or King CURRENT RESIDENCE. Denrim CLOSE FRIENDS. depending on the verse RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single FINANCIAL STATUS. king of Ferelden so well DRIVER’S LICENSE. No CRIMINAL RECORD. yes? VICES. Hastiness, moodiness, stubbornness

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. usually straight but can be bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO. pretty high TURN ON’S. intelligence, kindness, empathy TURN OFF’S. being too self centered LOVE LANGUAGE. physical touch and quality time RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he wants to be with someone who is also his best friend. he doesn’t view sex as an essential part of a relationship. A nice part, sure, but not essential.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. I wouldn’t call them theme songs, but this cover of World Domination How To reminds me of her HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. reading, playing chest or spending time in the wilderness MENTAL ILLNESSES. none that he knows of PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. None. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. does he have one? lol right brained PHOBIAS. losing himself or loved ones SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. tends to belittle himself VULNERABILITIES. Emotions, fear in particular

TAGGED BY: Stolen from @lathal

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do it

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poweredbycoffeeandwine · 5 years

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12 Days of Christmas (9/12)

I set this day aside for me. I have been plotting this pairing for a while now, and I am still unsure about how often I will write this pairing. (or if ever again) Well, here goes nothing. My mystery pairing and a Christmas party.

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Aiming too High - Tigraine Cousland x Alistair Theirin - Dragon Age AU - Fluffy goodness - 1,907 words

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It wasn’t the first time he’d thought it would have been best for him to remain an unwanted orphan. Getting pulled into the glitzy, glamorous world of Maric Theirin, his father and King of Ferelden, had marvelous opportunity; but, the moments like this left a bad taste in his mouth. Here he was, dressed up in fine clothing and being fawned over by vapid lords and ladies, yet all he could think about was how the money spent to make his attire could have gone to fund repairs in the alienage, and how much food these nobles would waste tonight. The whispers might be right after all, ‘You could take the boy out of the stable, but you couldn’t take the stable out of the boy.’

Sure, he had fine manners and a proper education, Maric had seen to that; but, he would never be able to turn a blind eye to the injustice and suffering of others. His lot was not much different once, he was only where he was now due to an accident of birth. After Queen Rowan passed, his life changed drastically. Her dying command was for his elevation. She convinced her husband and brother that no child should be misused as he had been. A shame he would never get to thank her properly, it would have been nice to have a mother.

It had been years since that day, and while he still had no intentions on the throne, he hoped to make changes for the better. Prayed that Calian would see him as competent, and able advisor, he’d do a better job than Eamon. That man was severely out of touch with reality, couldn’t understand those oppressed. Alistair Theirin may be a Prince of Ferelden now, but he had once been less than nothing. He would never forget his beginnings, those who noticed him when he had not been worth their time.

The bard continued to play beautiful music to accompany the King’s Firstfall Masquerade Celebration. Decorations and ladies alike twinkled, catching the light from torches burning in the Great Hall. He had done his duty and danced with every eligible, but not too important, daughter Maric lined up for him. He was charming, delightful, and bored out of his mind. Nathaniel Howe teased kindly about his father wielding him like a marriageable conquest before he too was shoved onto the dance floor by his mother.

He was in the middle of a turn on the floor with Mistress Somebody-or-Other from the Bann of Elsewhere when it happened. He’d waited all night for Teyrn Cousland and his family to be announced, though he had attempted to not seem too obvious. Calian needled him about his supposed obsession with Tigraine Cousland. He denied it emphatically because a union with her was aiming too high for the bastard son of the king, but he would never pass up an chance to spend time with her.

The only daughter of Bryce Cousland had been wild, impetuous, untamable, and she befriended a stable boy, damn the gossip. Their last meeting had been at least three years ago now, and he’d read every book, seen every play she mentioned. He was ready to compare notes and listen to everything she had to offer. If he could make her laugh, he would consider this night to be a success.

He tried his hardest to steer his partner in the direction of the entrance, but she would not have it. As frequently as she mentioned how dashing Calian looked, he wished he could waltz her in his direction and be done with her. With each movement he searched for his friend, she would be 19 or so now, her hair was dark, her eyes a sunlight forest, but he could not place her anywhere in the crowd. The song ended, he led Lady Calian-Worshiper back to her entourage. He thanked her for the dance, hardly waited for her response, before turning and wading through the throng of people.

She wasn’t anywhere in sight. The Maker damn his luck, she was likely already hiding in a library or out in the garden despite the cold already setting in. She wasn’t one for parties, hated the attention she garnered just for being the daughter of a Teyrn.

He made ready to depart, to search for her until morning if need be when a young lady stepped next to him. The bodice of her dress a deep green, shimmering gold vines spread outward, but the sleeves caused him to take a second look. Her arms looked bare, yet the green and gold leaves twinned around the sheer fabric. Her mask a golden intricate work boasting more leafs, jewels in strategic places-the corners of her eyes, along the brow line and antlers stabbing proudly upward. The lady looked like a woodland goddess. She faced the same direction as him, her full cream colored skirt brushing against his legs, scanning the crowd as if she too was looking for someone. “I believe I am next on your dance card, your Highness.”

“Why, yes, of course,” he replied coolly, inwardly cursing his delayed escape. “I would be honored to lead you in this dance.”

She took his hand delicately, and followed him out to the ballroom floor. He was still looking about, remembering his goal when the stringed instruments began a slow tune. His newest partner stifled a laugh, and for a moment he felt bad for ignoring her. “You seem to be very interested in the people of the court, your Highness. Is something the matter?”

“No, I apologize. I have such terrible manners. I was raised by dogs you know.”

“I had heard rumors, but one never can be certain with gossip.” Her voice took on a playful aire, one he was sure he’d heard before.

Taking a closer look at the maiden in his arms he looked past the gold plated mask and noticed the striking color of her eyes. Deep, glittering hazel eyes. They were full of wisdom, laughter, and looked as though they were holding a secret. He’d been staring too long, she probably suspected he was slow now, clearing his throat he focused on the lovely girl in front of him, “To be honest, my lady, I am looking for someone. A friend I have not seen in some time.”

She turned then, as if helping him seek his lost companion. Her elegant profile, coloring, the curve of her mouth all spoke of familiarity to him, but he could not place her. Surely he had encountered her at one of the King’s many gatherings, that was all. “I wonder if I could assist you? Would you tell me the name of your friend, or is it a mystery?” She smiled again giving him an overwhelming feeling that he’d seen this particular woman smile just this way.

“I am looking for Tigraine Cousland, do you know her?” he attempted, feeling himself foolish for playing along.

“Lady Cousland, surely she is hiding away. I hear she despises company.”

“I beg your pardon, but she despises nothing. It is true she cares little for extravagant showings such as this, but she is kind and generous. I was hoping to greet her before she became distracted with a large, dusty tome.”

The young lady laughed again, traced her hand from where it had been resting at his elbow up to his shoulder giving it a squeeze, “I meant no offense, your Highness. Perhaps I should let you find her before she finds another stable boy to befriend. Though I doubt she would find one so willing to defend her honor as you just did.”

“How did you...” his hands clenched at the small of her back, fingers gripping the her corset. A small part of his mind realizing he should let go, the placement unseemly, another part registering the soft feel of the satin laces.

“A friend so kind as to insist she was funny, perfect, brilliant, and more than worth the time of the first haughty boy who snubbed her. He called me “horse girl!’ Do you remember?”

“Rainie? Is it really you?” he wondered aloud, sounding more the fool than he’d even been in his life. Here he was looking for his friend, and she’d been scant inches from him for an entire dance!

“Oh, my sweet, Alistair, you haven’t changed a bit. Though you are looking quite fetching in the trappings of a royal, I much prefer you covered in straw.”

He lifted her then, spinning her in a circle, not caring for the glares and shocked gasps of the court. “Maker, you have changed so much. I didn’t even recognize you!”

The song came to an end, and Alistair hadn’t moved, still holding her closely despite her full skirts, much closer than would be proper had he been thinking clearly. He couldn’t force himself to move knowing that someone new would be waiting for him at the edge of the dance floor. “Yes, I’m a far cry from the gangly 16-year-old horse girl. Mother even got me into a proper gown. Can you believe she let me wear something so fanciful? I was sure she would pick something more...” she gestured out towards the other ladies all wearing similar, safe choices.

This time she led him off the floor, and he followed like a love struck puppy. The dress was lovely, enchanting forest goddess indeed. The small jewels sprinkled on it caught the light in the most becoming way, she looked like a fantasy come true. “Yes, that must be it,” he replied thickly swallowing the lump forming in his throat, “the dress. If you’d been in torn trousers, streaked in dirt I would have known it was you on the spot.”

She laughed, the sound just as wonderful as he remembered, and though she looked different, ashamed at his forward thoughts, more womanly, she was still the same and he was glad of it. A nearby woman coughed lightly and when she had his attention declared herself his next partner. Tigraine did not miss a beat, she removed her ornate mask, smiled kindly at the stranger and sweetly refused her, “I am sorry, but you must be mistaken. Prince Alistair is on my dance card for the remainder of the evening.”

The woman began to huff in disbelief but his companion continued, broaching no argument, “King Maric promised father I would have him to myself for the rest of the ball. I do not believe you would wish to cause the displeasure of Teyrn Cousland or His Majesty King Maric, now would you?”

Tigraine stood her ground, playing the spoiled daughter of a nobleman, looking breathtaking and the picture of innocence when the woman muttered her apologies and walked away. Once they were alone again, she giggled pressing her fingers to her upturned mouth, eyes burning with mischief, “Blessed Andraste, it looks like our evening was just freed up.”

She grabbed his hand and directed him towards the castle proper, tucking her arm securely in his while whispering plans about fetching kitchen supplies and hiding the rest of the night away in the library with just him and books for company. The only clear thought he had, as she stole his heart without knowing it, was that he would follow this woman anywhere she wanted to take him, even if he was aiming for the stars.

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