𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔡

“You will guard them and they will hate you for it. Whenever there is not a Blight actively crawling over the surface, humanity will do its best to forget how much they need you. And that's good. We need to stand apart from them, even if they have to push us away to make us do it. That is the only way we can ever make the hard decisions.”

Independent Alistair Theirin from The Dragon Age Series. Written by Invictus. Non selective. Private. Crossover and OC friendly. Writer is 21+.

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@alistheir​ asked, “ [HUSH] “

they’ve had BETTER plans, all things considered. as it was, this wasn’t the worst – but it very quickly could become it. sansa wasn’t sure why they had picked the most populated hall to try to sneak down to escape, but it was far too late to turn back now. also, impossible, considering the voices on the other side of the door.

she had a broomstick trying to lodge itself in between her ribs as she tried not to step into what she THOUGHT was simply an errant bucket. of course, they WOULD find themselves stuck in the smallest, most ridiculous closet.

“if you had just listened and we went through the courtyard, we could’ve been gone by now,” she had been whispering to him with a scowl. “we’ll be stuck in here for hou–”

sansa didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence before his finger was against her lips. mouth closed with a click of her teeth, eyes having widened to almost twice their size and cheeks flushing what would’ve been a brilliant crimson if one could see in the dark. but she relented, shutting up but throwing alistair a small glare as if to say, ‘you haven’t heard the end of this’.

Turn cloak is what they would call him before he was hanged --if they had been caught. Perhaps he deserved to join his family in whatever after life they resided in. Course, with his odds , there was probably a separate hell for bastards that couldn't follow simple directions. To which, he had cursed his unlucky stars  every moment they had left the wedding table -- Geoffrey's gagging ringing in his ears as he had pulled Sansa from her seat. To the docks was where the instructions stopped despite a mind mulling through details spoken only days prior and eyes set on a path unseen, searching to reclaim the memory, the spot that would kindle the recollection just out of reach. Instinct wasn't quite the right word for what compelled him to shove both of them in that closet but mere necessity as armored feet not so calmly strode moments behind. Each step of metal rung death, echoing off stone and filling dread in a heart pounding enough to burst. Hours... she said hours. Hysterics at the kings murder would settle in sooner than hours.

"I will do whatever it takes to get us out of here, even if it kills me. This I promise you, my lady." Came hushed words biting with frustration the moment voices and marching had subsided. Those soft blues of hers could be felt burning into him regardless of the dark shrouding them. No doubt filled with hatred that was buried and half hidden within surface level courtesy she bestowed so often -- a trait he could sympathize with. The kings guard had been noble once before Lannisters, before beating defenseless maids and protecting princes willing to starve a kingdom -- for betraying families. Any alternative was better, even little finger.

Muscles shoulders slumped partially beneath the pressing weight of golden scaled armor as a sigh that seemed to be withheld for ages emitted between slightly parted lips. He would apologize for striking her as commanded, for standing idle as she was abused. That was, if they could escape.

canon verses

V;; stableboy: period between Alistairs birth, up bringing with arl Eamon, Templar training and Duncan's intervention.

V;; origins : can occur any time within the first dragon age game. In game choices will vary depending on what is discussed ooc with partners. Generally speaking however, will default with biowares canon of Alistair being king of Fereldan and will be verse V;; tbd. Highly suggest providing your timelines of your canon when discussing this with me pls and thank.

V;; warden: this verse is used for Alistair if he remains a grey warden after the first game. Affects events of DA:2 & DA:I respectively.

V;; betrayer: similar to the above but instead, Alistair remains a drunkard in DA:2 until Bann teagan retrieves him from the hanged man and returns to Fereldan as a stable hand once more for the arl. Aids the inquisition by attending to the horses in skyhold (DA:I)

V;; Silent Grove: deals with the events of the comics and alternate media (wip)

AU

V;; kingsgaurd - (Game of Thrones): after the fall of the mad king, royal house theirin crumbled from the alliance with aerys and all but the bastard child was left to be utilized to secure titles and property of the family, only then to be groomed to become a member of the kings guard. Alistair grows up in kings landing and is roughly 17 at the start of the books.

V;; for crows - ( The Witcher ): Fereldan is the eastern half of the continent where a curse grips the land since the conjunction of the spheres, creating undead creatures controlled by an ancient unseen force. Events similar to DA:O ensue now with the help of witchers. Alistair once again becomes king but with emphyr not far behind, civil wars for power ensue.

V;; Half blood - ( ACOTAR ): wip

V;; Hunted - ( Buffy the Vampire Slayer ): (wip) after failing to become a watcher, Alistair takes matters into his own hands and decides to take the hellmouth on by himself. Trouble ensues and inevitably he is rescued by the scooby gang.

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Father was the most difficult of titles with held on shoulders made for war, scars giving an edge of what made warriors worthy to carry the worries of what burdens no innocent had to. Yet cradled in hands that calloused with ease, was a little head delicate enough to bear a crown wreathed in golden curls. A daughter that knew better than to climb trees far too tall without a chaperone. Panic wrought itself in bitter circles that feet recited, rocking the child in arms more suited to hold a shield. Soothing words were lost to him, buried beneath sarcasm and biting words meant for a court of thorns. No doubt melting that image of a strong leader as he carried her close as if she were made of glass. Hushing tones emitted interwoven with the stroking of a hand on golden locks, trying to calm wide eyes filling with tears and soft cooing of a cry now setting in.

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   Stars spun in circles behind closed eyes, enveloping vision in bright white flashes until slowly fading away with the beginnings of a throbbing head. Some where behind his ear he could feel a welt where smooth skin had connected with the not so pillow soft gravel beneath. He should have not trusted those farmers they had met in passing earlier, claiming as such -- a reward for not wearing a helmet in a fight now ended. Palms groped wide for purchase on anything solid, resting on something just behind him -- firm enough to aid into a sitting position. That something had simply retracted out of grip and for what progress was made slipped him back to lay facing the sky above, now embellished with the form of Morrigan. Golden orbs peering down with near interest --a laugh held within a gaze that always held daggers. The winch that followed was either in response to the ache now prevalent or at the idea that he had just touched the witch voluntary -- he didn't know which was worse.