ARDENTLY.

[ win ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something. [ brush ]  –  for the sender’s muse to give the receiver’s muse a passing touch along the shoulder’s / back as they walk by. [ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ passing confidence ]  –  for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. [ intertwine ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. [ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. [ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand. [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand. [ reassure ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly. [ squeeze ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hands on the receiver’s shoulders from behind, and offer a reassuring / affirming squeeze before moving on. [ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort. [ rub ]  –  for the sender muse to rub up and down the receiver’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. [ hug ]  –  for the sender’s muse to drag the receiver’s muse into a tight hug by the back of the neck, and play with their hair at the base of their neck in order to comfort them. [ shock ]  –  for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. [ cup ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. [ hair ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. [ cup & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss. [ what a rush ]  –  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” [ no tears ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs. [ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance. [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. [ nononono! ]  –  for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. [ acceptance ]  –  for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.

During the entirety of Dragon Age: Origins, it’s canon that Sascha does not engage in any romantic relationships whatsoever. Instead, she harbours unrequited feelings for one of her companions—originally Alistair, in the default world state, but for shipping reasons this can easily be swapped out for whoever.

The lack of romance in Sascha’s life is not by accident. She knows she is on a timeline and simply does not have the time nor the bandwidth to be able to give her love interest the time and care that she would prefer to give to them. Instead, her attention is wholly bound to the blight and how to end it.

It comes in handy when the Warden makes the ultimate sacrifice and dies at the hands of the dark ritual and arch demon. There’s no relationship that has come to a tragic end—everyone goes their own way and lives their lives, and that’s that.

“ he did deserve death, and you know it, @inbrunstig! ” it's not often she agrees with alistair anymore — their fighting took a turn for the worst a month or so ago, and the landsmeet effectively destroyed any affection they held delicately between their hands; but when he scoffed at riordan wanting to make loghain a grey warden, la'harya had with him. it's sascha she normally finds common ground with, it's sascha who she leans on in these times of disgrace, when her magic is so out of control and her rage unchecked and her heart desperate for something — anything other than the crippling ache that it beats with.

but sascha is wrong this time, and it's not just the red behind her eyes coloring her decisions. loghain deserved nothing, he was nothing, and if sascha couldn't see that, la'harya would make her see it. “ you think he would repent? you think there would be a sorrow in his mind eventually? he saw a justness in what he did at ostagar, and what he did afterward, there would be no regret! ” they're yelling back and forth, and she's sure that even with their group ahead of them, the dead in lothering could hear them. it steels her for this conversation. “ where do you think the money would come from to house him in that prison cell, to rot? where do you think the people of denerim would pull from? because i sure as shit know that it would be from the coin he pocketed from selling his elves! at least now that money can go back to the alienage. or do you think the poor souls stuck in tevinter would want their sale money going towards him still? ”

She felt fear. Not fear of La'harya: fear for her, of what was to come. Of what had become of her. They bore the same scars, shared the deep grief of who they had been before it all. And now they argued in front of everyone, over what could be called right or wrong.

"I don't care!" Sascha yelled emphatically, voice raw with the emotion of it all, of a year fighting by her side. "You have given him the benefit of mercy! His death was a mercy for him, an easy way out! When did he ever show mercy to his people, or to us?" She couldn't help but remember the day that had truly begun it all, this journey across Ferelden with nothing but themselves: seeing the throes of dead wardens on the ground at Ostagar, and leaving with no one but the three of them, all because of one man.