Empty Space

Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body

Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest

One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room

The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly

“I thought I lost you” hugs

“Don’t go where I can’t follow!” 

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other

The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence 

The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done

I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours

A last desperate “I love you!” 

A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss

“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Bandaging each other’s wounds

Before vs After Adoption

‪8yo: “I’ve seen this before.”‬

‪Me:‬

‪8yo: “You know how sometimes you go to sleep and you see things in your dreams and then later on you see them for real? Like that.”‬

Reflection of heart cave.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

*giggling* Stop it! That tickles!

*loud laughter*

I used to know a girl who could pickpocket your underwear. Don’t try that on me!

There is nothing in my pockets for you!

Have you no restraint?

Show care with another man’s pockets. You might not like what you find there.

[elf!Inquisitor with high approval] *resignedly* Lethallin…

Varric:

If you want to touch my chest hair, just ask. You don’t have to pretend to be reaching for my pockets.

What, no “please”?

Merchants’ Guild has already been in touch: my pockets are empty.

Dorian:

My dear [wo/man], at least get some wine in me first.

I do hope this is a precursor to something more fun than thievery. 

Enjoying yourself?

Vivienne:

*sternly* No.

[further attempts are not possible]

Cassandra:

Ah!

Inquisitor, please, this is dishonourable!

What, looking for a handle?

Tell me what you’re looking for, boss, maybe I can give you directions.

Aren’t you gonna even try to distract me?

[romanced] *playfully* Angling for a punishment later, huh?

Leliana:

*soft laugh* I can give you some pointers, if you want.

*chuckle* Maybe practice on someone else first. 

[if HOF was a rogue] You know, you remind me of… Never mind.

Josephine:

Inquisitor, everything I have of value is in my desk.

*sigh* I wish you’d be more subtle.

If you are going to pickpocket, you should learn to pick your targets.

Cullen:

Um, what are you doing?

Can I help you?

*flustered* Really? Again!?

Blackwall:

*laughing* Take care I don’t slap your hands.

You take care no one else catches you at that.

Fishing for loose change, eh?

Cole:

What are you doing?

Is there something in there?