#blightedmagi

Maker, could this become normal? “I’ve lost all feeling in my left foot.” The words are mumbled into her hair, head tilted forward so his forehead is resting against the back of Norah’s head. “I actually don’t think it’s attached anymore. Can we hold a funeral for it?” A snort of laughter escapes the mage between his legs and she fights to quickly cover it up before smacking his calf.  "So .. is that a no, then?"

basically he's mad as hell and what the fuck was everyone thinking. but if we meant the situation between the northern and southern wardens he's still pissed as hell because why would the northern wardens ignore their southern counterpars? it doesn't make sense. w/e he's going to have to investigate.

"and what do you think you're doing?" she stood in the middle of their small bedroom, arms outstretched as he stands in the doorway with his back against the frame. what, you don't like it? with her arms still raised, she spins herself around so that he can see the entirety of her outfit -- which is nothing more than one of his shirts, comically large as it swallows her small frame. "i never said that." it only takes two large steps to close the distance between them, his hands coming to rest on her waist once she turns back around to face him.you didn't say that you did. she pouts, bottom lip jutted out in such an exaggerated manner that alistair can't help the laughter that bubbles up in the back of his throat. "by the maker, you're right. i haven't sung your praise today." he watches the muscles in her jaw work -- a sign that she's about to speak -- and he dips his head down to capture her lips into a kiss before she has the chance. for a moment norah hesitates and alistair fears that he's truly upset her, but within seconds she's smiling into the kiss and the tension immediately leaves him.alistair pulls back so that their noses bump, hands moving from norah's hips to seek out her hands. "the sun can't compare to you," a soft kiss pressed to her lips. "you're the funniest woman i know." this time a kiss is pressed to the tip of her nose, fingers lacing with her's as he begins to move them about the small bedroom in a slow, swaying dance. "without you i would be hopelessly lost." she's laughing, the sound music to his ears as he rests his chin on the top of her head."i love you more than words can describe." it is then that norah finally pulls back from him, her expression a mixture of amusement and adoration as she gazes up at him. you are absolutely ridiculous. alistair can't help the goofy grin that works across his face as he unlaces his fingers from her's and taps the tip of her nose. "you wouldn't have me any other way."

ᴍᴀɢᴇs, ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇdue to his chantry upbringing, alistair has very conflicted feelings towards the circles and their treatment of mages. in theory, he believes that the circles may not be a terrible idea if they could function as they were meant to; a place for those with magical abilities to practice their art and learn to control it. unfortunately, it seems that either fear or power cause all problems that arise within the circles.somewhere along the way, some templars become powerhungry or fearful of their charges, resulting in cruel and abhorent punishments suffered at their hands upon the very people they were meant to protect. while alistair himself has undergone templar training, he never finished joining the order, putting him in a peculiar situation where many mages aren't very fond of him.his morals simply can't allow him to ignore the horrible treatment that many mages suffer, and he can't blame them when they are finally pushed to the point that they fight back. while he himself is not entirely trusting of magic, especially the wilder forms of it, it doesn't mean that he immediately is distrusting of the mage that uses it. alistair has met many mages in his travels over the years that have proven themselves to be excellent companions while others have shown they were unworthy of his trust.tldr; the circles could be an excellent idea if you removed the corrupted aspects to them, but that is very unlikely to happen and another solution needs to be found. alistair doesn't believe in punishing the few for the actions of the many as broad strokes often don't help anything and only make matters worse. mages are cool as long as they're not morrigan 👌 (jk he doesn't mind morrigan she can just be very, very scary).

bless u

sHE NEEDS A HUG BUT SHE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT

i’m ferelden you don’t see me stealing other peoples’ dogs

The campfire crackled and popped before them, illuminating the area before them, but also casting shadows around them. Alistair had never been afraid of the dark, but something about not knowing what was lurking out there anymore kept him on edge. But despite the edginess he felt, the sound of Norah’s voice was soothing, even if they were discussing something he found to be difficult. He hadn’t thought about his fate, mostly because he always assumed that the only end he’d find was death. “You’re right, but right now...the only fate I’ve decided on is the one where I follow you to the end. I’ve chosen to follow you and if you continue to have me, I’ll fight by your side until my dying breath.”