@cousllnd​ discussed a starter.

“You need to understand that what was decided is the best thing for this country. You’re a Therein,, yes, but people love Anora. But they also love the soon to be hero and having you two marry is a brilliant idea. The people of Ferelden will rejoice in having her as Queen, especially once the archdemon is slain.” Alistair couldn’t believe Eamon and he couldn’t believe he’d talked Roslin into this. When she’d come to him to tell him the news, he’d tried to seem enthusiastic. He thought he’d done well hiding what he truly felt, but maybe it hadn’t been that good of a mask because Arl Eamon had found him nearly an hour later. 

“Everything has been decided for me for the entirety of my life. I never asked for any of this. I never asked to be an orphan, I never asked to be sent to the templars. I never even asked to be King. I’ve only ever wanted one thing and that was to be a Grey Warden, because it was the one thing I was good at. And now, you have me marrying my friend because you think it’ll be good for Ferelden. When will it ever be taken into consideration that maybe I don’t want any of this? Not a kingdom and not a marriage either.” Alistair had been done pretending. He didn’t hate Roslin, he could never, but no one had asked him how he felt about marrying her. Did she realize what it meant? If they were to marry there would be things she’d have to do, that he’d have to do...and they had never even shown interest in one another. 

Well – that was a lie, he had thought she was beautiful, but he was quite sure that she didn’t feel the same. 

When she had told him the news, all he could muster at first was a single sentence. ‘Are you sure you want to marry me?’ 

If she stayed a Grey Warden...she could have so much more then life at court. He knew she came from a rather noble family, but he wasn’t sure if she even liked that life. They hadn’t discussed it and he wondered if it was too late to ask now. 

“Would you rather rule with Anora then?” The words stopped Alistair in his tracks and he shook his head. He couldn’t be married to her, not the woman whose father killed the only person who had ever seen Alistair as more than just a nuisance. “I’ll marry Roslin.” He could grow to love her, they could maybe one day be happy. Alistair did care about her, despite his uncertainty and they were good friends. Eamon seemed sure they could rule together, he just hoped that hew as right. 

He grunted due to the exertion, short clipped nails clutching at the walls of Vigil’s Keep. The guards had seen him, there had been a darkspawn attack disorienting all and Nathaniel’s mind was still set on one thing - killing the Hero of Ferelden and avenging his father. His bow was hanging on his back, its quality decent enough for its owner’s skill but still nothing like the Howe family bow. As a child he had admired the close handiwork, his grandfather explaining to him how to shoot an arrow and assuring him he would make a fine marksman in the future. He had been right. Nathaniel’s aim was second to none, and in his pride lay a sense of resentment for his own father - Rendon was never a warrior let alone someone who could use a bow proficiently. Nathaniel received a sense of pleasure in surpassing his father but knowing he was no longer here he told himself to be more respectful of the dead no matter how bad the relationship between parent and child had been in the past.

 Abruptly, a guard yelled behind him but Nathaniel had already jumped in the Keep’s courtyard, seeing soldiers and wardens fight darkspawn in the other end which meant they would not pay mind to just another man quickly moving through the grounds. “YOU- Stop!” the guard running after him screamed, but was quickly rendered motionless by the sight of a hurlock appearing next to him. Nathaniel saw this as an opportunity to escape and started for the entrance of the Keep, hoping to find the Warden within its walls. Nathaniel finally entered, and taking a quick turn to the left inside a narrow corridor, he started looking for the woman he was planning to murder for crimes done against his family - he had received news of his family’s keep passing to the Warden-Commander’s ownership but to see his once family home become a stronghold for the infamous wardens was making him more irate by the second.

♕  | @cousllnd

    “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” Cue some incredibly general hand gestures towards where once stood bandits and… Well, now they didn’t so much stand, as they were laying down. Not, uh, out of their own will. Or even conscious, or… In one piece. Dead, they were dead.

@cousllnd​ asked “ roslin for the heart meme uwu” from xx. 

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

@cousllnd asked “You’re crushing me.”  FROM XX.

    He hadn’t meant to land on her, but he had. He’d lost his balance, which didn’t happen as often as one might have thought it would. He’d laid there a few moments too long, trying to not think about the pain that was shooting through his ankle, which he’d twisted while they were sparring. However, he now realized that he’d stayed there a moment too long, feeling her warm breath on his cheek and he flushed and rolled off her, landing on his back beside her. 

⚔️ 《 ROSLIN AND ALISTAIR 》

Unknown Meme. @cousllnd

⚔️ 《  ROSLIN AND ALISTAIR 》

BATHTUB MEME. @cousllnd

He is about to sheathe his daggers, having beaten the Warden-Commander during their sparring match - both being archers, yet Nathaniel believes himself to be quite proficient with the blade as well. It’s a strange thing being alive knowing darkspawn blood runs through his veins, making him stronger and more tough than a regular human male, yet the promise of an early death is unsettling enough. Frustration hits him often, a constant gnawing at the back of his head at the thought that his family home is now a warden stronghold, his father’s name blemished forever. Rendow Howe got what he deserved, if Cousland’s claims are true - and strangely, Nathaniel believes her. He has not addressed the obvious yet; his father’s murdering of her entire family. What is one supposed to say in a case like this? You’re right in killing my father but I so apologize for his own killing of your parents?

 He sighs to himself, and looks at the woman sprawled on the ground. She’s smaller, less imposing than he expects the Hero of Ferelden to be, yet her eyes burn with a fire far greater than anything Nathaniel has seen before. Before he has time to think further, he realizes she is moving toward him, far too quick for him to react even with his rogue reflexes; he is wrestled to the ground, Couland on top of him her weight not high enough to pin him, but still a considerable thing for him to be able and get up with ease. His daggers are sheathed - now he realizes it was a mistake on his part; the fight isn’t over.

“That’s just fighting dirty, my lady Cousland.” he coughs, when she knees him, and with as much strength as he can muster he flexes his core in order to roll them around on the dirt and end up with himself on top of her. “I win, fair and square.” he breathes, and smirks to her, dark hair cascading over his features. They remain silent for what seemed like minutes or hours, until laughter broke the quiet - Anders is raising an eyebrow at both of them, mumbling something about lovebirds. Nathaniel instantly flusters and picks himself up, extending a hand to help Cousland get up herself.