a forehead press scene for Evelyn/Alistair maybe?
squint, and you’ll see me reference some old prompts I’ve written for these two, for consistency’s sakeÂ
Alistair x Evelyn Cousland
535 words |Â Ao3
Dawn.
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Arl Eamon’smen began to march towards Denerim. Alistair watched from his spot along thebattlements of the castle, knowing any moment he was to depart as well. Many,including Eamon, had wished for him to stay behind—it would be safer for the future King of Ferelden to avoid the Darkspawn.But Alistair wouldn’t retreat so easily. He was a Grey Warden first, and wouldbe until the Archdemon was defeated. There was also his devotion to Evelyn. Hewasn’t about to abandon her now.
As if his mind had beckoned her, he heard quiet footstepsapproaching, knowing by the pace thatit was Evelyn. She approached, and he could sense her nerves. The previous dayshad been nothing but tumultuous for their relationship. At the Landsmeet shehad appointed him King, and offered to become Queen to help rebuild thewar-torn country. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d envisioned becoming herhusband. He had proposed—properly—thatevening at Eamon’s estate. Even though the chances of her saying no by that point were slim, Alistair wasstill grateful she agreed. Not a day later they were on their way back toRedcliffe, where they were greeted with destruction. The Darkspawn horde hadattacked, and was heading back towards the capital. Riordan only soured themood further, indicating that one of them was to die when the Archdemon fell.
Except, Morriganhad plans.
Alistair decided not to dwell on the memory for very long,swallowing down the bad taste that had developed in his mouth. He had promisedEvelyn that it wouldn’t change anything between them—he too wanted nothing morethan to survive, to have the future with her that they both deserved.
“Alistair?” Her voice was soft.
He turned his full attention to her then, eyes dancingacross her form. She was dressed in her Warden regalia, the silver of the armorglistening under the morning sun. It would be a sign of inspiration to thetroops—a sign of hope. He took hergloved hand in his, tightening his grip as much as his gauntlets would allow.They stood there silently for a moment, the two looking on as more and moresoldiers made their way out of the ruined village.
“Their lives depend on us,” Evelyn stated. “I hope…” shetrailed. Alistair took her other hand as well, turning her towards him. Hereyes slowly raised to meet his and he recognized the fear that lingered in herexpression. He couldn’t blame her—he was just as terrified. Still, he wouldn’tflame the anxiety she was feeling.
“We can do this,” he encouraged. He tilted his head down,gently resting his forehead against hers. The blue of her eyes intensified, butshe didn’t break the gaze. “You cando this.”
Evelyn’s lips twitched up in a small, thankful smile. It wasbrief, but it was enough. Alistair moved one arm to wrap around her shoulders. Sheclosed her eyes, nuzzling her head against his as she stepped closer into hisembrace. Then, the most chaste of kisses to the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you, Alistair,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
