@ofthedas asked: (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger
“ and that was my first interaction with a horse - ” his story is cut short as a hand grabs the back of his collar and unceremoniously yanks him back, causing the grey warden to suddenly stumble back and hit a broad chest that prevents him from falling flat on his ass. there is a moment where he thinks to complain, even opening his mouth to comment on the interruption when the trap he had failed to notice goes off and causes a spray of arrows meant for his abdomen to embed in a nearby tree.
“ maker’s breath. ” the words leave him breathlessly as he rights himself, shakily turning to look at the man that had prevented him from being turned into an archery range practice dummy. “ lorin - how’d you - andraste’s tits. thank you.” alistair reaches a hand up to run through his hair as he stares at the damage done to the tree, still slightly unnerved at what his fate could have been.
in his usual manner of coping, he lets a laugh leave him as his hands fall to rest on his hips. “ well, looks like i owe you my life. you can collect on that debt in the future. ”