#torastair

How they express their interest/affection prior to a relationship

I’m honestly not sure how to answer this question because there are a lot of angles for it to be answered from

I talk a lot about it here I suppose but I think the main thing was that Alistair made Tori laugh, he made her happy when she had just lost so much. and then when Alistair lost what Torania knew was basically his family (Duncan and the wardens) She explected him to stop being funny. to become unhappy like her and stop making her laugh…. But he didn’t… and Torania at that point decided Alistair was basically the strongest man in the world. 

As for Torania I think complimenting him to no end helped, As did the fact that she needed him and he knew it

How they go about confessing their attraction

I literally have like four versions of this.

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How my Muse shows their love for their partner(s) non-verbally/through actions

Oh man so many ways!

Nightmares flee warded away.

Stay here with your arms wrapped around me I pray.

The darkspawn will fall before our love’s might.

I need no longer fear the terrors of the night.

Fred was not like other darkspawn.Other darkspawn only cared about normal darkspawn things like say... burning entire villages, tainting all of Ferelden and murdering everything in sight. 

Fred was special.

Fred was better.

Fred knew what his fellow’s shallow superficial minds would never be able to comprehend. There was so much more to life then following the trivial directions of a cliché archdemon.

None of his fellows ever listened to Fred. 

Which was probably why they died.

He had tried to have this talk with his alpha about forty times. It was about abstinence. Fred knew abstinence was important. He did not know exactly why abstinence was important. But that would not stop him from lecturing everyone else in this story about why they should be abstinent.

"Arraaaghhh grawwwraaahhh raagahhh raww" He told his alpha emphatically. Fred was pretty sure they were headed to a battle or something. It was not important.

"Rgwaaraahhh graw RAERAHHH You noying" The Alpha responded.

Fred often wished he was an apha. His quest would be much easier if he could talk.

Battle. Battle was beneath Fred. That was the sole reason why he ran from the fight the first chance he could get. Oh he let his fellows think he would stoop to their level. He roared at the humans for them and everything. Him running had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that there were giant four legged furry jaw monsters rushing at them. Battle was for the uncivilized. Now Fred only needed a place to hide.

He found it. It was there waiting for him.

A tower... not far from the battlefield towering above the fight.

There were dead around... But no furry beasts.

And so Fred entered the Tower of Ishal.  moving upwards There were more dead darkspawn inside. 

This would never have happened if everyone had listened to Fred.

And then Fred saw her. Brilliant red hair. warden uniform splattered in blood. Killing darkspawn that were not like Fred left and right.

Fred had finally found her. The almighty Main Character™ and then Fred saw him. The man With his eyes glued to the main character's arse.  And suddenly Fred's life mission became crystal clear to him. Suddenly he knew what he had been born to do.

"ARRRAAGHHHHH grahhhh grah" Fred lurched out into view in elation, Moving between the two to block the sight of the woman's arse. The main character whirled as she finished murdering one of Fred’s cousins. RIP Bob

Torania swept into the room grinning from ear to ear. She balanced the tray on her hip with the ease of a woman who knew her body and how to use it, although the fact was she did not exactly have that much experience balancing trays of food.

Not yet.

Torania intended to change that.

Alistair sat in one of their soft fur covered chairs. He was staring out the window out at the rain. Torania could not see his expression but she could very well see his clenched fist as he rested it on the chair's railing.

Her man was muttering under his breath. She could not quite catch the words but did hear something that sounded like. “ruined picnic” and “should be doing paper work I s'pose” and “going 't pout like a child some more I think... yeeeesssss” and.  “kings should get 't pout”

Alistair Theirin was reasonably sure he was the loneliest man in Thedas. All he wanted was his wife… was that so much to ask for? A man should be able to have his wife shouldn’t he? The crown weighed heavily upon his head. Not that he was wearing it right now but he could almost feel the weight of it all the same. Forcing him down, gradually squashing him.  

As he finished the illustration of a little stick figure with too large a crown on the letter he was writing and heard the door shut as the servant took it out of the room.  Alistair Theirin, hero of the 5th blight and king of Ferelden put his head in his hands. He was exhausted and he had a headache. Compliments of the Calling he supposed. It did like to leave such lovely gifts. 

“Please Maker… just bring her back unharmed. Or if you really have to, just a little harmed. Please… Just bring her back alive”  He had made it through the first few years alright… but now? 

He looked to his desk. The vase of roses. Thorny roses… just like his Tori. Alistair felt a tear make its way down his cheek then suddenly with one sudden gesture he swept his arm across the table, knocking the vase to the floor where it shattered into pieces. For a moment it was like he was a child again, having just thrown his mother’s locket against the wall. And then the door opened. 

“Your majesty!?” The guard took in the vase and the king with wide eyes. 

“I’m fine Rolfo” Alistair replied his back to the man so the guard could not see the tears on his face 

“Right…” The man commented. “A package came from you… the mages judged it not to be a danger soo…” Alistair sighed. Another thing about being king… everyone got to see his presents before he did.  

“Hand it to me and go…” He paused at the harshness of his words. “And Rolfo… I’m sorry” The other man nodded and handed him a small brown package. Alistair sat down and tore into the paper as the door closed. In his large hand was what looked to be some sort of crystal… A geode.. he remembered the word. A geode… only the outside of the geode was all crystaly too 

A folded scrap of paper had fallen to the floor he noticed and his heart leapt when he recognized the handwriting. Hers. The message left much to be desired though. It was short painfully sort. And confusing. “Blow onto the crystal, say my name, tell me you love me.” He had learned though that doing what that woman told him no matter how crazy sounding usually made things worse not better. And the slightest suspicion had started to grow in his head that this might be very important. Had she found a way to communicate? 

He blew into the crystal his breath misting the surface of the many crystalline facets “Torania” the name came out in a whisper almost a prayer. “I miss you so much…” there was a slight vibration in the rock on his hand then he heard her  

“Alistair…” Her voice matched his with a slight quaver near the end of the word. His heart left out of his chest. Oh Maker that voice…. Oh Maker Tori his Tori. 

“Toriania!? Is that? Are you?” 

“Yes. It’s me.” There was what sounded suspiciously like sniffling 

“I love you… They’re working… Oh Maker I love you” It was her… it was not just some recording.

“Torania….” The word same out slowly “Tooorrrannia” He was savoring the feeling of it on his tongue.  

“That’d be me…” There was a slightly breathless sobbing laugh. For a few minutes he just stood there crying… holding the stone close to his chest.. He imagined she did the same. For a few minutes there was nothing but quiet sniffles and sobs from both ends.  He recovered first. 

“So I can keep this… use it to talk to you?” 

“Mmmm-hmmm. Until I come home”