He's silent for a long while, the blonde listening to his darling's voice. He closes his eyes, nodding and listening to the sound of her quiet tones, remembering every time they had calmed him out his fury and his fear during their adventures in Thedas. Large, rough, and calloused hands rub against themselves, warming them up before he steps forward, looping his arms under hers, burying his face into her shoulder.
"I've had one nightmare," he whispers to her, kissing her temple gently, lovingly. "And that is the day I watched you die. That scene from the screens played over and over in my mind, your scream-- the fact that I was here and you were there drove me to worse insanity than anything the Darkspawn could throw at me. The Blight is but child's play to the thought of losing you."
Alistair tightens his arms around her, fingers tangling in her short hair. It had been long, the Warden thought, far too long since he held her in this way. Every night at their camp, shielded by the tent and from the gazes of the Antivan assassin, the apostate mage, the pariah Qunari... it was all so different here, and oh, how he missed that so much.
"I had promised you," he whispered (although he wasn't quite sure why he was whispering; the two of them were the only ones in the room, and there was plenty of space to speak), pulling away from her only slightly enough to take her hands in his. Pressing her hands to his lips, he closes his eyes, bright blues meeting dark browns. "I had promised you time and time again-- the rose, the kiss, the holding, even that damned winter bit... with every word I spoke, Tabris. With every word I spoke, I promised my undying loyalty and love to you. And that does not change here."
"With every blade they give me, every shield I use, no matter what the weapon or the armor or the environment, I will protect you as I have for the last few years." A small smile graces his lips, pressing them to her forehead.
"I've had the honor of falling in love with the most beautiful woman in all of Thedas, and I do not intend to have her taken from me. Ever again. Do you understand me, my love?"
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"I've had one nightmare," he whispers to her, kissing her temple gently, lovingly. "And that is the day I watched you die. That scene from the screens played over and over in my mind, your scream-- the fact that I was here and you were there drove me to worse insanity than anything the Darkspawn could throw at me. The Blight is but child's play to the thought of losing you."
Alistair tightens his arms around her, fingers tangling in her short hair. It had been long, the Warden thought, far too long since he held her in this way. Every night at their camp, shielded by the tent and from the gazes of the Antivan assassin, the apostate mage, the pariah Qunari... it was all so different here, and oh, how he missed that so much.
"I had promised you," he whispered (although he wasn't quite sure why he was whispering; the two of them were the only ones in the room, and there was plenty of space to speak), pulling away from her only slightly enough to take her hands in his. Pressing her hands to his lips, he closes his eyes, bright blues meeting dark browns. "I had promised you time and time again-- the rose, the kiss, the holding, even that damned winter bit... with every word I spoke, Tabris. With every word I spoke, I promised my undying loyalty and love to you. And that does not change here."
"With every blade they give me, every shield I use, no matter what the weapon or the armor or the environment, I will protect you as I have for the last few years." A small smile graces his lips, pressing them to her forehead.
"I've had the honor of falling in love with the most beautiful woman in all of Thedas, and I do not intend to have her taken from me. Ever again. Do you understand me, my love?"