(closedish openish) keep you like an oath

[byblow]

WHO: Alistair & Others
WHAT: Some sulking, some snark.
WHEN: Third week of Haring + bonus first week of Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: No open starters, but if you want something PM me or hit me up on Plurk! Or drop a starter of your own on me and I'll roll with it.

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[byblow]

"Maybe," Alistair says, a little slowly, distracted by the handholding—still disarmed, after all this time, by other people showing him affection. He thinks about telling her about the Joining, or Avernus, or Corypheus' sealed underground prison and the reasons they couldn't kill him. The fact that they ever had him. He hasn't relayed that fun piece of trivia to the Inquisition yet at all. "I don't know what I can tell you, other than... Nothing. Less than I already have. Maker, we're in trouble."

With the Wardens, probably with Commander Cullen (who is not that scary) and Seeker Pentaghast (who is) and Leliana (who is the worst) and everyone. Or maybe not. Maybe no one. Maybe no one will care. He takes another drink.

or, actually...

[serannas]

"Don't give up hope. Not now, not ever." Her voice is firm and serious, and she tugs on his hand to try and look him in the eye. Of course, that's a bit difficult with the bottle to his lips, but she'll wait.

"You'll find a way, or we'll find a way. Just call on me, and I'll be at your side, ready to help." Alistair is her friend, and she takes friendship seriously. He and the other Wardens are suffering, but the ones here in Skyhold know better than to resort to blood magic, which just opens the door to demons and danger. The Wardens need help, and she won't turn a blind eye just because they're a secretive lot.