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Alistair had found a seat in the great hall, tucked off to the side and slightly hidden by the drapery, and had applied himself to reading the journal that had been gifted to him. Paperwork he might detest, but he had learned the importance of research - not just from reading the endless reports his advisers foisted upon him, but also from Cousland. The man had insisted on reading every book and slip of paper that they had come across in their adventures. Alistair had scoffed at him in the beginning but Cousland had proven how useful it was over time. How the man ever kept it all straight in his head was entirely separate matter of course...

He sighed, and paused for a moment - rubbed his tired eyes and stretched in his chair. The sky outside had not showed any change in lighting, still that ugly, roiling gray, and the buzz of magical energies grated on his teeth. He'd tried to sleep, briefly, but had given it up for lost. Now, though, he was beginning to feel the stress of it.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and leaned back in his chair, his head bumping against the wall. Alistair went over the current situation in his head, trying to straighten it all out.

Two Cullens - one who suffered yet more demon-related trauma (poor man didn't deserve that), and another who's been exceptionally quiet. Three Dorians - whoever that is. Flirtatious man, by his writing. If Zevran were here, he'd would get along with any of them like a house on fire. A slew of people from some strange world without magic and flying ships. An elven woman named Sera, who Leliana seems to known, but isn't ours. Alistair's face took on a sad expression, tinged with frustration. Multiple Champions of Kirkwall and Heroes of Fereldan...but not my Hero of Fereldan. And no one else besides Leliana who would know me.

That was a slightly upsetting thought. There's at least one other me, though I haven't seen or heard from him at all. I can't blame him - I don't know that I would want to be confronted by whatever did or didn't happen to me, simply because Cousland wasn't...well, wasn't. He shook his head, but remained leaning back in his chair, eyes closed.

What a mess.

Date: 2015-08-23 05:04 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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"I would say we've had enough of changing the way the world looks at us for recent history, but if it means I get to die in a bed next to Neria instead of at the end of a darkspawn's blade, I'm all for it."

Alistair folded his hands on his stomach and got a dreamy expression on his face.

Date: 2015-08-23 05:43 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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"Ha!" Alistair chortled, though he blushed brilliantly.

"That was...not what I meant...though I can see why you got that idea. Er. Well. Anyways. You would too if she was your wife, believe me."

He blushed more at the admission and had to look away, lips curling up at the edges.

Date: 2015-08-23 05:57 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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Alistair's laugh quickly turned into a loud moan at the leering and he covered his face with a hand and groaned.

"Maker's breath, that was terrible. Did my face look like that too? Blessed Andraste. We should never do that again."

Date: 2015-08-23 06:15 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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"Hmm, yes." Alistair wrinkled his nose.

"This has been a very insightful experience, I'm sure." He gave a lopsided grin.

Date: 2015-08-23 06:27 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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Alistair squinted at his other self, his ears going red. Again. Maker, embarrassing was definitely the right word for this situation.

"Well," he said quickly, to cover his awkwardness, "I suppose that seems only fair."

Date: 2015-08-24 06:28 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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Alistair made a face and looked vaguely guilty.

"When you put it like that, there's no resisting you," he said, then paused to examine to smile his other self was wearing.

"Is that what they mean when they say I have puppy eyes?" he wondered aloud. "Because if so...that's...that's...hm." He wrinkled his nose and admitted, "Probably accurate."

Date: 2015-08-24 06:54 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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Alistair waved a hand. "You...you do that, Mr. Kingliness. I'm sure your job requires more subterfuge than mine. For me, that just sounds exhausting."

He sat up, running a hand back through his hair.

Date: 2015-08-24 08:09 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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Alistair arched a brow and smirked. "Oh, are we really so snooty now that we are going around judging the color choices of people and their doublets? I never thought I'd see the day. Though I suppose, to be fair, there were some truly atrocious Orlesian fashions making their way insidiously into Ferelden when last I was at court." He shuddered.

"I don't think I would call them as ridiculous, no. But a bit absurd? More overt and less 'ooh let me smile in your face while I send someone to spill all your family secrets, incite your ruin, and drive you to suicide,' certainly. But they are still far too...hrm, well, political, for my taste, with the First Warden practically angling for the throne of the Anderfel. Or so everyone says, and I really haven't seen much to say otherwise. Still, I'd rather grimace in his face and be upfront about my dislike than not. Seems dishonest."

Date: 2015-09-03 04:19 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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(OOC: Oh, no worries at all! We were pretty much winding down anyways, I think. I'd totally be down with a scene with all four of us - that sounds amazing. And my Alistair can be less guilty and more happy for you, haha.)

Date: 2015-09-03 04:56 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wardenalistair
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(OOC: Sure! Honestly, I'm open to whenever :))

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