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Calen used to love sleeping with you. [ Robyn says wistfully, leaning into his grasp. After a thoughtful pause, she adds: ] We should get a mabari. It can split its time with the two of us; it'll be like a big, slobbering baby.
[ The child they would never be able to have. Unconsciously, she curls a little more against him. ]
Oh, enough of that. [ He knows better than anyone how much she hates the title. ] I say we're all collectively the Heroes of Ferelden, since we all ended the blight together, and I won't hear another word of argument about it.
[ She probably will, because they bicker about it all the time, but that just means she'll need to refine her own points of contention to verbally beat him into submission (loving wife as she is). ]
Neither would I. [ Robyn agrees solemnly. ] I thought for sure I would die soon after my Joining, but... we really did it, didn't we? All of us.
[ They'd made it. Survived. Accomplished their very difficult goal, way back when. ]
I think we've had quite a lot of happiness and luck so far. [ The Warden points out, smiling. ] Not that I would say no to more...
[His arms tighten around her. Calen had been one of her only links left to her family and he knows how difficult it had been for her when the hound passed. Alistair himself still missed the old mabari sometimes, even more so knowing that Robyn would be going out there without even her hound's protection.] I like that idea. We could go to Highever and see if they've had any new litters. You can pick one out.
[He can guess what she's thinking, though it's something they haven't much spoken about. It's impossible not to think of Morrigan and her child then, out there somewhere. It feels unfair in a way, to know that he has a child while she can't and won't ever, as things stand. But if this cure is real... Alistair hasn't dare let himself think of what might mean and he thinks she must feel the same. But he wants to believe it could be possible. Maybe soon they can talk about a family as something really possible.]
Not today you won't.
[But another day and another, when she's come back, and another after that. He'll argue plenty then. Just to annoy her. Out of love, of course. (Two can play that game.)]
You'd better not. [He growls, freeing an arm to tickle her ribs in reproach.] You need to be asking for plenty more luck for the both of us. You have another miracle to work still, my love and no one else can manage it.
[No one else has her track record for accomplishing the impossible so there's really no other choice.]
I'm sure they have. [ She laughs lightly, leaning in his strong grasp, nestling in the crook of his neck. ] Would any Ferelden estate be a Ferelden estate without a constant stream of mabari?
[ Fergus could surely part with one. In fact, she suspected he'd been planning on offering her one on her next birthday... though, now, she has no idea where she'll be during that time.
Robyn does think wistfully of the family they may never have. The Hero of Ferelden allows herself this weakness and draws in as close as she can to her new husband within a moment of heavy silence.
Until he tickles her and she gasps in surprise, laughing. ]
All right, luck for the both of us! [ Out of desperation she slinks from his grasp and then sits, looking cross, out of his reach. ] Even if we cure the taint, I won't be able to ever stop those nasty fingers of yours, will I?
[ Always scrambling to tickle at her weak spots. She isn't particularly ticklish, as it happens, but he seems to know exactly how to make her jump nonetheless. ]
I feel no pressure at all. [ Robyn states lightly, leaning back into the grass to stare up at the sky. ] None whatsoever. How difficult could it be to end the curse that has plagued Grey Wardens forever and ever?
[Certainly no self-respecting Ferelden estate would let itself be without mabari and there's nothing like a puppy for cheering someone up. Going together to see her brother and pick one out could be just what they need once this is all done and they're back together again.
Alistair snickers as Robyn moves out of reach, shooting her a pleased grin.]
Not unless I find a better way to annoy you, my dear.
[Always possible. She's given him a lifetime to find out now - a lifetime that he wants to believe will soon be that much longer. Even if it's not, it's enough. They have each, for how long they have.
Shifting closer again Alistair lays a hand over hers and looks up as well, at the stars bright overhead.]
No more difficult than finding a way to slay an archdemon without a Warden needing to sacrifice their life. [He leans against her lightly, reassuring himself of her presence without putting his weight on her.] But no one will think less of you if you can't do it. It might not be possible.
[Something he should have said sooner. He squeezes her hand tightly, voice softer as he goes on.] I don't care if you come back with nothing to show. Just promise you'll come back.
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[ The child they would never be able to have. Unconsciously, she curls a little more against him. ]
Oh, enough of that. [ He knows better than anyone how much she hates the title. ] I say we're all collectively the Heroes of Ferelden, since we all ended the blight together, and I won't hear another word of argument about it.
[ She probably will, because they bicker about it all the time, but that just means she'll need to refine her own points of contention to verbally beat him into submission (loving wife as she is). ]
Neither would I. [ Robyn agrees solemnly. ] I thought for sure I would die soon after my Joining, but... we really did it, didn't we? All of us.
[ They'd made it. Survived. Accomplished their very difficult goal, way back when. ]
I think we've had quite a lot of happiness and luck so far. [ The Warden points out, smiling. ] Not that I would say no to more...
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[He can guess what she's thinking, though it's something they haven't much spoken about. It's impossible not to think of Morrigan and her child then, out there somewhere. It feels unfair in a way, to know that he has a child while she can't and won't ever, as things stand. But if this cure is real... Alistair hasn't dare let himself think of what might mean and he thinks she must feel the same. But he wants to believe it could be possible. Maybe soon they can talk about a family as something really possible.]
Not today you won't.
[But another day and another, when she's come back, and another after that. He'll argue plenty then. Just to annoy her. Out of love, of course. (Two can play that game.)]
You'd better not. [He growls, freeing an arm to tickle her ribs in reproach.] You need to be asking for plenty more luck for the both of us. You have another miracle to work still, my love and no one else can manage it.
[No one else has her track record for accomplishing the impossible so there's really no other choice.]
Not to put any pressure on you.
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[ Fergus could surely part with one. In fact, she suspected he'd been planning on offering her one on her next birthday... though, now, she has no idea where she'll be during that time.
Robyn does think wistfully of the family they may never have. The Hero of Ferelden allows herself this weakness and draws in as close as she can to her new husband within a moment of heavy silence.
Until he tickles her and she gasps in surprise, laughing. ]
All right, luck for the both of us! [ Out of desperation she slinks from his grasp and then sits, looking cross, out of his reach. ] Even if we cure the taint, I won't be able to ever stop those nasty fingers of yours, will I?
[ Always scrambling to tickle at her weak spots. She isn't particularly ticklish, as it happens, but he seems to know exactly how to make her jump nonetheless. ]
I feel no pressure at all. [ Robyn states lightly, leaning back into the grass to stare up at the sky. ] None whatsoever. How difficult could it be to end the curse that has plagued Grey Wardens forever and ever?
[ Maker preserve her. Maker preserve them all. ]
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Alistair snickers as Robyn moves out of reach, shooting her a pleased grin.]
Not unless I find a better way to annoy you, my dear.
[Always possible. She's given him a lifetime to find out now - a lifetime that he wants to believe will soon be that much longer. Even if it's not, it's enough. They have each, for how long they have.
Shifting closer again Alistair lays a hand over hers and looks up as well, at the stars bright overhead.]
No more difficult than finding a way to slay an archdemon without a Warden needing to sacrifice their life. [He leans against her lightly, reassuring himself of her presence without putting his weight on her.] But no one will think less of you if you can't do it. It might not be possible.
[Something he should have said sooner. He squeezes her hand tightly, voice softer as he goes on.] I don't care if you come back with nothing to show. Just promise you'll come back.