Alistair stood at a distance for a while, simply observing her as she gazed up into the night sky, the moonlight catching the silver flecks in her grey eyes and making them sparkle. He wrung his hands around the gift he had chosen for her, rehearsing what he was going to say over and over and hoping he didn't mess up. It had to be perfect... it just had to. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and strode over to her, but his confidence failed when she turned sad eyes up to look at him.
“Oh... Hello, Alistair. I didn't see you there.”
“What's wrong?” he asked her, taking a seat next to her in the grass.
“I was just thinking about how Irving would sneak me up to the top of the tower every year so I could see the stars for my birthday.”
“Oh! Right!” Alistair said, suddenly remembering why he had gone looking for her in the first place. He then cleared his throat and presented his gift to her – a single red rose.
“Happy Birthday, Varia,” he told her, his cheeks nearly the same shade of crimson as the flower in his hand.
“Alistair, this is so sweet,” she replied, taking the rose from him. “Thank you.”
“I just... I saw it and it made me think of you and... Maker, you're so beautiful... And I want you to know that I don't care that you're a mage and an elf and I know we haven't known each other that long but I really care about you and--”
Varia reached up and grasped him by the back of his head, guiding his lips to hers. Endearingly awkward as he may be, she knew if she didn't make the first move he would never get to finally kissing her.
The Birthday Gift: Alistair/f!Warden - G
“Oh... Hello, Alistair. I didn't see you there.”
“What's wrong?” he asked her, taking a seat next to her in the grass.
“I was just thinking about how Irving would sneak me up to the top of the tower every year so I could see the stars for my birthday.”
“Oh! Right!” Alistair said, suddenly remembering why he had gone looking for her in the first place. He then cleared his throat and presented his gift to her – a single red rose.
“Happy Birthday, Varia,” he told her, his cheeks nearly the same shade of crimson as the flower in his hand.
“Alistair, this is so sweet,” she replied, taking the rose from him. “Thank you.”
“I just... I saw it and it made me think of you and... Maker, you're so beautiful... And I want you to know that I don't care that you're a mage and an elf and I know we haven't known each other that long but I really care about you and--”
Varia reached up and grasped him by the back of his head, guiding his lips to hers. Endearingly awkward as he may be, she knew if she didn't make the first move he would never get to finally kissing her.