meridaring:

I like to think, if romanced, Alistair loved the Warden from the first. (i’m sappy like that)

and okay, maybe not LOVED loved. But just that he remembers the first moment he caught sight of her. After that ridiculous argument with the mage at ostagar, Alistair saw her there, sunlight in her hair, and that wry bit of his brain he can never quite turn off sort of flippantly goes: now there is something worth dying for.

But then she meets his gaze, fixes those clear eyes on him, and when she does not look away, something much quieter, much deeper, just whispers: Oh.