fenharelsheart:

okay but has anyone though about this: instead of alistair or stroud being the warden agent what if its your warden
what if you had to pick between hawke and your warden

Imagine your warden turning to your inquisitor with a sad soft smile, eyes watering but certain and stubborn, saying “I let others sacrifice for me ten years ago, I won’t do that again”

Imagine Alistair asking where they were before his face slowly drops from confusion to despair, his entire body slacking and his knees crumbling from underneath him.

Imagine Leliana reading the scouts report over and over with shaking hands, the ink running down the page as the paper absorbs her tears.

Imagine Morrigan clutching a sobbing Kieran to her, soft tears falling down her cheeks as she holds her child, the boy with her lovers eyes and smile. Her only reminder of the person that now lies permanently in the fade.

Imagine Zevran reading a letter sent from Leliana, his eyes dark and unreadable. He runs his hand over the parchment before putting it down and slowly lets his despair run over him like water, his hands quivering as they run through his hair and cover his eyes, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening to him for a second time.

Imagine Denerim holding a moment of silence, the grey warden flag flying outside the palace gates at half mast as the city remembers the brave hero that saved them one last time.

Imagine the warden fighting, feeling the life slowly drain from them as their blood coats the floor. They can barely lift their arms, their eyes are shaking from the effort of staying open and their feet lose sensation but they can’t stop they can’t stop not yet.

Then suddenly they feel a presence, so familiar and warm enveloping their bruised and broken body, and their weapon finally hits the floor as the creature shouts. Then they hear it, just before their vision fades completely, the voice of an elderly mage with soft blue eyes and a knowing smile.

“you can rest now warden”