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alistair no ([personal profile] blightfighter) wrote in [community profile] dribble 2015-09-14 07:11 pm (UTC)

It’s no secret that he feels lucky. He says it almost every chance he gets, a fact that he knows isn’t unnoticed. It comes with the sort of time and time-allowed reflection after a life-death experience against an ancient god, entrapped in giant dragon - you know, the thing that they’re suppose to fight when all seems lost to everyone else in Thedas. Alistair’s life has never been the grandest but he gets by; and maybe this relative peace is the Maker smiling down at him for once, for a brief moment. For all their sacrifice and hardships, few can smile on their achievements and call it good. And fewer can do so with the ones they have lived - survived with. Alistair's humdrum thoughts strays and scatters and becomes a general mess when he sees her on the drifting back to their make-shift camp, replaced by a couple of reptitive thoughts: how am I so lucky and what have I done to be so blessed.

"Well, I survived in your absence," he sigh dramatically and brings a hand over his eyes, "It was very trying but I did it. Here I am, still breathing."

Thinking about the love of his life is a rather good distraction from the shearing pain on his left leg. A trap of all things.

"You know what they say," he puts on his best chantry sister (Lelianna, it's Lelianna) voice, "Once you survive fighting an archdemon, metal spikes going through your leg is nothing!"

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