Thanks for the input there, Alistair.
When last I left Emilina Cousland, she’d thrown herself into her new life of blood, violence and hard living. Desperately so. Her house had been extinguished and no one had raised a hand. No help had come from the crown or the lords her father had once called friends. That life was behind her. She wanted no part of the politics.
She’d shared these thoughts many times with Alistair, long nights by the fire growing longer as their journey went on. They’d grown closer than she would have imagined. She’d even dared to wonder about the days ahead, if there could really be an end, if there would be something more for her after revenge had come and gone.
So when he stopped her on the cliffs above Redcliff - after all that they’d been through, after the impossible accomplishments and near-fatal injuries - when he stopped her and told her that he’d been lying all along… well, things kind of went red after that. She’d shouted. He’d shouted. She’d called him one of them. And he was, wasn’t he? He was practically king.
But there was a battle to be fought and night was fast approaching…
(Yay, I’m playing Dragon Age again!)
It wasn’t practical, but she liked to think that they wouldn’t have to sell the sword, that it would still be there on the day that Bevin was finally old enough to lift it. Oren had dreamed of a sword, too, and while the boys looked nothing alike, they would have been almost of an age. Maybe it had been only a moment of old regret, but she was glad that she had stayed, glad that she had helped.
(In which Redcliff gives Emmy FEELS.)
Playing with Photoshop…
Teagan: Oh… you mean, am I married?
Alistair: Hellooo? Standing right here.
So, if you romance Alistair and save Redcliff until the end, he does come off like a bit of an ass. Not that Em’s ever been much better…
Em: You knew how I felt.
Ali: I thought I did.
Em: Ass. I mean about them. The nobles who killed my family, the king who let them die. Do remember any of that?
Ali: That’s what you’re holding against me? That I’m—?
Em: As big a liar as all the rest of them? Pretty much.
Ali: Maker’s breath! You’re a noble.
Em: No! Not anymore. I’m nothing like them.
Em: Andraste’s tits, Alistair! We burned your brother. Your brother. We sat vigil together, stayed up half the night…. You don’t think that might have been a good time to mention it? Bloody hell, the armor… I can’t even look at you right now.
Ali: Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be like this.
Em: Oh, I’m sorry. Should I bow?
Ali: No! Maker’s breath, no! I just thought that you… that we were…
Em: What? The whole us-against-the-world thing? Guess it was just another lie. You should start getting used to it. Your Highness.
Ali: After all that we’ve been through…
Em: Exactly. Just… go away. All that gold’s starting to hurt my eyes.
Morrigan: I still fail to see the purpose in coordinating our outfits.
Em: Hush. We’re a sassy ladies’ crime-fighting organization, cleaning up the mean streets of Denerim.
Leliana: Besides, it is no more revealing than what you usually wear.
Just another girls’ night out…
Congrats, Em, on being my first Warden to ever PLAY ISABELA AT CARDS.
(T’would have been better if you hadn’t sucked quite so hard.)
“Well then next time I’ll make him bark. Just for you.”
Still, that gossip session was too tame for Em’s taste. I like to think the sharing of gory details continued long into the night.
Oh, Lel. You always do.
Em is starting to like this team.
(Modded with Natural Bodies and Better Sex Cutscenes - Zesty)