Being with someone can change your life. But what if you can't have your old life back? For your own sake, the sake of your relationship, or by no choice of your own, you have to leave the old you behind. It can go from anything to changing a behavior to changing your whole identity, and all of it can be difficult. One thing is clear, however; to continue where or as you'd lived before is not an option if you want to keep this person you care for in your life.
how to play;
- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Respond to others.
- THERE WILL BE QUESTIONABLE CONTENT. Just because it's a shipping meme doesn't means everything's fluffy; in fact, more options than not have some unfortunate implications.
prompts;
- Open Secret: You two have never specifically said who you are in this new place, though you've never denied it.
- Witness Protection: To protect your lives, you must live under assumed identities.
- Your Real Life: What you knew before was false. This is the actuality.
- After a Tragedy: All your friends are dead. Your group is shaken. You saw someone you love murdered. The only other person you have left is the one you're with.
- Second Chance at Life: After a brush with death, you've decided to do things right and actually live.
- I Don't Want this Life, Dean: You don't want to continue in the family business - er, in your old ways set up by someone else, so you cling to someone who can give you a normal life.
- Criminal: You did a bad thing and are wanted. For your protection and the safety of the one you lo...that person, you have to hide.
- Turning Over a New Leaf: You're genuinely trying to become a better person and you can't do that with the reminders of your old home and old life.
- Rehabilitation: Your lover is helping you get over your wounds, your traumas, or your flaws.
- Blank Slate: You have to have a new life because you don't know your old one! All you know is the person you're with and the things they can tell you.
- Partners in Crime: You two are rough around the edges, but you're reformed. Really, you just want a peaceful life!
- Old Habits Die Hard: No matter what your life is now, you can't shake the need to double check the locks or hold your magic wand tight.
- Guilt: You're guilty about your relationship, so you have to reside in hiding.
- Through Elicit Means: You got with your partner through cheating and you want to keep that fact on the low.
- Stolen Away: You stole your partner - from a bad situation or from someone cruel - so you have to keep your heads down
- Taboo:
- Incest: It's better for you to live where no one know's you're related.
- Age Difference: You can always fake IDs and birth certificates.
- Interspecies: There has to be somewhere that doesn't have the prejudices of your home.
- Tyrannical Government: You're political enemies drawn together. Perhaps you're working to undermine the government, or maybe you've escaped from that place and are living in peace.
- Pulled from the Darkness: Your previous life was so terrible, you don't want to even ponder it any more. End of story, it doesn't matter.
- Dependent: You don't know anyone else in this new world of yours, or you don't know how to navigate it, making you dependent on your partner.
- Protecting Them: You're with them and hiding them for their own benefit.
- They Don't About Your Past:
- Secret Monster: If they knew about who you used to be, they'd be disgusted and want nothing to do with you.
- For Them: You're dangerous to be around, so you can't clue them in lest an old enemy or your own abilities come back and harm them.
- Florence Nightingale: They found you and took you in to help you, no questions asked. You couldn't help but fall for them.
- Using Them: This new life is just a sham. You want them to be your camouflage, maybe even getting others to believe you've changed.
- Faked Turned Real:
Both of you were using each other for cover, but now...you're not sure.- Brainwashing:
- One-Sided: You love them and want them to believe that things have always been like this. Can you be blamed for going about it this way?
- Mutual: Both of you think you've always lived this life, thanks to outside forces.
- Who Am I, Really?: You love your partner, but you feel like you're losing yourself.
- WILDCARD
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bakerstreet2015-08-28 01:30 pm
Alistair Theirin ♔ Dragon Age series ♔ m/f
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she will meet his eyes and feel happy.]
Alistair.
[she climbs over his wall in the middle of the night, a heavy black cloak hiding her from any prying eyes as she opens his window and gets inside his empty, dark room.
she waits there, and knows that there is only one way for her to be truly happy, and that tomorrow's is not it.]
I think I made a mistake.
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he was so lost in the mental maze that he nearly yelps with surprise when he sits up boltright, arms and legs flailing a bit.]
Seren!
[he hisses it from surprise as much as quiet admonishment.]
You... You shouldn't be here.
[...wait a minute]
What mistake?
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[it's an automatic response and very much a revelation. she should be here, sharing his bed. she should be with him. she loves him. she loves him, so what are they doing?
what is she doing?]
Alistair.
[she stands and very calmly, very quietly walks up to him, climbing unto the bed. she needs-- she won't risk a light, but she needs to look at him, she needs-- she wants--]
Alistair, I don't want you to be king. I don't want you to marry someone who isn't me. I don't want to be a warden alone, I don't want to be a hero, I don't--
[I'm crying. How awful.]
I don't want to be brave like this.
holy shit i lost this tag whoops
that's the word.
he goggles at her, almost too stunned to even know what to say, or even reach out to comfort her.]
...Seren... We decided. We agreed. We can't just leave a letter behind saying "whoops, we've changed our minds, see you later best of luck Anora". I'm-- I might be considered a threat to her position because I almost did it, they'd hunt me if...
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[a frantic, angry (bitter, she's so--) whisper. she's not yet so far gone to raise her voice and give herself away, not so far gone that she would ruin this one desperate gambit.]
They hate you. They don't care for the truth, no matter what Eamon may say. They hate you and they resent Anora, but Anora is strong and Anora loves the people, the freeholders, the common folk. Why should we hold the blood of dead men over a living woman's work? Why should I give you away to fill a role no one wanted you to occupy in the first place, just because they happen to need you to do it now?
Duncan was a father, not the old king. And Duncan's path was grey, not gold.
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he knew. when Alistair agreed, he knew all of this already. he would only be king to legitimize Anora's own hold on the throne, giving her the backing of the desirable Theirin bloodline. he would be expected to do that, and to give her Theirin heirs. not much else beyond that.
nothing at all.
after all, he may have Maric's blood, but he's still a bastard and that's what they see. even a crown won't change that. and it's not like Eamon would help; he's probably already told the old farts what an unreliable goofball Alistair is...which is hilarious, in a way, considering Eamon's a big reason why Alistair is like that at all. keep my head down, I'm not a threat, make jokes so they laugh, I'm not a threat, keep your mouth shut, I'm not a threat...!
the only person who saw beyond that, who coaxed out what he hides, who didn't just write him off as a fool...was also the one who was going to leave him behind, let him rot in a role that they didn't want him in. a role he didn't want, either.
he knew all that already. accepting it I s different.
except...she's here. she's changed her mind.
she wants me more than she wants a king. and I--
her last words are what makes him pale. staring at her, grim and almost haunted, but also set in his decision.]
Do you have a plan?
[I want her more than a kingdom.]
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instead she holds him, hands firm and strong, a fire now adorning her face and despite it all, Andrastre preserve them, she finds herself smiling..]
Zev is waiting for my signal. I would speak with Anora before departing, she deserves that much. But we must get you out of the city and out of the court's reach. He will wait for us by the gates, and from there you two will go to the forest and wait for me.
[she stands, and goes back to the window. a heavy looking bag was were she stood. she takes the thing, calling forth a flick of blue flame that she flickers for a bit. half a minute later, something similar shines from a roof for a moment before dying out.]
Truth of the matter is that there is not a single soldier willing to raise his sword against us. And not a mercenary or villain powerful or fool enough to try their luck. But still, I would prefer not to corner her or humiliate the old men. There's the issue of Amaranthine, after all.
Get dressed, and take this. There's a cloak and your uniform, but I wouldn't wear it just yet, Warden.
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I love you I love you, you came back for me thank the Maker thank you thank you IloveyouIloveyouyoucamebackformeIloveyou
he sniffs thickly when she pulls apart, holding onto her hand until her fingers slip from his.
Warden. for the first time, he smiles a little. it's a tough life, but one he chooses freely. for some, being able to choose is enough. but for Alistair...he can find joy in anything, as long as she's there.]
Wait-- I want to see Anora, too. She's not a bad person, and a good queen, and I'd...like to apologize.
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[she pulls her cloak close, smiling as she watches him get ready. briefly she wonders if the nobles will try to frame her for his abduction-- if Anora would let them. by now she must have read the letter she sent with Zevran, and seeing how no guards have come to his quarters she can assumed her reaction a favorable one.
and Amaranthine? will that end in favorable terms as well?
she reaches for his arm, pressing her face in it.]
Come, my love.
[her hand in his and her steps quick and silent. the few guards that they find are put to sleep before they can see them coming (entropy is still hard, if she were here--) (the wound, it will never close, not really) and when they reach her bedchamber the assassin is still there, a cheeky grin to keep her fear at bay, to contrast the Queen's solemnity.]
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uniform bundled inside the cloak, he slips his hand into her small one (it was supposed to be never again, never again) and follows, smiling with excitement though knowing he shouldn't be. the humming in his ears doesn't stop until the door opens, Zevran's confident grin and stance ushering them in to see the grim queen.
he lets go of Seren's hand and takes a few steps forward without her. Anora intimidated him, but it's hard not to respect her - now, he's not scared. just...]
Anora, I'm... I'm so sorry. Making me king would have more problems than benefits. And I'd- You're incredible, but this. I wouldn't...forget the Commander. That's not fair to you as much as us. I hope you... You can understand and. I really, truly hope you can find your own happiness.
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But you'll rule in your own name now. That's worth at least a bit of trouble, wouldn't you agree?
[ the Warden-Commander intervenes softly, still standing behind the runaway King. Anora looks up then, livid and grey with eyes that could very well be either murderous or victorious and when she smiles-- ah, there's the lioness. but to her credit, when her attention falls on Alistair once again, one could say that they look almost civil.
I'll have you resign to the crown on paper as well if you don't mind. A formal oath pledging your allegiance to my rule would also be most welcomed-- trivialities at this point, since you are all so set on leaving, but I trust you won't mind indulging me. a faint chuckle then, Zevran finally moving to take post by Seren's side.]
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...It's that easy?
[he should maybe be ashamed at how quickly he moves forward, too eager to sign anything and everything. as he scratches his signature on some papers and makes a statement of pre-coronation abdication on another, his eyes dart up at Anora with a ghost of a grin, speaking quietly.]
If it makes a difference, she was the one who came to me.
[he had been (reluctantly) ready to play the part chosen for him. he had even been willing to try to not just get along with Anora, but try to at least be friends. be able to work together, be willing to learn how to play at politics.
willing, even if it was never his wish.]
And she's right. Our 'selfishness' is probably going to end up much better for all of Ferelden, let alone all of us involved.
[he casts his eyes down, finishing the end of his statement, lowering his voice even further, for Anora's ears only.]
I wouldn't want to be another Cailan to you.
[even if he would have been faithful, out of his own morals. even if he would have tried to be friends. even if he would have tried to love her. there are no guarantees for such things.]
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[it goes in tandem with the queen's irritated sigh. she throws one quick dirty look towards the warden and her assassin before returning her attention properly to the man and the documents. What comes next will be nothing sort of easy, I assure you, but that is not for you to deal with. her irritation does not melt away, but for a moment it seems to be set aside in favor of something that although it isn't warm or entirely friendly, it nevertheless seems to soften something in her.
You are your own man, Alistair. And I do believe you a good one at that. and perhaps they could have been happy, in a future where she's not carrying too many dead men inside. You will need to go into hiding or leave Ferelden for a while, and you-- eyes hardening and eyebrows raising. Seren bows, looking back at the woman with serious eyes despite her smile. You will return shortly. I won't be dealing with this entirely on my own, and there are matters concerning the Warden's situation that we still need to resolve, Commander.]
Naturally, Your Majesty.
[and even with all her immense self-control, she can't quite avoid looking a bit pleased at that. nor does she hold back the faint smile that graces her face as she offers a hand to her almost-husband. Maker guide you, warden.]
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he turns and takes Seren's hand with a warm smile, looking to Zevran and clapping a hand on the rogue's shoulder with a more lopsided one.
and then...he stops, tugging at his rose to wait. he can't help but turn back, unable to describe what he feels at the moment, what compels him to turn back to Anora, smiling.]
Thank you.
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gently, firmly, she tugs on the hand of her lovers and holds the assassin's with the other, three shadowy figures entering the night. That went rather well. a casual remark that makes her smile and relax her grasp on both men.]
Hopely it'll stay that way at least until we get out of Denerim.
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Where are we going to head, anyway?
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[she kisses his hand, squeezing it tightly.]
Zev will take you to one of our old camping sites. I'll join you after a few days, with news of what comes next.
[One new thrilling adventure, yes? Never fear, my Warden, I will keep our good fellow in one piece for you. with a smirk and a kiss for her own hand, pulling them towards the servants' quarters, blissfully deserted at this hour.]
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[that would probably be smartest to help an almost-king flee to safety; but numbers would be a greater wall in the meantime...
he follows, trying to keep looking around for anyone who might spot them, but...the fact that they keep finding no one is starting to unnerve him.]
Did you do something, Zevran...?