Simply because this is a great game that deserves fanfiction, and quickly! Even if it's just a bundle of oneshots. May contain spoilers for you who haven't played yet, be warned.
Allira is my redheaded city elf rogue.
She was standing in front of one of their fires, absently staring at it, deep in thought. Dimly she registered the chill of the wind against her bare midriff, noting to herself that her Dalish armour was perhaps not made for colder climates.
Her head, and her heart too, was filled with thoughts of Alistair. He confused her to no end, with his human, carefree ways. He always joked, when she tried to get straight answers, and most often she got riddles instead, where the answer was hidden deep beneath the layers of talk. Just like that discussion of lampposts in winter.
She could feel herself blushing, just as he had, when they had that particular discussion. It was silly, he was only jesting, and she had no idea what he really felt. She was a city elf brought up in an Alienage, and even though she had been about to enter into an arranged marriage, she had no idea about love.
Allira sighed deeply then, and shivering again.
And nearly jumped out of her skin, when something soft and warm brushed her bare back, just under the edge of the upper armour. She twisted and came face to chest with Alistair.
Damn him for being so freakishly, humanly tall!
She raised her eyes to meet his, and somehow could find nothing to say. He was standing close and she could make out little flecks of green in his eyes. His hand was still resting against her bare back, and even though some sort of shock seemed registered on his face, he did not move it.
"So soft…"he murmured in a low voice, his eyes wandering over her face, almost hungrily. Allira could feel her heart skipping every other beat, as if doing some sort of exotic dance. Her breath came out rather shakily.
"Alistair?" She murmured back, finding nothing else to say, but still needing some sort of confirmation that he was not a stranger, that he was still Alistair even in this strange moment filled with emotion she did not know.
He did not answer, but moved his large, warm hand over her chilled back, back and forth. He still had not looked away from her face.
Jac barked, the sound echoing in the night, followed by a sharp comment from Morrigan.
It broke the magic of their little encounter, whatever it was to be called. Alistair took his hand away as if burned by fire. Allira stepped away so quickly she almost fell over, rogue or not.
"I… you had some blood stains on your back…" Alistair said in one rushed breath. "Probably since that battle with the big bad mage and all, and I'll just be over here."
He took himself off, far away in the shadows of the other side of the fire. So far, so she could barely make him out in the shadows. Allira sighed.
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