A/N: Hey, guys. This is the first thing I've written in years, I'm excited! It's the outcome of a prompt I got on tumblr - enjoy!
Lisanja stood on Soldier's Peak's battlements, looking over the mountainous landscape. It was snowing, tiny snowflakes landing on her fur coat and in her black hair.
Even after they had reclaimed Soldier's Peak, with Levi Dryden and his friends filling it with new life, the castle was gloomy. No wonder, considering the remote area in which it was located, the only inhabitants being a possessed Sophia Dryden and the centuries-old Warden Avernus.
If they she and Alastair survived the Blight- "Hey, watch out", she heard Alastair call out, then a snowball hit her hard in the face.
" Told you to watch out, didn't I?". Alastair was laughing loudly. "Oh, you just wait...", Lisanja murmured, grabbing the next fist full of snow. She formed a snowball, threw it - and hit his right shoulder. Alastair was still giggling intensely, so Lisanja threw another snowball at him, hitting his left knee.
When his laughing fit had ceased, Alastair straightened up, bridged the space between them with a few steps, wrapped his arms around Lisanja, and pulled her in closely. "Your aim is horrible, love.", he whispered and then kissed her deeply. Lisanja forgot her troubling thoughts as she returned the kiss.
