You/Jowan
You never thought you'd see him again. You thought the Chantry would kill him, 'dispose' of him for what he'd done.
So why were you here now, after everything was supposed to be over and done, after the archdemon was slain and Alistair was on the throne, why were you here, twirling a flower, musing about him?
About Jowan.
"I—I'm scared, Jowan." The templars had seemed so much bigger then, when you first arrived at the Tower. Always watching, stern and solemn.
"I'll protect you! I'll stay with you always!" He exclaimed, his eyes earnestly searching your face.
"You mean it?"
"Of course! I'd never leave you!"
But that was before. Promises made when you were young.
You both grew older, and though you remained best friends, it seemed that was all that you would ever be, much to your chagrin.
But you did your best to hide your disappointment, and encouraged him instead.
If things had been different…
So lost in these thought were you that you couldn't hear the footsteps on the stone floor until their owner was near.
And then, there he was.
His dark hair was a bit longer, messier, and his eyes were weary, but he was still Jowan.
"(Y/N)." You missed that voice.
You stood slowly, hardly believing he was real. The flower fell forgotten on the floor.
You both sort of… fell towards each other, and the next thing you knew, you were in his arms gazing up at him.
He cupped your face in his hands, drawing you nearer to him.
"I…I thought you were dead…" you breathed.
He gave a rueful smile, "guess I caught a lucky break, then."
Heads slowly move forward and lips tough gently.
You pull apart a moment later, finding it hard to catch your breath to speak. "I—you never said—"
"You never showed any…inclination. I assumed…"
"And I assumed…"
You stared at Jowan, before letting out a shaky laugh.
"So…this…we could have been doing this earlier if we had just…told each other?"
You shook your head, (hair color) hair flying. "It would have been so easy." You mused.
"And…now that we know…" he began.
Your laughter dies as you're brought closer.
Lips meet again, stronger and without hesitation, and you can't help but think that this is what you were waiting for.
And finally, after all the blood, the tears, the loss, you felt…whole.
Complete.
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(A/N) Eh. This one is kind of weak. I'll make another Jowan/Reader Insert. A better one.
This is first of its kind.
I'm planning on making one for Alistair, Zevran, Cullen, and maybe Leske.
Requests are open~
Jowan belongs to Bioware, in the way of Dragon Age: Origins, but I wish he'd belong to meeeee~