A/N: To keep you guys occupied lol. I thought this would be adorable. =D
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Alistair couldn't believe how many miserable refugees there were in Lothering. He'd heard the stories of course, about what a Blight could do to the land, but he'd never imagined this…so much despair.
He trailed lightly behind Zaira and Morrigan, having more of an excuse to be silent now. His 2 day fog of sadness was lifted, but still clung to the edges of his mind. He wasn't sure it would ever leave.
Glancing around himself, he suddenly felt a little shallow. He at least, had a purpose, somewhere to go, a friend to rely on. These people had nothing, no one. No home, no money, no family even, for some of them. A sigh escaped him. The Blight was a horrible thing. It attacked everything, sometimes without even the darkspawn's taint. All of Ferelden felt the pain.
Something to the left caught his eye. Checking to see that Zaira was talking to a young child by the bridge, he bent down to examine his finding. A rose. The garden it rested in was abandoned, gnarled and twisted…but the rose still bloomed, a perfect flower, rich in it's red coloring. Unable to help himself, Alistair reached forward and took it from what would have been it's gravesite. In just a few days the darkspawn would reach this place…he couldn't let something so perfect and beautiful be destroyed along with everything else.
Hearing laughter from his companion's direction he swiveled his head back to the right, to see Zaira smiling at something Morrigan had said. This happened to bring the rose into his vision as well, and a comparison of the two formed in his head.
They were the same.
Zaira laughing and smiling was a beautiful thing, as precious as the rose he held now.
Turning back slowly with a surprised expression on his face, he gazed at the flower in wonder, and began gently tucking it into a small box. Such a strange thing to realize in a place such as this. Zaira was…something to be protected and cared for. She had her own thorns, that much was sure – he'd never seen anyone fight quite the way she did. But she was still a creature worthy of so much more than what she had…and he wanted to give it to her. Anything she wanted.
"Alistair?" Alistair looked up from placing the box in his back at Zaira's call. "Are you ready? I want to get moving soon."
He was silent for a moment before a slightly amused smile came across his face, unseen even by her. Rising, he responded:
"Your desire is my command."
A/N: Lol, this so wouldn't happen. I know he doesn't say that line for quite a while but still. I still keep imagining him looking over my shoulder going "Erase that! This is what really happened."
A short one shot not really worth your time lol. I might add more one-shots into this as they pop into my mind.