Well, here I go at my first attempt on a prompt - hope you all like it
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Staring at the mortally wounded Archdemon flailing on the roof of Fort Drakon, Alana Surana couldnt help but marvel at the power and beauty of the once mighty dragon, corrupted into the ultimate evil by the Taint. Planting her staff in the ground and leaning heavily against it to try and take some weight off of the leg broken during the long fight, she looked over with a tired smile at the blond templar trying to get up off the floor, the blood leaking from his broken nose and the crushed and dented armor doing nothing to detract from the attractiveness of Fereldens' new king. Raising her staff, she released a wave of healing energy out towards her companions before shuffling over to Alistair, murmuring once she got close enough "Well love, what now?"
Alistair looked over at her with a frown, thinking back to the night before the battle. They had refused Morrigans' ritual, and now Riordans' words were echoing in his mind. "Let me... there's no need for you to die. This is my duty, I should be the one to kill it." Pushing himself up off the floor, he grinned at her, his smile faltering as he realized what he was about to do. Swallowing the blood in his mouth, he let out a shaky breath before continuing, ignoring the shocked look on her face and her protests. "I never wanted to be king you know... but somehow, you managed to convince me that this absolutely crazy plan could work. I want to be a good king, and this right here is the best king I could be. Stopping the Blight before it could ever really begin... no one could blame me for that, right?"
Glaring at him and furiously wiping the tears gathering in her eyes, Alana stepped forward and looked up into his eyes, her hands reaching out to grasp at his gauntlets, wishing that she could feel the warm and calloused hands they protected, "That's not the reason you're doing this, and we both know it!" Almost as if he was reading her mind, he sighed and removed the armor and gently laid his hand on her cheek, moving his thumb tenderly over the scars, bruises, and cuts that she had accumulated since their journey together started over a year before. "You're right... you know how I feel about you. I can't let you die, not if I have a way to stop it."
Crying quietly, Alana threw herself forward against him, crying quietly and hugging his body close to hers. Her life in the Mages' Circle had never prepared her for the days following the Joining; battling darkspawn, diplomacy, religious zealots.. and falling in love. Looking up at him, she stood on her toes and kissed him passionately, one arm wrapped around his neck as she reached down to her belt and grabbed her knife. Pulling away from the kiss, Alana against met his eyes and whispered "I love you..." before hitting him hard on the back of his head with the handle of the knife, bracing herself to catch his body as he fell unconscious. Laying him down against the wall, she grinned through her tears and looked at the spluttering Leliana. "Being in love means you never have to say sorry. Make sure he knows that I loved him with all my heart... and that I know he'll be a good king."
Hugging the still shocked Orlesian and offering a salute to the ever stoic Sten, she dropped her staff after directing a healing spell at her leg and ran towards the Archdemon, grabbing a sword out of a Hurlocks corpse as she slid under the jaws of the beast and sliced down its' neck to chest. Glaring down at the dying Archdemon, Alana gave a great yell and stabbed the blade directly through its skull, crying out in pain at the sudden assault on her mind and eyes as a pillar of light flared towards the sky and an explosion threw her across the roof to slam into the parapets of Fort Drakon, her eyes open but their light extinguished.
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As the light cleared and the remaining forces of the Fereldan army rejoiced, up on the roof of Fort Drakon there were no celebrations or cheers. Only the sound of stunned silence from the companions of the Grey Warden and the sobs of the man who loved her. Cradling her body to his chest, Alistair stared down into the dull green eyes as tears ran down his face. "It was supposed to be me, you stubborn stubborn woman! Me! Why did you do this, how could you just leave me like this?" Closing his eyes, he bent his head forward into her hair and cried, angrily shoving away Eamon as he tried to drag him away from the roof and ignoring the comforting words Leliana tried to give him.
The Blight had ended, and he was king... but he would never have the one thing he wanted.