You never forget your first.
Alistair in DAO. My first rpg. I didn’t even understand that romance was part of the game, and was shocked when the sweet bumbling young warden started hitting on me. The whole romance was sweet, heartfelt, and very cute. I was having a silly good time with it all.
Then … the stupid bastard. He becomes king and breaks my elven heart by choosing Ferelden over our love. 😭😭 And I was furious. I did not want to talk to him ever again. My elf planned to leave Ferelden for good and find a nice elven hunter to forget that bastard prince and his cute little quips.
But we had a job to do first, and we did it…even tho I was heartbroken. I take him along to the final battle…what does he do? The stupid arsehole who broke my heart and left me a mess? He sacrifices himself for me by killing the archdemon. He just…ran off…sword held high…while I stood there horrified and helpless and sobbing.
It was marvelous. So much wonderfully cheesy and hamfisted angst. Loved it. 💚
Last edited by timebean; 08/03/23 12:57 AM.
