{ Ass-umptions }
"…You were totally staring at my butt, weren't you."
"I- I was most certainly was not, that would be utterly ridiculous, highly implausible, there is absolutely no reason for me to even be-"
"It's okay, Querl, I like your butt, too, it's a lot cuter~."
{ Lyrium Memories }
He awakes to force, roughly shaken and for a moment, half-asleep half-awake, Querl reaches for the Fade to fry whoever it is before - before he realizes. Her face is frantic, eyes wide, fear setting in as she questions where are they - 'Maker, the children, Querl, I don't see them anywhere!' He sighs, taking her hand, and explains the years that have passed and been lost - as he has every morning this week.
{ Bent and Broken }
The first time she takes credit for his work, he hits her, and breaks his hand. There is cursing, tears, and a rush to the hospital. (His embarrassment, afterwards, when he learns it was because he was holding his hand wrong, is cute enough to deserve a kiss.)
{ Age }
He buries her by the coast. It's a tomb fit for a Queen - fit for Galadriel herself, if she ever needed one - beautiful, serene, marble and gold, hiding the aged face beneath. When the world ends and time itself fades, the flowers surrounding it show the care of a tender hand.
A/N: In order: Canon, Dragon Age AU, Arranged Marriage AU, and LOTR AU.