{ 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.