Alistair knows swooping is bad. (swoopingbad) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-26 20:49:00 |
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Alistair had been in Storybrooke for a month and still had no idea what he was doing. All of his life he had never had to think about what he wanted to do or what to do with himself. Growing up in the chantry his path had been laid out before him as a Templar. Then Duncan had came and saved him before he ended up with a fate he was ill suited for and made him a Grey Warden. As a Grey Warden he had found a purpose. And then next thing he knew Neria and Eamon were making him king and that's how he had been spending the past several years. Now he didn't have a purpose and Alistair was lost. It seemed that everyone was finding a place and something to do but him. During his years as king it wasn't usual for Alistair to sneak out and spend time with his people in the local taverns and now he was finding himself in another one. In Isabela and her fellow pirate's tavern. Even the former ship captain had found a place here. Alistair couldn't help but be a little jealous. He wasn't even sure how he stood with Neria, let alone how he stood in his own life. Speaking of Isabela, Alistair spotted her walking through the bar. He was sitting at a table in the corner with his feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair, and nursing his drink. Alone. Oh how the mighty had fallen. "Wench! Another ale," he called out to her. |