Pretty

[jakia]

Title: Pretty

Summary: She was getting ugly, and she knew it. He still looked at her like the stars shined out of her arse, though. A look at how beauty is relative. Alistair/Cousland.

A/N: In which I subvert the Princess Cous-Cous trope, and then play it straight. Or do I?

Comments

[loquaciousquark]

Oh my GOODNESS this is adorable. I love that she has to come to terms with the fact that warriors/rogues don't get to stay pretty when they're on the front lines. The details about her appetite going to her hips vs. Alistair's muscle are fantastic, and I especially loved this line: "It couldn't be her outstanding morals, either. She lied, often. She stole regularly. And while she might be convinced to give a starving elf a gold piece, she didn't really consider that much of a service. Alistair was a downright saint compared to her."

It's amazing how much you can get away with in the game and still be considered a good person, haha. Loved this, and thanks for sharing!

[lostacanthus]

Wow! I am not the biggest fan of f!Cousland, but I love what you did here! :)

[la_libertine]

Lovely story! The last line had me all d'awwwwing like crazy.

[bamftastik]

Oh, very nice! So many different things to think about! And so cute too! :D

[lightlybattered]

Wow, I've pretty much been skimming over my F-list these days
and rarely - or well, never - click on links in comm journals now
but I'm so glad I did this time!

Awesome fic - I absolutely love it.
(Just brought all that Alistair-love right back! <3)