#i went off in the tags of the cinematic i reblogged earlier but for REAL there's a lot of little things in this trailer that are new!!

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The new trailer has injected hype straight into my veins (rip everyone who is tired of Varric narrating trailers feat. Solas, but I'm a sucker for both) and the art is just gorgeous as always so I took screencaps - figured I'd share in case anyone else wanted them!

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My Light

Masterlists: [All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer]  [Red Carpet Diaries]

Characters: Thomas Hunt, Alex Book: Red Carpet Diaries [Hunt x F!OC] Word Count:  ~850 Rating: General Prompt: lighthouse: @choicesaugustchallenge

Synopsis: Alex decides Thomas would make a great lighthouse keeper, but he sees a different story. Alex pictures what a different life for them could be. *Fluff with a bit of angst, meet-cute*

Alex flopped onto the couch in Thomas's office. "Have you ever considered being a lighthouse keeper?" She questioned curiously, resting her chin on the back of her hand.

Thomas peered over the top of the script he was reading. He inhaled thoughtfully for a moment, "No." Then, he returned to the task in front of him.

"Oh, come on!" Alex pressed. "It's a perfect job, especially for you."

He glanced at her once more, which only encouraged her to continue.

"The seclusion and solitude, the quiet, the natural beauty, the lack of technology." She smiled at him. "Oh! And you'd just look so amazing and handsome in a cable knit sweater all the time."

Thomas quirked his brow, watching as she rolled over, looking up at the ceiling, carrying on with her list.

"You'd get daily exercise going up and down the stairs. You could take Bogart with you. You'd need a companion, obviously, and we all know you adore him—Just think about all the cinematic views and scenes to inspire you. And the mood! Think about the melancholia—the drama—a romance among the waves." She sighed dreamily, shifting her attention back to him. "It would suit you well."

"Clearly, you've given this some thought," Thomas stated, putting down the script. "Any particular reason?"

She shrugged indifferently. "Maybe in a different life."

"Is that so?" He got up from his desk and moved beside her on the couch.

She nodded, readjusting to rest her head on his lap. "It could work."

"Perhaps." Thomas stroked her hair tenderly. "However, I believe it is you who dreamed of different careers."

Alex reached up, her fingers caressing the coarse hair on his jaw. Her body warmed being with him. "This is true. Hmm—lighthouse keeper Alex." Her lips pressed together as she reconsidered her narrative. "I took over as lighthouse keeper from my grandfather, who had been the keeper for more than fifty years."

"Naturally."

"The scent of the sea, the spray of the crashing waves, and the beautiful horizon brought me much joy, but there was a longing, a sorrow for something unknown." She took his hand, playing with his fingers as she considered what life may have been. "A thrill of exhilaration came over me when I heard a big Hollywood movie was filming nearby. Unfortunately, I couldn't join in on the excitement buzzing through the small seaside town because a sudden storm was brewing off the coast—the worst in decades. My journey toward something more would need to wait as I tended to the light. At the same time, this brilliant but technologically opposed luddite Hollywood director took a boat out, not checking the weather app to see the storm warning. He was too focused on his vision and scouting the perfect location. Before long, the sky darkened around him, and the waters rose. The turbulent ocean raged, and darkness threatened to swallow him. The sea cares not who a person is, or whether they are deemed important or not; it claims lives to remind those who survive of its power and fury. It must be respected and revered."

He stroked her cheek soothingly. Her mind was a beautiful thing. He hadn't been one to trust in fate or destiny, but she made him question that. No matter how inconceivable her stories might be, they still made him believe that no matter what happened, where they were, or what lives they led, they would always find each other because they were meant to be.

Her eyes glistened as she continued weaving her tale. "The director was lost at sea for more than a day, the newspapers already foretelling a tragic end. Lighthouse keeper Alex kept the beacon of light shining over the stormy waters, holding out hope. Late into the next night, as the moon peeked out from the clouds illuminating the cliffs surrounding the lighthouse, she noticed something shimmering on the stones. She hurried down from her post, carefully descending the rocky slope toward the source of the reflection—a first aid, safety blanket. She pulled back the reflective sheet to find the missing man, beaten and battered by the storm but alive. Somehow he had made it to her shore."

"Without his boat?" Thomas questioned, engaged in her narrative.

"Yes. The boat had been damaged from the waves earlier. He managed to grab the first aid kit and a life preserver before it went down. He floated on a piece of wreckage for a day, using the safety blanket to shield himself from the bitter gusts. He was about to give up hope and succumb to the sea when he saw her light. He wasn't sure if it was real or an illusion, but he swam, fighting to get to it, hoping it wasn't the end of the line. She saved him, and although once he recuperated, he returned to his life, thoughts of her remained. He returned to her time and time again, unable to stay away, until they realized they belonged together. Their love was a bond that no storm or force could break."

The skin around his eyes crinkled, the corner of his mouth curled up in adoration. He gently wiped the tears slipping from her eyes. "You'll always be my light—" His lips brushed softly over hers. "—my hope, my love, guiding me home."

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