A dragon age au where half-elves look like, well, half-elves.
Alistair, kinda scrawny with little points to his ears, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin around all the big, buff human warriors.
Right up until he falls in love with the elven warden, who he finds so beautiful he can’t even remember why he ever disliked those features in himself.
Alistair worrying that maybe he’s too human for her, when he’s always been too elven for everyone else.
Tabris having an actual reason to let herself trust this man; she knows too well what human men do to elven women, but Alistair isn’t human.
Mahariel trying to help Alistair get in touch with his roots because she thinks it’s tragic that he’s been raised away from even the city elves.
Isolde being even more cruel towards Alistair because she thinks Eamon cheated on her for an elf.
Alistair being doted on by the elven servants at the castle but even more hated by his classmates as a templar recruit than ever.
Alistair gutturally horrified by what happens in the Denerim Alienage.
Alistair asking Zevran less questions about the Crows and more questions about elves in Antiva.
Alistair in the market with Eamon as a child and being mistaken for a servant.
Alistair’s racial background being part of his character instead of just a hinted bit of trivia the devs confirmed years later.