This is a prompt from the Kmeme, and since I am so new there and don't know how to post on that site correctly I brought it here. I will post my Hawke version tomorrow I think.

The prompt: saw this prompt on a few other kinkmemes and decided to drop it here!
"If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soulmate, would you want to know?"
so! everyone somehow has their own personal clock somewhere on them, like embedded in their in skin since birth because magic or its a futuristic!au or something, and it counts down until the moment they meet their soulmate
basically just using that premise do whatever with any pairing! op is not picky at al! : )

Mahariel wakes up to a world that is wrong. That mirror she and Tamlen found was tainted, tainted her, and then left her alone. Tamlen wasn't with her and hadn't been found. She awoke to the news that she would have to leave her clan for her cure, become a Grey Warden, and nothing in her life would ever be the same.

She awoke to a time, counting down, etched to the inside of her left wrist.

"Duncan, I can't recall having this before. It was there when I woke up, can you please tell me what this is?" she asks her future Commander after a couple of days of staring at the passing time. She frowned when Duncan gave her a confused and disbelieving look. "What? I've seen others with it and giggling over it, but they said I couldn't know because I was defective since I never had one."

"It is a countdown," he pauses and takes off his glove to reveal a wrist with no number, just like hers had been. "A countdown until you meet your soul mate. You said you never had one?"

"I didn't," Mahariel thinks back on her life. There were others that didn't have them. Bonded adults, quite a few of the more mature elves, and even some of the children. The difference was that they could tell you that they did have them, and they remember the exact day the numbers stopped. Merrill, Fenarel, and Maren had them. She, Junar, and Tamlen didn't have them, but then again, she and Tamlen never did.

"Oh," a heart shattering gasp rasps out as she puts the pieces together. Tamlen. She'd love him. Still did. She had no idea until recently that she held such affection for him, but… it all makes sense. Tamlen and her had been only days apart, he four days birthed before her. Her mother left her; of course she needed to be nursed by milking mother. She'd met Tamlen two days after birth and her time stopped.

"My… my time stopped when I was a babe. He, Tamlen is gone! My time started as soon as he was gone! Why? I'd rather it have never started again!" she cried out and mourned again, the loss of her first soul mate, gone too early.

She bound her wrist tight and never looked at the numbers again.

"I don't understand why you insist on helping fools caught in a trap," Morrigan chides Mahariel as they, Alistair, and Leliana run to help an ambushed caravan.

"I do," Mahariel answered and flinched when her wrist pulsed. Creators, that… tingles. Mahariel can feel her whole body come alive, the colors of the grass and leaves become greener, brighter. Her heart beats hummingbird fast and her wrist pulses again with clarity.

Nimbly and swiftly cutting her glove with her dagger, she sees her numbers.

'No.'

36..35..34..33

The seconds are rapidly descending and she wants to cut them with her dagger. She does not want to meet this one. She had her love, and he is gone.

A memory washes over her. Wynne told her just last night that it is ok to love again.

"I am not ready."

"It takes time to love again. Just because you meet them, does not mean you fall in love with them at first sight. Give it time, see what happens. Do what you wish, not what the numbers dictate."

She curses herself for not checking the time last night. She may have just stayed in camp today and avoided this altogether.

"Oh," Alistair starts beside her and Mahariel looks up.

'By the Dread Wolf, of course it's an ambush for us.'

Mahariel barely dodges from the falling tree.

"The Grey Warden dies here!" The armored elf in front yells.

'He's the leader. Get him.' She brings up her blades, and like a silent hunter, enters into the fray, blades swinging a combination of lightning and fire.

A giant pulse from her wrist wrenches her eyes to it, long enough to see

3

Brings her left blade to block his

2

He blocks her right blade headed for his legs

1

Meeting his amber eyes, the sorrow, the anger, the fear

00:00

Her time shines on her wrist at four zeroes, his a glowing reflection of hers. He looks disturbed at their frozen stance and matching numbers.

Clanging his blades away Mahariel does not go for his neck like she ought. She knocks him in the temple with her pommel. He goes down.

She will see who this one is that has stolen all her time.

I imagine the Crows making Zevran's clock not show so it wouldn't distract him. They didn't think he would live long enough anyway or actually have a soulmate that he would meet. The Crows cannot steal true love away though.