&. WARDEN COMMANDER

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THIS THOUGHT IS AS A DEATH WHICH CANNOT CHOOSE                  BUT WEEP TO HAVE THAT WHICH IT FEARS TO LOSE        ⏤⏤⏤⏤  selective fantasy-based multimuse. ( temp. psd. )

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hi, mairi’s movin to a multimuse whenever i finish it, i’ll update yall on vic’s blog when the time comes, bye djfghjfkd

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theodora.

                  mind is in a FOG and slender fingers rise to throbbing temples, attempting to soothe the pain emitting. there’s a part of her that screams to leave for her warm private chambers & not do something foolish…something that will be regretted and probably have josephine scolding her for. but theodora is annoyed and the words of the other woman only seek to make agitation grow. “i am blessed by ANDRASTE herself,” finger jabs the chest of the woman, “i don’t think even a pig would bless your miserable hide.” a laugh, shrill and most unbecoming quakes. “don’t m’dear, i am more than capable of handling the next blight. i shall stun the archdemon with my beauty…which you could never possibly do!!” 

                ❝ no, you’re right. i don’t stun enemies, i kill them. like an actual warrior. ❞  mairi scoffs, eyes rolling, now more amused by the conversation than annoyed. the inquisitor is comparable to a child, one throwing a tantrum because she didn’t get presents at someone else’s birthday party. with such a terrible attitude, and disregard for others, its a wonder she’ll have anyone at her side by the end of this. at least mairi had enough sense to direct her anger in the right direction, when it was her time. oh well. the inquisitor will see what good andraste and beauty bring her when she’s face to face with her foe, alone and without a prayer. ❝ and you’re right, i wasn’t blessed. that’s the difference between us. you need the push of a prophet to make yourself useful. i just was. ❞

             eyes flicker downward at the jab, pointedly, before she begins to push her way past, uncaring. ❝ now, if you don’t mind, i’m more than happy to exchange your company for a drink, instead. i can only take so much childish babbling. ❞

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Lexa in 2.10 | Octavia in 3.01

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later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt?

it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.                

                                          - Warsan Shire

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litriu.

“- Basically,” the elf replies, tone just as clipped. “And perhaps they should- were they in their right minds, and it currently not outlawed by your governing head to be a Warden.” Traitors- implicated, blamed for the death of that human king. 

Disgusting. Humanity disappoints her again. it would seem. The prickling, sharp tongue of the other does not draw a reaction of any sort from the elf, other than her gaze, which is as inscrutable as ever it has been. 

“I believe you know the truth of what they could do.” Gentle as a thornbush, those words, despite the softness of her rasping voice. She never spoke loudly, and rarely even looked directly, at the other- every gaze a sideways glance, or obscured by hanging, messy red locks. 

“But by all means, do as you feel best. I’ve spoken my piece.

      jaw tightens and locks, mairi cringing at litriu’s words. she’s well aware of what people can do, if they have enough incentive. she gave a quick look around the area, eyes scanning anyone who dared look at them for too long. despite her outward look, she continued to speak only to the other, though her voice raised somewhat. ❝ anyone who wishes to do anything is certainly welcome to try it. ❞

      then, her head shook, eyes rolling. ❝ and none of our governing heads seem to know what they’re doing, especially now. they’ll understand once the blight is really running rampant, and they have a grand total of three wardens to defend against it. ❞ hopefully the current state of politics would be changed before then, though. it would be, if all went according to plan. 

      ❝ don’t hold yourself back though. i ...  ❞ she tried to relax herself, all too aware of how angry she seemed all of the time. ❝ i do appreciate hearing everyone’s take on things, believe it or not. i just don’t think anyone will give us any trouble, if they’ve a mind. ❞

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taeyung.

     peaceful? warden mahariel did not know the meaning of the word peaceful. not with the life she leads, what with the blight and all. still, she wasn’t sure if she would prefer an uneventful existence either. whatever her preference, she winked at her companion and nudged mairi’s arm with her own as they walked.  “ ah, but what’s the fun in peace with all of this wonderful chaos, ” she asked, arms raised and gesturing to the busy denerim market. never mind the fact she knew cousland was not as big a fan of noise as she herself was. silence, especially too much of it, was simply maddening.  “ i love when people speak. there’s always something to learn from someone. even if it’s useless information. ”

       the nudge earned taeyung an immediate scowl, a sideways glance through narrowed eyes. mairi was glad that was as far as it went, and that it ended quickly, for had she lingered too close; the warden would have earned herself some rather choice words. her head shook. ❝ i can’t recall a time when chaos was ever fun. ❞ chaos seemed the opposite of fun, to her. ( unless she was the one causing said chaos, of course. ) a hand raised to rub her face, a tired sigh leaving her. ❝ and there’s no point wasting time on useless information. it is useless. ❞

       her scowl then turned icy, and switched from taeyung to glare directly into the eyes of a dwarven merchant, who’d been yelling about his ‘fine crafts’ since they arrived. she looked as though she was ready to end his life with all the market watching. ❝ but i suppose not everyone with useless information can know when to shut up. some people are born annoying. ❞

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hi ill probably do writing here tomorrow bc today i was dealing with the raid on my inbox over on @lostson lmao

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diem.

          Diem looks… oddly excited, trying to scoot closer and leaning further over the table pointing a fork at her, “Oh you were so young!” She hates to admit that she knows little to nothing about the Hero of Ferelden, simply because her father was a firm believer that it was all a hoax. Now that she was sitting across from Diem, alive and in the flesh, she might poke around. See if she might… learn something, “No no, it doesn’t matter. I was just curious. So you’re not much older than I am?” She sets her fork down and uses both hands to prop up her chin, eyes wide.

          “What’s it like? Being a hero?”

             what a strange line of questioning, this is. mairi’s unsure if the inquisitor is about to ask for enthusiastic advice, or if she’s really just that curious. ❝ yeah, only by a few years, i think. ❞ she takes another bite of food while speaking, slowly forgetting her manners once again. when she sees the way diem is looking at her, and listens to the further questioning, it makes her somewhat uneasy. she’s used to being put on the spot every now and then, but this feels somewhat ridiculous. 

          and she doesn’t want to say ‘uh’ for a second time, but she does, knowing well her mother would have scowled at her for it. ❝ its ... i mean, its shitty, for the most part. maybe you haven’t gotten to that bit yet. ❞

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 vyn.

      when vyn felt the snout against her side, she knew it was over. if the dog noticed, everyone noticed. so-long, status as a deadly agent of lady nightingale! greetings to a long life of humiliation, all due to her own hubris!

      placing her palms flat on the wooden floor, she pushed herself up, onto her knees, and then swiftly to her feet; mindful of the old hound beside her. she flipped her hair out of her face, a hand finding its way to rest on her hip as she looked around the tavern—and then to mairi.

         " was it funny, at least? “ she asked, sheepish, that other hand running through her hair now, mussing it up at the crown.

          incredible ! no sign of an excuse. there went her figurative ten gold, lost to her figurative bet with her friend that wasn’t even present. she felt as though she owed someone anyways, just because of how wrong she’d gotten it. perhaps she’d give it to this kid, let her buy some sturdier shoes. 

                         she decided against suggesting that. 

        instead, she shrugged, trying hard to hold back the delighted smirk attempting to steal its way onto her face. ❝ funny enough. someone in the corner started choking on their drink because of it. ❞ and then, again, some form of instinct pushed its way through. though the other wasn’t nearly as young, this still reminded mairi of a time oren had fallen and sprung back up like it was nothing. ❝ i take it you didn’t hurt yourself ? ❞

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theodora.

                  “ugh.” the wine is cheap and suddenly tastes sour upon her tongue. who would allow such inferior drink here? she will certainly have a word with whomever owns this establishment. should the inquisitor not have the best? “this is MY tavern, and i do have a say in who comes & goes. my inquisition cannot be full of common riff raff.” another long gulp. it tastes better…somehow. “besides, wardens have no place in here any longer. you’re a relic of the past, m’dear.” 

             gaze flickers back to the inquisitor, now fiery and venomous, head tilting further as eyes widen. all of her instincts are violent in this moment ; get a glass, start a real fight, throw a punch, do something. but ... no. she’s not the child she was ten years ago, she has more sense now, self control. this drunk fool wasn’t quite worth her strength, not yet. ❝ at least i’ve done something of substance important enough to be a relic. we’ll see how you fare with your ...  ❞    she motions towards theodora’s drink. ❝ work. ❞ part of her almost wishes there would be a sudden attack, just to see if theodora could manage. ❝ and you know, you’re more than welcome handle the next blight on your own, if you wish. ❞

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lily.

          ❝ you’re not slowing us down. ❞ she paused to get a little closer to her sister and make sure no one else heard them.  ❝ if i’m being honest, it seems like we’re going to take some time to… get this all over with. ❞ what with going to all those places and asking all those people for help. if the CIRCLE proved anything, it wasn’t going to be easy. sometimes lily wanted to just quit. grab her sister and GO and never look back. get to howe and avenge her family, once and for all.

          but she couldn’t. it would just create ONE MORE PROBLEM. and the thought of leaving alistair to handle all of that on his own actually made her feel horrible.

          ❝ yes, i’m sure, don’t worry about me. ❞ don’t make me think about it.  ❝ so… what do you think of the ‘gang’ so far? ❞ she decided to change the subject to something a bit more LIGHT HEARTED.  ❝ what’s your gut feeling? ❞

           it was good to hear she wouldn’t be slowing them down, but even so, the last thing she wanted to do was take time, and rest more. the less she was doing, the more she let her thoughts consume her. better to be out there doing something, she felt, thoughts couldn’t ring through if she was swinging her sword. 

           but she was glad for the topic change, though not sure how to really answer the question. a shrug took her shoulders, and for a moment, there was some small semblance of ease in her expression. ❝ my gut feeling is that alistair can’t cook. ❞ she let out a miniature chuckle in the form of one huffed breath, before squinting at the others in the camp.

        ❝ really, though ? i don’t know. we don’t know these people, not really. ❞ part of her often wondered if one of them would try and kill them in their sleep, specifically the one who had tried to kill them already. ❝ its weird to be carting around with strangers all the time. do you like them ? or at least ... trust them ? ❞

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amrita.

             she had expected some kind of rejection – they have been traveling together for months now and mairi has shown no sign of warming to any of her companions – but it still stings when the other girl snatches her hand away. amrita’s hands are forming an apology immediately despite knowing it will not be understood, and when she settles herself by the fire she does so far enough away that she hopes it will restore some semblance of comfort for the other. in response to the question she pulls a note from her pocket and carefully hands it over, bracing herself to insist when mairi inevitably protests.

                           let me take your watch tonight. you’re not sleeping enough and there’s more than enough of us to spare you for a full night. you need the rest.

        she reads the note and lets out a rather deep sigh, rubbing her face with her free hand. right. it was a kind gesture, all of this was, and she’d been a bitch about it, as usual. so this is who she is to be now. she doesn’t even feel that terrible about it, once she thinks on it. if anything, she hardly cares. it isn’t that bad, amrita will get over it. her head shakes, and very quietly she says  ❝ sorry, ❞  though its quickly done, more as a reflex than a genuine apology. 

       her head then shakes again, more vigorously in response, and she waves her hand in the air, as if waving the idea off.  ❝ i’m sleeping plenty. ❞ she replies, an obvious lie. sleeping hardly comes to her, at this point. ❝ and i’m fine to take my watch as usual. you just ... just worry about yourself. are you sleeping enough ? ❞

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ruby.

Survival is all well and good – Gods knew Ruby of all people wouldn’t snub the fact that Mairi had done just fine on her own. But the members of the inquisition were, as it seemed, no longer alone but something of a darling family – one she had yet to and likely never would become a part of. They didn’t have to survive on their own anymore. She quashed the envy before it grew too loud, and stepped closer to speak at a more comfortable distance. “Do make sure to credit me. It’s very important that I’m known as a benefactor to your health.” She grinned – an obvious joke this time, and more willing to be light knowing Mairi would be seen to.

           it seemed the conversation had taken a lighter turn. this was somewhat relieving, despite mairi’s lack of skill for jokes and jests. she was good at sarcasm, but not much beyond that. either way, a light conversation where she stumbles over her words was better than a tense and uncomfortable one, any day. her brows raised and she let out a low chuckle. ❝ right. i’ll make certain i march down there and proclaim you my savior, shout your name from the battlements. ❞ sarcasm seeped through in her tone, and she hoped it didn’t come off mean-spirited. and with the mention of names, she motioned at the other. ❝ though i can’t say i know your name to do that. ❞

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vic is takin up all my writing juice but im doin my 3 replies here 2NITE BABEY !