a summer flower

with the heart of winter. A Roleplay blog for a Dragon Age OC, Cecelia Cerelien, a dalish apostate who was banned from her clan, who escaped from the circle, and has a spirit for a companion.

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[cerelien]

Cecelia & Iron Bull | Teamwork

[cerelien]

Cecelia looked at Bull and decided to take him for his word. He did save her in there after all. When they got closer, she couldn’t help but watch the other chargers. Sure, she could probably make her way out of the mess if she got into trouble, but she was’t quite certain about it at that moment, considering how drained she was of her energy.

All she needed to do was discuss the price and the split and how it was going to happen, and then she’d leave and figure everything else out. The last thing she expected, however, was him taking her to the fire and giving her food, and shelter for that matter. If they were going to kill her, they would have done that by now, she figured. So she gave Bull a tired, reserved smile. “Thank you, for this.” Cecelia was definitely not used to hospitality, being on the run and all, so this was a welcome change.

[gaatlokandsaarqamek]

The Qunari dropped down next to her with a loud huff, a bowl of his own and a tin cup full of water in easy reach. “It’s not that big a deal. I hate to say it but I probably would have been in deep shit if you hadn’t been there. Those barriers are a handy thing.” He spooned some of the stew into his mouth and took a moment to savor it before he spoke again. “So for tonight you sit with us and we worry about work shit in the morning.”

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“It wasn’t all me, though,” she told him, poking at her food with the spoon. “I can think of a time or two when a big tough guy would have been useful,” Cecelia joked, starting to eat. The elf looked up at the group of people around her and she couldn’t help but wonder just how they all got together. It was a very diverse team. 

Cecelia soon gave in to her exhaustion and she slept in whatever space she could. She knew that she was safe for the time being. In the morning, the elf followed the Chargers back to the village to find the man that had set out the bounty. Cecelia wasn’t sure how the reward was going to be, but either way it was a good fight, and that in itself was worth the trip. It was time to see if the book was, too.

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Cecelia & Iron Bull | Teamwork

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gaatlokandsaarqamek:

Bull gave here a look. “They wont shoot unless I want them to. So unless you suddenly decided to attack me, you’re safe.” Still, he walked on ahead and a chorus of cheers went up from the Chargers when they saw their boss was unharmed. Krem was still watching her out of the corner of his eye as Bull explained what had happened, but it went as Bull said. Nobody made any moves to try and harm Cecelia or to accost her.

Before long, Bull was dragging her towards the fire and placing a bowl of stew in her hands. “For tonight, you’re here with us. We’ll figure this all out tomorrow.”

Cecelia looked at Bull and decided to take him for his word. He did save her in there after all. When they got closer, she couldn’t help but watch the other chargers. Sure, she could probably make her way out of the mess if she got into trouble, but she was’t quite certain about it at that moment, considering how drained she was of her energy.

All she needed to do was discuss the price and the split and how it was going to happen, and then she’d leave and figure everything else out. The last thing she expected, however, was him taking her to the fire and giving her food, and shelter for that matter. If they were going to kill her, they would have done that by now, she figured. So she gave Bull a tired, reserved smile. “Thank you, for this.” Cecelia was definitely not used to hospitality, being on the run and all, so this was a welcome change.

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“Who did this?” asked Cecelia, seeming livid. She was hardly ever angry, but her nostrils flared and concern burned in her eyes.

He pulled at the brim of his hat as if he were trying to pull it down to cover his face. His movements were twitchy and nervous as if he were going to flee at any moment. “The Templar said I was a demon! But I’m not. I’m not! I do not possess, I do not trick or torture! I do not make deals or deal in deception! I am me! I am Cole!”

[cerelien]

hatsanddaggers:

“You…will help me?” It was odd to be on the receiving end of such help. And the thought made him feel…warm. Her Compassion echoed her thoughts to him and he smiled. “I would like that. It would be nice to have a…a friend to help me.”

His smile quickly grew somber however. “But don’t let them hurt you when they hurt me. Be careful, cautious. I will not be the cause of someone’s hurts.”

Cecelia smiled warmly when she saw his. Seeing the boy smile brought flowers to any scenery. She kept her hands at his arms as she listened to him speak, and only when he told her to be careful did she squeeze them gently.

“The only one who will end up hurt is them,” she told him, “If not by me, then by something else, for being so close minded to accept the world as it is now. And Cole,” she leaned down a little to meet his eyes through his hair and under his hat, “If ever you need my help, you only need to ask.”

[cerelien]

dirthmaharelllan:

He nodded. “‘Tis,” he replied, “A very big place. Lots of life. Easy to get lost,” and he tilted his head to the other side, “An effect which can either be extremely fortunate or much less so, depending. I usually find it to be a bit of a relief.”.

He glanced up to check on the rest of their party. Their companions had started to wander off in different directions, seemingly intent on doing their own thing. The Inquisitor had been cornered by what appeared to be some noblemen and was busy chatting about something highly uninteresting. He nodded in their direction and returned his attention to her.

“Come,” he said, “I want to show you something.”.

Cecelia smiled at his words, glancing at him, but returning her eyes to their surroundings immediately. The place was rather large and beautiful and colorful, and they hadn’t even seen half of Orlais yet. They hadn’t even explored the entirety of the area yet.

When Solas invited her to go with him, she was visibly more excited. The elf couldn’t have been more of a little pup than that moment. She didn’t even try to remain professional anymore, her eyes traveled all over the place in urgency to see everything. All those years being preserved and keeping to herself most of the time, she never got the chance to explore the world, and when she did, she never took the time to enjoy it. Now, she could.

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Cecelia & Iron Bull | Teamwork

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gaatlokandsaarqamek:

He gave here a light shove. “Hey. No dying out here. Don’t jinx us like that. That ugly son of a bitch is stuck in there for a while and I don’t know about you but I don’t plan to stick around until it gets out. Besides, out here you can fry it without worrying about bringing the ceiling down on us. Besides we still need to get this book to that rich prick. Die on your own time.”

As they passed between some large boulders he caught sight of the light of a campfire up ahead. Good. Looked like the Chargers had stayed put and decided to wait on him.

The contrast of their forms was high enough that Cecelia stumbled a couple of steps at the contact. She chuckled lightly and listened to what he said, nodding in agreement. “That shit won’t be our problem anymore, and neither will this prick. I just hope that it was worth the trouble.”

When they got closer to the campfire his people had made, she felt a bit uneasy and she stopped. “Maybe... you should go first. You know, explain what happened and all, unless they’re not the type to shoot on sight.” It didn’t hurt to be a bit cautious, but in the end, Cecelia still didn’t know them, or him. She didn’t know if it was worth the risk, going with him into a group of people she’d never met, while being so damn tired.

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disappointment starters

“I thought you of all people would be different.” “This was supposed to be a fun day. You always ruin everything.” “Our flight’s been cancelled… there goes our holiday.” “I’m not angry. I’m disappointed.” “I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be disappointed.” “I can’t believe this. You always turn everything into such a disaster!” “I’m not disappointed in you, I’m disappointed in the situation…” “I can’t believe this is happening. Can nothing ever go right?!” “I’m so sorry to let you down. I know you were looking forward to this.” “You always let me down. You’re so unreliable.” “I’d expected a lot more from you.” “Stop being so selfish! You’re ruining everything for everyone.” “You’re such a disappointment to the family.” “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment. I know you expected more of me.” “That movie was so disappointing.” “Why is everything in life actually so disappointing? You get yourself excited every time, only to be let down, time and time again.” “You’re not disappointing! Just… surprising.” “I thought you cared about me. Someone who cares about someone else doesn’t let them down like you just did.” “You could’ve tried harder!” ”I’m not going to lie… I am disappointed.” “No no! You’re great, but the sex was just really disappointing.” “Honestly, you’re the biggest disappointment of my life.” “You weren’t there for me when I needed you. Why do you expect me to be here for you now you need me?” “I had higher expectations of this.” “I had higher expectations of you.”

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“Who did this?” asked Cecelia, seeming livid. She was hardly ever angry, but her nostrils flared and concern burned in her eyes.

He pulled at the brim of his hat as if he were trying to pull it down to cover his face. His movements were twitchy and nervous as if he were going to flee at any moment. “The Templar said I was a demon! But I’m not. I’m not! I do not possess, I do not trick or torture! I do not make deals or deal in deception! I am me! I am Cole!”

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hatsanddaggers:

“They don’t see! They don’t want to see! I help the hurts and make them forget, but they don’t trust me! They think I will turn on them, like Greed or Pride or Wrath. People call me ‘demon’, ‘it’, ‘thing’. Those words, they…they hurt.“

Cole was distressed. His purpose was to help those that were hurt. But what did he do when he was the one hurting? Who did he turn to?  

Cecelia didn’t know what to say. Her anger dimmed when she realized that she had better things to tend to than her own personal feelings. She did the first thing that came to mind.

She hugged him tightly and closed her eyes, mentally asking her own spirit for its input in presence. “Do you feel that? That’s another spirit, of Compassion, like you. It lives and helps and feels, like you. That purity, that’s you.” Cecelia pulled away and looked at him, “The good, the will to help... People don’t understand unadulterated and selfless deeds like yours, they don’t like different things, so they like to think everything is as they know. But they’ll know different, and you can help make that happen, and I will try to help if I can.”

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Cole and Cecelia | Kindred Spirits

[cerelien]

hatsanddaggers:

He slowly eased himself to the ground next to her. One of his hands extended, as if to touch her shoulder, but he hesitated. “You know, the Inquisition, they wouldn’t judge you. Wouldn’t turn you away. There are…others that find shelter there that might have been turned away. But they would not cast you aside. Don’t let your hurts become theirs too.”

He reached out to the Compassion he could feel within her, trying to help it soothe her. Something occurred to him and his voice softened. “If it would help, I could be there with you. Even if they sensed your Compassion, they would think it was me. You would be safe.”

Cecelia shifted and shuffled, trying to sit at a comfortable position, but finding none and wincing in the process. As he spoke, she paused in her movements and looked at him, trying to put together what he said. She tried to refer to her spirit for any meaning or reaction, but the spirit was comforting and calm, as the one in front of her was.

That’s what he was, a spirit. He even confessed it himself, and it made sense as to how he knew about her. She had little time to say or do anything about it, other than to accept his offer. Cecelia felt herself growing weaker and she looked at him desperately and nodded. “Okay...” she said, “I... trust you.” Strangely enough, she meant every bit of it. She felt the same sense of comfort and safety with Cole that she did with her spirit, all in the short moments she spent speaking with him.

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“Who did this?” asked Cecelia, seeming livid. She was hardly ever angry, but her nostrils flared and concern burned in her eyes.

He pulled at the brim of his hat as if he were trying to pull it down to cover his face. His movements were twitchy and nervous as if he were going to flee at any moment. “The Templar said I was a demon! But I’m not. I’m not! I do not possess, I do not trick or torture! I do not make deals or deal in deception! I am me! I am Cole!”

[cerelien]

Cecelia listened to him and watched him carefully, her heart aching when Cole said those things. She took a step forward and placed her hands at his biceps. “Yes! Yes you are, that’s who you are, you’re Cole, you’re you! Don’t listen to some stupid blighted Templar, he doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know the kind heart you possess, the pure and selfless want to help people, your kindness...” she said to him, attempting to smile and trying to lighten the mood of both of them, until she saw his face again. Seeing what that man did to Cole, it enraged her once again. No one spoke to Cole that way and got away with it. 

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Cecelia & Iron Bull | Teamwork

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gaatlokandsaarqamek:

Bull couldn’t help but agree as he started trekking towards where he hoped the others were. “Big guys like me don’t do so hot in caves anyway. As far as I’m concerned, that shit is best left for dwarves and spiders and darkspawn and whatever the hell actually likes living down there.”

What he really wanted to do was find his men, collect his payment for whatever this stupid book was supposed to contain, and then kick back for a few days. His leg really wasn’t enjoying all the running around he’d been doing, and he was pissed off in general.

Cecelia followed him as soon as he started walking, and she listened to him. For a good few minutes, the elf couldn’t stop staring at him. He was rather big for a Qunari, or at least compared to what she had seen. Still, he was pretty impressive in a tight spot, literally. A chuckle escaped her as he spoke. 

“Agreed, I’m more made for the open air. I’d rather do the dying out here rather than in there,” she sighed. Cecelia definitely felt the toll of their mission heavy on her shoulders and legs and every joint in between. She honestly couldn’t wait until they split their share and she could go about her way as usual.

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Cole and Cecelia | Kindred Spirits

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hatsanddaggers:

“You cannot heal. Cannot mend. Magic to defend and hurt but not heal.” Cole moved carefully to lean against the wall next to her. Close enough for discussion but not discomfort.

“But the healers would know. In the healing they would discover not one but two. Elf and spirit sharing one shape. Cannot let them know, cannot let them see. Like the Keeper and the Templars they would condemn. Better to endure an outer hurt than an inner one.”

He’d felt the spirit within her, the familiar whisper of Compassion echoing from her. But not the same, not quite. Her Compassion was quiet, feeling more than being. Thoughts but no voice.

Cecelia looked at Cole and wondered just how he knew all that, how he knew of her abilities and how he knew about the Keeper and the Templars and everything. She tried to move away, and to deny what she knew very well was the truth, but instead, she winced and fell back against the wall. Her hand gripped tightly at the left side of her abdomen, trying to contain the blood that was too far out to return.

“They can’t... know. I’ve handled this alone before, I can do it again, I just... I just need some rest,” she said, sliding against the wall to sit. A small sound escaped her as the pain shot through her body.

She honestly didn’t know if her spirit could help her on its own. Usually it helped her heal over time if it was uninterrupted, but this time she was bleeding too much. She may not have had a choice but to resort to a healer, but the idea still scared her.

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Cole and Cecelia | Kindred Spirits

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hatsanddaggers:

Pain, blossoming like a flower red and radiant. But hidden from the sun, from the eyes of those that would help. Hidden and buried and ignored. The feeling came from the elf woman. The woman that felt like an elf but not an elf, like an echo of the Fade but not.

Other hurts lingered there, but it was the physical pain that drew him to her like a moth to the flame. “You do not let them see. They could help, but you will not let them. You feel that you cannot let them, because they will know.”

Cecelia jumped at the sudden appearance of the boy, and she listened to him as he spoke. She felt something different about him, and this time her, not the spirit, and it was a sense of familiarity. She didn’t know how he knew so much about her but she didn’t ask.

Her spirit wasn’t acting out, it wasn’t giving her a headache or anything, it was very calm this time, and that was what worried her. At least that’s what she thought. A thin line of sweat covered her face and she felt the chill of the air take over every single small bead. She shivered, from the wound, and the cold.

“They have many other things to worry about, I can handle this myself,” she said, leaning against the wall of an empty, broken room inside an even more broken tower.

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Closed | Cold Ways

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justicander:

The reaction she gave was a relief. If there was any negative reaction to his name, there could have been trouble. Stop telling people your name, damn it. But instead, the smile she gave put him at ease.

“Cecelia. A pleasure.” he smiled back, reaching out and grasping her hand.

But wait, something seemed off when they touched? Why was he suddenly anxious? It was almost like Anders was not greeting Cecelia, but Justice greeting… someone else. He yanked his hand away from the woman.

Justice wanted to question her. Demand answers. But that would scare her, Anders argued. And these walls are thin, people would hear the yelling. But Justice had to know if she was a demon. And so they came to a compromise, all in the span of a split second. “I felt it.” When he spoke, it was quiet, barely audible over the crackling of the burning wood. “The one inside you.“

Everything was going well, the roommate Anders seemed to be nice, she was okay and getting warmer and ready for bed, everything was going just right. It was until he pulled his hand away from her that she felt uneasy and nervous again. She wasn’t sure as to why he had a sudden change of heart, but the spirit inside her seemed to think there actually was a reason. 

She tried to ignore the headache in her head, but when he spoke to her, her skin crawled and she froze. Cecelia slowly lowered her hand from its outstretched position, and she stared Anders in the eyes. The elf was almost tempted to resort to magic, feeling very threatened, or to leave immediately, until she realized. He knew she had a spirit inside herself, but how? Only when she asked herself that question, did she maybe question if he himself had any connection with the fade, and that was when her spirit calmed.

“And how does an ordinary traveler feel something like that?” Cecelia asked, looking him straight in the eye with no fear. There was no point in being afraid, because it wouldn’t help her, and she didn’t find a point in denying it, because no one accusing a stranger of something so random could be so right.