The Spirit

Independent DA: Inquisition Cole

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Back after like 10+ years or something lmao but not gonna be a strictly RP account anymore - this is my new personal since I got locked out of my other account. Cheers!

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What's it like being a person? Is it different from being a spirit? Is it like being a demon?

    ❝No.❞ The response to her last inquiry was abrupt and without hesitation, though there was no heat in the rogue’s voice— simply firm resolution. Cole tilted his head to the side as misty blues gazed up at the demon from under the brim of his floppy, oversized hat, crouching form still and unmoving despite the dangerous presence before him.

    Cole was aware of the animosity and bitter enmity associated with most demons, but beyond that typical hostile nature he could sense a true curiosity behind the questions she posed. ❝It’s different.❞

    His eyes cast downwards once more, lithe digits returning to their prior motion as he aimlessly shifted the sand at his fingertips.  ❝People are more. Never staying certain, always frantic and ever-changing, not like you or me but expanding— I feel it, their thoughts a knotted mass of chaos, hurt tangled deep but there is also good. It’s never just one way.❞

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(  axquitas )—

     Instinct had him reaching for his staff at the voice,        and as soon as his fingers wraps about the familiar        wood he stills and stares.  The boy, Cole they call        him.  But he can tell the difference, in his chest, in        his head, Justice is stirring with something close to        displeasure.

     It’s distracting enough that he misses most of what        the Spirit in front of him is saying, but he catches        the last of it.

     “ – I’m sorry? “

     Was he talking about Justice?  Anders had definitely        noticed a difference in their years or traveling, but        he’s certain it’s his anger that’s driven the change.

     There was a pause, a brief moment of silence between the two as Cole observed, eyes locking onto curling digits before darting upwards, locking gazes with the Mage though also looking past and beyond. Foggy blues seemed faded, more so than usual as the rogue stared, and he wasn’t watching Anders anymore, but rather looking through him, body tense and wary from the anger that bubbled within.

     The vengeful spirit called Justice may have been peaceful once before but now it was nothing more than a malicious creature of Vengeance, presence scalding hot and burning like wildfire within. ❝It’s charring, marking with chalked black in a clustered mass— you’re smart, though. You can see, if only a little, even though it smears the sight with clouds of ash. You know what it has become.❞

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( rebelliontales )—

  This was not easy for Sera by any means. There were many reasons   she always found Cole to be “creepy”, and by no means was is truly   his fault. To Sera he was something unknown, something she had   never been exposed to until joining with the Inquisition. Things of   spirits, demons, mages, she never quite knew until she joined; wasn’t   it normal to be apprehensive? Many around Skyhold, like Vivienne,   said Cole was a demon, and Sera found herself scared. No, he’s a   spirit - still scared. No, he’s here to help and does not mean any   harm, that’s what calmed her.

  And, he does talk strange as where his mannerisms, but many said   that about Sera as well. She was strange to many because of her   background, who she WAS. But, Cole did not judge her for that, all   he wanted was to be a friend, help her in any way he can. If there   was anyone here that accepted Sera - it was Cole. She needed to   understand that, and it would take time, but it would happen.

 ‘I do prefer talkin’, yeah..’ She replies, ‘Quietness makes me  uneasy. Makes me wonderin’ if I said somethin’ wrong or if they’re  thinkin I’m,’ Cut short, she shrugs it off; weird ( she wanted to  say weird ). ‘Who’d you make ‘em with?’ She questioned, taking  the crumbs, even if thin brows are drawn with confusion. Clutching  fist close, she holds them in her hand. Maybe to feed to birds?

 ‘I think you care ‘bout everyone.’ Which isn’t a negative, form taking  a seat once they stood on the roof beside her nook. It was warm  here, despite the snow that surrounded them. The sun would shine  on them and they could see over Skyhold, made her feel warm,  ‘That’s not bad though, it’s rare.’ Smile is given again, hand opening   to eye at the crumbs, ‘Is that a raisin?’ Cue a disgruntled noise.  

     Cole absently watched Sera react to the pruned fruit as he lost himself in thought, pondering her words for a few moments as he reflected on what their other companions had said on the matter— in particular, what Solas’ words had been. Apparently entities such as himself were very rare indeed, and while it saddened the rogue to know that there were so few kind and helpful beings in the world, it also made him that much more determined to help as much as possible to make up for that fact. Though he often thought on how beautiful the world could be if only everyone could care about one another.

     Thin lips tugged up in a slight smile once more and Cole turned his gaze up towards the sky, watching the clouds drift in the breeze as he spoke, voice soft and barely above a whisper as he did so. ❝I like living and being and feeling— but if everyone was kind and cared for each other then they wouldn’t need help. I wouldn’t exist but I think it would be better that way. Everyone would be happy, and the me that wouldn’t exist would be happy too, I think.❞

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(  elthorn )—

                  All he had wanted was to come in && grab his morning coffee. He’d been up all night going through his team’s reports of the last case, && he needed CAFFIENE or else he’d definitely pass out at an undesirable time.                   But of course, the barista is clumsy - no doubt on of their new additions - && spills his own damn coffee on his suit. && don’t forget the new leather shoes. Jaw immediately sets in an evidently irritated manner as he tries - oh, does he try - not to get too angry. It was an accident, Elthorn. An accident. A low, but heavy sigh escapes him and he speaks through gritted teeth.                              ❛ no. no, you can’t. just - stop that, will you ??                                I can fix my own attire. ❜                   && t'is with that that he takes a step back from the boy - pulling away from the other’s rushed && feeble attempts to clean the latte from his shoes. 

     Pale lips parted in what would be a rambled string of apologies, but before so much as a breath could escape the boy was being yanked up by the ear and was swiftly dragged to the back room by his store manager. While one of the other employees set to fix yet another one of his mistakes, Cole endured the scolding he received, head bowed low even as the yelling traveled into the cafe as a muffled stream of insults for the patrons to hear. 

     One of the barista’s apologized once again on Cole’s behalf before handing Elthorn his new latte and a gift card as compensation, though she doubted he’d return after what had just occurred, even if he was a regular. Much to her and everyone else’s surprise, however, Elthorn was back the following morning—  As well as Cole, who had somehow clung onto his position, though he was one mistake away from losing it. As Elthorn approached the counter the new-hire tensed somewhat, eyes trailing to the ground as he fidgeted with his sleeve and spoke, voice barely audible amongst the constant chatter in the cafe.

     ❝I’m sorry about yesterday...❞

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(  templixr )—

Every second in the company of this mysterious man was a constant battle. Who was he and what did he want? Better yet why did his mind keep telling him he knew him and then telling him he didn’t. Was he friend or foe? His Templar teachings reminded him of his studies on Magic, blood magic specifically. Stepping back from the blonde boy he blurts out, “What are you?”

     ❝I’m a spirit, but... more real, now. Existing between, helping to heal— to take away the hurt and stop the bleeding inside where is festers, knotted tight and tangled deep.❞ Blue eyes darted across the wooden planks that made up the bedroom floor as Cole crouched low, fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve as he leaned further forward, making himself more comfortable as he waited in silence for the Templar to accept the meal that waited for him, resting undisturbed and still warm on his bed.

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( vigiilance )—

         “No. Perhaps not.”

He is more than aware that Cole knows, knows everything, even what he might hope to keep secret from his prying eyes. You have many feelings, he said once, and perhaps even now he has more than just that. There is the love, of course–bright and burning and coursing through his body like a fire in his veins with each squeeze of his heart. And then…the tangles.

Eyes linger on Cole’s position on the floor, watching the way his expression changes.

         “I wish I could make her happy. She deserves that. Always          running herself ragged for us–for all of us. Have you seen          how she looks so tired? I can’t be another burden on her back.”

    ❝You love her. That’s enough.❞

    Cole absently fidgeted with the straw resting at his feet, aimlessly curling and bending tiny strands between skilled digits as he shifted where he sat. The boy’s lowered gaze shifted upwards to look at the bearded man, staring in silent pause before he looked away and spoke once more. ❝Arms embracing, warm, tight, holding— so secure, so safe. For a moment the weight of the world leaves her back, shifting, inside the tangles untying and fear fading... because of you. She doesn’t feel so alone, if only for a while. How could that possibly make you a burden?❞

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@ironhorns

    Cole’s breathing came in short, ragged gasps, shoulders hunched and knees bent as he gripped them for support. His head bowed low as he sucked in another breath past the pooling blood and choked, coughing hard and letting crimson flow from parted lips. A trembling hand lifted to the dagger in his stomach and gripped tight, ripping it loose and letting out a pained mewl as he curled in on himself, body shaking under the effort to stay standing.

    The muffled sound of shouting seemed distant and far to the boy, who watched with blurred vision as the Iron Bull  rampaged, charging hard and fast to keep enemies at bay and defend the wounded being, who stood injured and helpless in the fray. Knees buckled and the rogue fell, body connecting with the ground in an ugly thud as he let out a pained gasp, curling in on himself as he lay face-first in the blood soaked sand.

    Time didn’t exist after that— there was only pain as he lay there, listening to the battle fade while he waited to die. At some point he was vaguely aware of hands on him, and then the familiar sensation of healing magic sparking across his skin, but it was all a blur. He took in a shaky breath as he became aware once more, eyes cracking open to look at the fabric of the tent he was in, briefly wondering how he’d gotten there before he turned his gaze to Bull, who sat tense beside him, arms crossed and eye closed.

     ❝Nh… Are you awake, the Iron Bull?❞

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( ;out of spirit )      This blog is now singleship with elthorn <3

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     A loud crashing could be heard as it echoed through Skyhold’s great castle halls, followed suit by the loud cursing from its residing commander as he scrambled for the papers that flew from his suddenly collapsed desk, face going red with anger and frustration. Unaware of the mischievous culprit, the standing guards rushed in at the commotion and hurried to Cullen’s aid, swift in their movements as they strode past the invisible spirit responsible and hurriedly grabbed for the papers, all the while oblivious to the satisfied, cackling laughter that escaped the troublesome being behind it all. 

     Another’s curious gaze fell upon the scene, however, head cocking to the side with confusion as he watched the petty prank unfold. The chaotic spirit seemed incredibly amused as the uptight man lost his cool, but Cullen composed himself just as quickly as he’d snapped and the Fade being seemingly grew bored as he wandered away from the mess he’d made. Cole followed, reaching forward and halting the other’s motions once they were far enough away, hand firmly gripping Dimitri’s own as he spoke.  ❝Why did you do that?❞

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Okay let me just say I love Elthorn and Cole together!! They are supr cute and I love it I can't wait to see them kiss!

( ;out of spirit )     That’s so sweet of you to say! ;v; I’m glad you like it and I’m equally excited for when they kiss tbh <3 I mean they’ve yet to confess to each other, but it’s in the works. Elthorn’s mun and I were actually just discussing over Skype how Cole and Elthorn make such a perfect pairing because of how opposites attract and all that.      Cole is a spirit of compassion and as such, even after embracing humanity, he is super selfless and puts others before himself, whereas Elthorn is extremely selfish and couldn’t possibly be in a relationship with anyone who values themselves more than him. Which is super unhealthy in any relationship, because relationships are meant to be equal partnerships, but despite that and looking past the dysfunction we think it works well in their case.

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( magisterious )—

    this was the nature of their savage quandary . it had been robbed from him , filched by some amateur failure and obstruction . the herald was no more than tinder to be amassed to the flames , no matter how much of an obstacle they ennobled themselves to . those very flames crackled and licked icy chill , moisture hissing as it was evaporating from such brief and brutal contact much akin to the elder one who walked without fear or obstruction . majick convulsed and radiated infernal energy withal , summoning a sickening pall of dread to his person . yet , the twinge of passing caught his spying attention , corypheus allowing displeasure to arraign afoul upon his distorted countenance .

  ‘ i wonder what trying little pest thought to hide themselves from me . ‘

     Rage, raw and pure in its savage intent came as a deafening roar to the senses. So much resentment, so much hate, so much pain— like a moth drawn to flame the spirit of compassion strayed, captivated and lost in the over- whelming rush of despair that clung to the self proclaimed God’s very being. 

     Muscles tensed and body stilled when the other spoke, empathy unwavering but panic setting in alongside it as Cole broke out of his trance, fully recognizing the danger at hand. Moving slow and silent the boy reached for his dagger, hand clenching tight around the handle as blue orbs locked with red and the world went still.

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                         ❝ You aren’t alone anymore... ❞

                                     ( compasslon & elthorn )

. —— art credit ( @warchildling​ )

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( ironhorns )—

“you know, kid, i really wish you’d quit with the weird head-fuck shit. it’s really starting to get on my nerves. have you ever considered just asking what you can do to help?”

     ❝But they don’t always know— inside it hides too deep so they can’t see, but I can. Flashes between the cracks, it whispers and shouts at the same time so they don’t under- stand. It’s too much. But I can hear past the pain and help to make the hurt less, so I do.❞

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@elthorn

    Cole had always struggled when it came to maintaining a job, but that was usually at least a few weeks in. This was his first day as a barista at the local coffee shop, and already he’d managed to spill four drinks, shatter seven cups, crack twelve plates, break the dish washer, and now he’d spilled a scalding hot latte all over one of the customers during rush hour. Faded blue hues widened in silent horror as he watched the beverage slip from his hands and collide with the man’s pristine, new suit, splashing all over and even managing to pour over the other’s shoes, as well.

    Cole tried his best to fix his mistake, he really did, but it was all in vain as he reached for the nearest clean towel and wiped at Elthorn’s drenched shirt, further smearing the liquid as he did so. It didn’t take the blonde long to realize his attempts were fruitless, and so instead he set his focus on wiping off the stranger’s shoes, kneeling down on one knee as he scrubbed away, head bowed to hide himself with his bangs. Cole was beyond mortified, and even though his face didn’t show it, the new-hire was overwhelmed with embarrass- ment, brows furrowing tightly together.

     ❝I am so sorry... I can pay you back for the suit—❞

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( dwarvcnarcher )—

Cole had a way of speaking in what appeared to be cryptic: sometimes it took Flint a while to figure out what he had said. However, this time the meaning behind his words was clear, & he found himself nodding in agreement.

‘Cole, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while now,’ he said. He had asked a few of the other members of the Inner Circle the same question before, but they had given answers that he had somewhat expected from them. He was curious as to how the boy would answer, due to his unique nature.

‘Why join the Inquisition? Other than the fact that you want to help people?’

    For Cole, healing was everything. It didn’t matter whether it was in Skyhold or on the other side of the world; there were always people in need, and his work would never be through. He specifically chose to stay by the other’s side, though, even when he and the Inquisitor didn’t always see eye to eye— and the reason was simple, really.

    ❝You like helping, too.❞

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( pvgnator )—

His cuts are precise, but that’s not enough to make the pumpkin he was carving look nice. It probably woldn’t look that bad in the end, but until then, there were two assymmetrical eyes and part of a crooked mouth.

                                “ I used to do this sort of thing very often when I                                   was a child. I hardly ever had the patience to                                   actually FINISH one, but. Where are you from,                                   Cole? Do you have this tradition over there, too? ”

It was clear he didn’t quite know the boy’s condition.

     The pumpkin in Cole’s lap wasn’t faring any better than Alistair’s, gashes sporadically placed throughout in random patches as the rogue stabbed away, creating his own, abstract version of a face for his jack-o’-lantern with an unwavering focus. He barely even lifted his gaze when the other spoke, faded blues staring for only a brief moment before returning to the task at hand.

     ❝No, we don’t carve pumpkins in the Fade—❞ 

     The spirit shifted where he sat, legs uncrossing and moving so that he could crouch on the heels of his feet, the position awkward and seemingly strained, yet comfortable for the otherworldly being. Cole reached forward and ran a work-worn palm over his carving to brush away the remnants of peeling that lingered there, looking over and admiring his work with a tilt of the head. ❝But we should.❞