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She watches but remains above what she sees.                  She inspires passions in others and rules her own.

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also new autoplay bc i may or may not have binge watched berserk this weekend & fell in love with the beginning of ‘blood and guts’...........

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spuriius:

Sleeping was difficult enough with the nightmares of the archdemon haunting him, but it seemed that someone else was intent on making it harder. He’d just managed to drift off, too. 

Only now he was not sleeping at all. Instead, his eyes opened in a panic, wondering just who it was that had seen fit to nestle under his very own blankets, 

                         “Z-Zevran..?”

His voice was little more than a whisper, for he did not particularly wish to be spotted by the others like this– especially not by the witch. Sighing, he found himself gently- albeit rather awkwardly- patting the former assassin on the back, some attempt at providing the comfort he assumed Zevran had come here to seek. 

                          “… did you just call me my dear?”

❛ as if i do not call everyone such━ ❜ but he was far too content, regardless of alistair’s disconcert. it did not sway the idle, tapping fingers nor the head seeking to nest beneath the blond’s chin. demand fit for a cat━

there was even the slightest DISTURBANCE  spawning from his throat, insisting his self-proclaimed pillow lie still and stop his twitching. ❛ truly who could sleep like this━stop moving. ❜ for once could he not seek such comforts without this.

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pujanza:

“Oh, I don’t know.”

Taliesen turns around, taking his knife out. He flips it in hand, holding the bladed end, and taps Zevran at the tip of his nose with the handle. 

“For all I am aware, you could still desire me once I’ve gone cold.” He smirks. He’s terrible, but so is Zevran. Gallows humor invites gallows humor. “Good thing for me I’m much more enjoyable company alive, yes?”

❛ what sort of BEAST do you take me for? ❜ astonishment━offense. for taliesen to think him a man of ill taste. does one drink their wine cold? surely not! but a tap to the nose spawned the muscles to crinkle, DISPLEASED.        or was he? i was unfortunately difficult to tell.

dismissal erupted in the wave of his hand, common dramatics. ❛ to think i would gut you like some fish, taliesen. ABSURD. are you scared of me? ❜ and the mention itself━the insinuation had a smile beckoning those lips to curl.

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arrowhailed:

         “ my mother was antivan. ”  he answers rather than just giving a simple yes.  “ be warned, however, that i know nothing of the place. so don’t expect me to carry a conversation on it. ”  he sips from his ale.  “ i’ve only been once. ”

❛ ONLY once? ❜ brows quirked in━confusion? curiousity? born with the FIRE of antivan blood and only once he sought those fancied shores; the warmest of company and the richest wines? ❛ then you are simply doing yourself a disservice, my friend. ❜

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oathbroken:

balfour mimes striking somebody with the pommel of his imaginary dagger in response to the unfinished question. he’s found himself quite the useless assassin, hasn’t he? he does mean that in a mostly fond way but… really. 

     ‘ deal with them. of course. –but you do remember the definition of assassin, yes? i only ask because, not only did you fail to kill me, you joined my cause, and also– ’ he sort of just gestures to zevran as he is now. ‘ you don’t exactly inspire confidence. ’

❛ my dear warden, if i had wished you dead then the task would have been dealt━but now is not the time, yes? ❜ ah, what ENCOURAGEMENT. surely he should expect no less; not from balfour, not from the sneering witch in his peripheral         ❛ if you wish me to inspire, do not let me die and i will happily buy us a round, no? ❜

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mun related

send me one ( or more ) of the following.

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played

♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse?

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?

回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?

◈  ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing

↓ ━ have you had any bad experiences with roleplaying?

☾ ━ how many pets do you own? if none, what kind of animals do you like?

♣ ━ share five random facts about yourself

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MUNDAY HOUR! Ask the mun ANYTHING and it must be answered regardless of the content!

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❛ ❜spuriius:

                   “Former, yes. As in… you’ve left that life behind.                     Presumably with good reason.”

Naturally, he’d assumed Zevran had lied many times in his life as a crow. Alistair had suspected him of lying for a good while after the assassin had first joined their little band of misfits– he’d been worried that it had merely been a ploy, a way to kill them with greater ease, once their guard had been lowered.

But time had proven him wrong. Zevran had protected him and his friends from arrows and darkspawn attacks alike. It would be unfair to the elf to believe him to still be lying after all he’d done for them. 

And this was a different matter entirely. He dared to meet the other’s gaze, overcoming his own anxiety to do so. And then he nodded.

                   “So… you believe it was necessary, what I did? The                    Warden did not seem to think so. They were rather…                    irritated by my omission.”

❛ you do what you must to survive, no? ❜ such as joining a band of misfits, a warden, a contract intended suicidal whereas he had only failed - in more than once sense...

but he would not say such; alistair trusted him, no? and it all worked out in the end. he found... something he did not expect to find their company; something that bred equal fear and excitement.

❛ free your mind of such worries. the warden is a particular creature - give it time. ❜ and again, a suspecting warm smile. it seemed he was trying, after all.

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❛ they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you. ❜

how very true she was━her voice was almost tangible... but rinna was not here, was she? the peculiar richness that followed her did not fill his senses - there was only cold. it bit at his fingertips, the split in his lip, particularly at his nose. and he was alone; he was... very alone.

they would catch him, yes? their knife would plunge deep and it would never end there. no, they would have their fun. 

but there was an inkling burrowed deep, something that picked him up and brushed away the blood at his mouth. he may as well make them work for it, no?

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“I want the H”

gimme a hug // not accepting

→ cuddle hug

how the situation occurred was of no importance; rather, morrigan’s teasing was of great concern━primarily to rigid bastard nearest him. that particular - shaking? - bastard that zevran had found content to bury his face in, ‘twine his leg about and tuck his arm beneath the fabric where warmth lay. there were no boundaries here; only a barely waking assassin and the tense discomfort of alistair’s muscles, bare beneath his hand.

❛ do not worry, my dear. i will be sure to never speak of this again. ❜

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if you’re lucky, you die last.

something choked━something strangely sensual, forced as it may be━crawled its way from his throat, treading through blood and spit to taunt her. ❛ oh, bebita - and here i thought i was to be spoiled. ❜

fingers flexed irritably against the coarse weave that served as rope. it was never too kind, it seemed, making nice with another house. though he found certainty she would spare him, he wondered how much he should second-guessing his giving assumptions. ❛ you know less of how to please a man and more of disappointing him. ❜