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Sitting quietly at the campsite, Wingul listened to Zevran speak with mild interest, her head cocked to the side in an inquisitive manner, much like how a puppy would look up at its master upon hearing him speak. She found Zevran interesting and entertaining, good company in her opinion. Listening to him talk became a joy for her.Â
â....â Then what happened? She thought to herself making a soft noise of acknowledgement.Â
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"I'm glad you're home."
"How was work?"
"Did you have fun tonight?"
"Get back in bed."
"Hey, I have a cold sore! Don't kiss me!"
"My favorite character died..."
"What's your favorite flower?"
"I'm baking a cake for us!"
"Happy Anniversary, ___"
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"
"Will you cuddle with me?"
"I had a bad day."
"Can't we just stay in bed today?"
"Please?"
"Don't make me use puppy-dog eyes!"
"Don't use the puppy-dog eyes!"
"Let's watch a Disney movie together..."
"Do you love me?"
"Will you marry me?"
"May I have this dance?"
"My back still hurts. Will you rub it?"
"Get up! It's morning!"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"You look a bit tired, why don't you just stay home today?"
"I'll take care of you."
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bull-de-hierro
Wingul took a hold of his large hand and shook her head. Huffing a breath, she began the match, this Qunari was strong, but she felt like she was holding her own against him.Â
The feeling of her pushing against his own arm was very unfamiliarâ considering what she was. She was strong. He could feel it in her grip. His fingers tightened slightly, the Warrior rumbling lowly as he pressed in the opposite direction, determined to get her arm down on the table. In truth? He was impressed by how easily she held against him.
Despite her resistance to his strength, her arm began to quiver and weaken. It wasnât meant to be and her hand hit table gently. Snorting through her nose, much like a horse would do, she rubbed her wrist and grinned up at the Qunari before patting him on the arm as if to say: Nice game.Â
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Loghain turned to her, a ghost of a smile flickering on his face. âAh,â he said. âI didnât expect to see you. I couldnât possibly warrant such a visit, could I?â
Wingul crossed her arms and huffed out her chest to look authoritative. The look on her face explained what she was currently thinking.Â
Are you behaving yourself?
The mute warden hadnât heard any bad reports about the traitor and this relieved her but still, she wanted to see how he was doing. Shuffling through her satchel, she pulled out dusty folded parchments and maps tied in string. She handed it to him. His reward for being a good boy.Â
She allowed a smile to grace her lips, perhaps no one is past the point of no return. People can change for the better, this is what Wingul hoped for. Perhaps it was her naivety but she seen far too much bloodshed to give up on Logain, even if his daughter did.Â
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. âPretty much the same,â he replied, one hand lifting in a flippant gesture. âItâs been busy, but not particularly exciting, which I suppose is good. Though Iâm fairly sure a quill is never going to feel more natural in my hand than a sword.â He shrugged slightly, elbows still on the stair behind him. âSticking around for a little while this time?â
âMhmm!â She replied happily. It had been far too long since she was back home. Or at lest, she thought of Redcliffe as her home. Smiling she formed a heart with her fingers and held up to Alistair, as if to say: Yes, Iâm staying home.
Wingul stretched her arms and leaned back, the sun felt nice on her form, she was ready to hear all the stories she imagined that Alistair had while she was absent. It was a strange relationship, and Wingul, on more than one occasion had overheard someone wondering how the king could sit there and talk and talk to a mute elf.Â
Whenever Alistair talked, Wingul listened, whether she wanted to or not.Â
bull-de-hierro
Iron Bull stared right back at the other. He may or may not have been reading their body language, since nothing had been said quite yet. Smiling, he broke the silence first. âCan I help you? When people look at me like that theyâre wondering something.â
Smiling, Wingul sat her elbow on the table with resolve. She rose her brows ad if to invite him into the match. She had toned arms for a elf, and the Qunari would prove to be a good challenge.Â
Oh! So thatâs what she wanted. âArm wrestle? Alright Babe, you got it.â Puffing his chest in a display, setting his own elbow down against the table and locking their hands together. âYouâre not worried are you?â
Wingul took a hold of his large hand and shook her head. Huffing a breath, she began the match, this Qunari was strong, but she felt like she was holding her own against him.Â
âEhh, murderer, this is a very strong word. I prefer the term Pragmatic Eviscerator.â
The Grey Warden rose her brows in disbelief, but played a long with him for a moment. Making a soft sound that resembled a soft chuckle, she tilted her head in hopes he would continue talking.Â
â...â Oh please, do continue on this enlighten reasoning. The woman thought to herself.Â
âLetâs see⌠When was the last time I slipped my hand into some dark hole? Hmm⌠Long story, that.â
Wingul cocked her head to the side as an inquisitive expression played upon her features. As if to say, âgo on.â The mute warden crossed her arms and waited for Zevran to continue.Â
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The journey to Logainâs current whereabouts was long and tedious; but she wanted to check up on the ex-commander to see how he was adjusting to his life as a warden.Â
Stepping into the recreational area of the fortress, Wingul crossed her arms as she approached Logain.Â
âHmph.â She sounded, making her presence known to the other.Â
bull-de-hierro
Iron Bull stared right back at the other. He may or may not have been reading their body language, since nothing had been said quite yet. Smiling, he broke the silence first. âCan I help you? When people look at me like that theyâre wondering something.â
Smiling, Wingul sat her elbow on the table with resolve. She rose her brows ad if to invite him into the match. She had toned arms for a elf, and the Qunari would prove to be a good challenge.Â
fulluponcrazy
Alistair plucked the plush from his shoulder before it could fall off, and blinked at it for a moment. He glanced over the note, and broke into a grin, setting the plushie down on one of his knees.
With a quiet laugh, he said, âWell, Iâm glad you thought about me. And Iâm glad youâre back.â
He leaned back on his elbows on the stairs, settling her with a somewhat expectant look. âSo, how did it all go? Any catastrophes?â
âMeh.â She replied with the shrug of her shoulders. It wasnât anything she couldnât handle. It was particularly boring and dreary, but it strengthen her resolve to return home. Tilting her head to the side, she looked up at him with a look of expectation, as if to question how he was holding up. She had hoped he was doing well as a king.Â
