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Dragon Age: Inquisition | Temple of Mythal
@fadewalking cont. from here.
"Right, right," Vito quickly agreed, putting his hands up placatingly; as though the gesture might fend off the growing discomfort hanging over the two of them.
"I'm just saying. You know? A hypothetical." He swallowed. Why he'd decided it was so very important to— to impress some level of acceptance about something so out-there was steadily becoming more and more of a mystery to him by the second. "I'm just saying it would be okay. If."
Oh no. He could feel it coming: the moment he was going to put his foot in his mouth. He always did, and he could never stop it in time—
"Incidentally...if you did...how would that, uh, work?"
fadewalking:
“One can hope.” Solas replied bitterly, waving a hand in front of him as if to ward off his gaze. “Why have you brought me here anyway? What is it we are looking for, exactly?”
"We," he leers, leaning in close enough to count the adorable little freckles on Solas's nose, "are looking for a man."
They were in a bath house, yes. But this particular bath house catered very specifically to a certain set of proclivities. Men of every kind, in every state of undress one could imagine, decorated the pool room; Pony Boy let his gaze rake greedily over each on of these his eye could find.
"Well, not just any man. A particular man—" he slipped one sly hand around the back of Solas's waist— "with particular tastes, who, apparantly, has a particular bit of useful information for us."
[famlavellan] Tamar to Felassan: "Having fun? Whore."
Bother Felassan, please -- @famlavellan
“Yeah! Thanks, da’len!”
"Wh- uh, well good! That's what I was hoping for."
the sexiest thing about me is that im cursed
@fadewalking cont. from here.
Pony Boy’s eyebrows shot up a little, his cheeks twitching with the beginnings of a smirk.
“Really?” His eyes dragged down the other elf’s body, lingering on certain key areas. “What else would they be interested in? Your personality?”
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DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION
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Out of context things I’ve said while playing Skyrim {Sentence Starters}
“And I drank poison.”
“That right there’s a ghost.”
“Why are you on the roof?”
“I’ll steal the clothes right off ya.”
“My husband is stuck in the wall.”
“Oh god, I angered a floating cow.”
“Why can’t I boop a dragon’s snoot?”
“I’m gonna steal stuff from the ghost.”
“That’s… that’s not how you do that??”
“You can’t hurt me, I’m a floofy doggo.”
“Didn’t know those could fly, but alright?”
“Why can’t I decorate my home with bones?”
“Oops… didn’t mean to yell at you that hard.”
“I wanted that gold, but it’s stuck to the plate.”
“Fine, stab me. But, I’m taking all the alcohol.”
“Okay, sure, TECHNICALLY that was my fault.”
“How did you…? I shot you. I freaking shot you!”
“Why are you trying to sell my trash back to me?”
“I think you need to drop the sword and sit down.”
“Oh, he just yeeted himself out that window, okay.”
“I would feel bad about that, but he was being rude.”
“I have befriended the goblins! I am the goblin god!”
“Heh, I’ll clear your skies, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh. Oh no, these are drugs. You’re selling me drugs.”
“Why is there a dead dude here? Who killed this dude?”
“I have never considered punching a child until now…”
“I have thirty wheels of cheese and it’s still not enough.”
“I have six skulls in my pocket, solely for the aesthetic.”
“Yes, hello, hi, I would like to purchase one drug, please.”
“Note to self: don’t yell at the plates, people don’t like that.”
“He kicked me in the face and still didn’t know I was there.”
“Why can I pickpocket a necklace, but not a piece of bread?”
“Why are you hitting me? WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?”
“Ooh, brutal death and dismemberment… been there, buddy.”
“I just drank forty bottles of wine in a row. I should be dead.”
“Hold up, stop hitting me for a second… I need to eat cheese.”
“I’ll punch you right in the mouth. I don’t care, I’m invincible.”
“I just picked up a flower, why am I carrying too much to run?”
“I can ride dragons. And I'mma ride one right into ____’s house.”
“The F-I-N-E-S-T weapons and armor… we both know that’s a fib.”
“I’m afraid of him sneaking into my house and trying to sell me stuff.”
“Let me out of the door. Let me out… let me out of this freaking door.”
“How to be a Hero of Myth and Legend… step one: take all the cheese.”
“I did nothing to deserve this… except stab that dude. And rob that house.”
“If I get a dragon stuck in my house, does that mean I can keep it as a pet?”
“I just levitated in front of you, and you’re gonna talk to me about desserts?”
“You keep sassing me like that and I’ll send YOU to the ‘Cloud District’, ya get me?”
“I didn’t push him off the top of the tower. He fell off. After I hit him with a few arrows.”
“Just hear me out: what if a buncha monsters just, y'know, happened to show up and kill him?”
“Sure, I might not be able to sneak, or stab people, or aim my bow, but I’m still a deadly assassin.”
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“No,” Adonis replied, looking at the ground around them to make sure they were clear of traps. “though I doubt you’d have a trap big enough to hold me. Truly I’m just wandering through. I didn’t expect to find anyone this way.”
Nephim chuckled, leaning back against the trunk of his tree as he let his leg dangle over the ledge of his blind.
“Wanderin’, eh?” He yawned, “a bit far into the woods for wanderin’. But you look a bit regal to be an adventurer.” Distantly, he wondered if he’d be able to sneak in a nap before dinnertime. The missus wouldn’t come hollering for him ‘til then.
“What’s your name, friend?”