huntress

what's done cannot be undone.

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THERE’S NO COLOR I CAN HAVE ON EARTH THAT WON’T FINALLY FADE.     independent & selective non-warden cousland from dragon age. written by bee.       carrd.

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SAOIRSE RONAN as JO MARCH Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

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think about your life - think about your dreams you planned. think about the moment that’s so close at hand. indie companion au cousland of dragon age. by bee.

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dalishflame​:

“Oh, you’re Greer!” For someone at risk of being very publicly murdered, Atreion sounded quite delighted. This time his grin was genuine, not even hesitating to link their arms. “Oh, our dear Nightingale has told me all about you! I did hope that I’d run into you one of these days. What a stroke of luck, eh?”

Well, any friend of his terrifying advisor was absolutely a friend of Atreion’s. This simplified things quite a bit. The Arl of Redcliffe was still sore about wrecking his hall during the whole Magister Incident, so causing a brawl in the middle of a street was… unwise, especially when his magic leant towards the destructive side of things.

But if he had someone to fight with, someone who could watch his back in close quarters…

A stroke of luck indeed.

“Oh, we are absolutely eliminating them.” He grinned, ears twitching in the direction of their little stalker. No running feet or ringing knives yet. Good. “I got a good look: no markers or uniform, so I’m guessing common garden variety of hired goon. Should be easy enough to lure away, and the Crows or the House of Repose won’t be billing me for wasted materials again.”

“So My Lady Cousland, any ideas?”

“to be honest, you can scarcely call it luck ; i’d heard word your lot would be here and i was in the area, visiting an old friend. figured i might lurk around and see if i could track you down.” there was always the option to simply show up at the inquisition’s base of operations, of course, but that would involve all the fanfare and such nonsense her name requires ; greer likes this better. or rather - she WOULD, were it not for someone else tracking the herald down at the same time.

her arm stays firmly looped in his and greer doesn’t even glance backwards as she tugs slightly in the direction of the docks. REDCLIFFE is well known to her. she is a traveler, yes, but in the ten years since the blight she has seen it fit to come back every once and a while. there are too many threads connecting her here to sever. “oh, about a dozen. dozen and a half. down this way, there’s a spot by the end of the wharf that will seem like a paradise for them ‘till we attack back. nice and secluded, too, so we won’t draw too much attention. unless THE HERALD SLAYS ASSASSIN would make good gossip for you?”

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runaljod​:

HIS HANDS ARE DEEP WITHIN the dampened soil strewn out before him ; every SEED had been planned and planted accordingly, to THRIVE ( he knew the make up of each seedling, as easily as he knew the laces of his armor. both were second nature ). FOOTFALLS lift honeyed - emeralds toward the approaching guest, and a soft smile curls along full PETALS. ❝ Lady Greer, ❞ the GREETING spills of his tongue like a song, and Magni is hasty in attempting to wipe the SOIL for his hands, onto his trousers. ❝ they are not much NOW, but soon enough, there will be enough COLOR to rival the sunset. ❞ 

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“i’ll be sure to keep my hands far from them,” in the pale morning light, with her hair loose and hands swinging empty by her sides, greer feels more HERSELF than she has in a long while, “i’ve been cursed with a black thumb ; the herbalists and gardeners at home always shooed me away for fear i’d somehow kill each and every plant i touched.” her smile is bolder, louder, the laugh in her voice making the words dance one after the other. “i’d offer help, but i doubt you’d want to risk your sunset.”

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dalishflame​:

The elf at her side gave her a dazzling smile, but close as they were it was very obviously for show. It was too rigid, never meeting his eyes, and down by his own sides his hands had balled into fists.

“Assassin.” He murmured, then laughed as if she had told the funniest joke he’d ever heard. It looked downright deranged. “And they want what they usually want: the Herald dead. Probably with nasty things done to my corpse for good measure.” An old man pushing a wheelbarrow came the opposite way down the street, and the elf stepped around it, a hand going to her arm as if to help her, too. He didn’t remove it after, keeping up the facade. “I really am sorry to be so familiar, messere, but if you help me get away I’ll gladly repay you with whatever is in my power to give.”

she had recognized THE LORD HERALD at a glance ( leliana’s letters are descriptive ), but there’s no need to bother the poor fellow with questions about it all. better to get out of whatever this current danger is and then bother asking about everything going on with the inquisition. “figures,” greer glances back over a shoulder and flashes a smile to him, moving along with the offered hand and linking their arms, “no worries, herald. greer cousland - - - i don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. i traveled with your lady nightengale during the blight ; being followed by assassins isn’t new.” greer keeps her voice low and cheerful, her head tilted so only he might hear.

“is this the sort of assassin we should lure into an alley and eliminate, or merely evade?”

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ELETHEA   &   GREER.

Elektra/Orestes, Someone To Die For - Belly, A Thorn Amidst the Roses, Philippa Gregory, Jenny Han, The Telescope - Ghost Quartet, Anne Boleyn in the Tower, Louise Gluck, Toni Morrison, Over The Garden Wall, Margaret Mead, Downton Abbey, Krystal Sutherland, Elizabeth Fishel, Monk - Ghost Quartet, Fair Rosamund and Eleanor, Philippa Gregory, Antigone.

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@dalishflame​ said ; “Don’t be alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal."

if she had a gold coin for every time greer had been told this very sentence, she would be - - - wealthier than she is now. it’s easy to fall into step beside him in the thin crowd of redcliffe and walk at the same pace, her hands loose by her sides despite their pointed proximity to the wicked looking silver daggers at her hips. BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY. “by who, and what do they want?”

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@highaevr​ said ; “I’m going up to my room now, where I may die.”

“MAKER, you’re dramatic today.” greer can’t hide the eyeroll, even if this shade of thea makes her lips twitch upwards. “it wasn’t THAT bad. okay, i mean, like,” her phone is plucked out of a pocket and greer pulls up the frankly UNFLATTERING tabloid pic with far too little time - - - does she have it saved on her phone?! - - - and zooms in. “you’re just like, mid-laugh is all. they’ve gotten worse of me.”

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@spphirrgue​ said ; “Seems everyone in this family’s got problems.”

greer is UNCOMFORTABLE enough just being in a ballroom ; being in THE WINTER PALACE and now being privy to all the orlesian royal family’s dirty little secrets is even worse. not that greer had thought that family would be anything less than disastrous, but she didn’t want all the sordid details. sordid details she has now. “i mean, what else could you expect?” greer shifts the sash that keeps slipping off one shoulder and shakes her head, voice quiet under the sound of the music and the quiet chatter of people playing the game on the dancefloor, “all that scheming all the time has gotta cause a lot of problems.”

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→      roleplay prompts | HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE

“Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”

“What a dump. When I think of castles, it’s not what I picture.”

“You’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave.”

“Why’d you make me come here if you were coming yourself?”

“It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before.”

“It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful before.”

“I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”

“I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”

“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”

“Seems everyone in this family’s got problems.”

“What possessed you to let them in my house.”

“Don’t be alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal.

“Alright then, you’d better take good care of it.”

“I’m sorry did I come too late?, I didn’t mean to make you wait this long.”

“Don’t look at me, I don’t have it, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Where to? I’ll be your escort for this evening.”

“Please, I don’t care if you’re a monster.”

“I think we ought to live happily ever after.”

“I hope your bacon burns.”

“I’m going up to my room now, where I may die.”

“You’ve no right to walk into people’s castles and take their guitars.”

“I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.”

[veinsofmantra]

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spphirrgue​:

          ❛  Lady Cousland, a pleasure it is to see you again.  ❜  CONNECTION FROM PAST. Faces near forgotten yet not entirely. Faint glimmers of golden curls, glimpses of pale blue. A bird free to fly whenever the wind guided, soaring through clouds &&. embracing the sun.

          ❛  It’s been a while, hasn’t it  ?  Since we last met, that is.  ❜  /  @fawnslay​​​​  ♡  ‘  d  .

“you, too.” it is still STRANGE, being back in ferelden after so much time away. stranger still to see an unexpected familiar face. there are many she had known she would see out here but those had been expected, relayed through letters or word of mouth. THIS face is a surprise. not an unwelcome one, though, by the curve of a smile on her lips. “a long while, though it seems circumstances remain much the same. “ DIRE, that is. nothing like something terrible occurring to draw people back together. “i didn’t know you were here.”

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But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.” 

independent / private / ELAIN ARCHERON of SJM’S ACOTAR / from PIPPA

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rdr verse,,,,hmm

the fun thing abt couslands is how easy it is to au them. just like. rich influential family massacred by trusted family friend. revenge plot.

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highaevr​:

❝     YES,  YES-  I  KNOW,  I  CAN’T  DO  ANYTHING  RIGHT,     ❞          despite  the  roll  of  her  eyes  and  flippant  wave  of  her  hand  at  greer’s  grumblings,  she  smiles.     there’s  a  little  melancholy  twinge  in  her  chest,  she  pulls  too  hard  and  braids  too  tightly   in  comparison  to  their  mother.     but  greer  would  have  to  settle  for  elethea,  now  that  she  couldn’t  have  their  mother.     she  tugs  loose  the  black  silk  ribbon  that  had  been  holding  back  her  own  golden  curls.           ❝     if  i  don’t  braid  it  tightly  it’ll  come  loose.     i  will  be  gentle  with  the  comb,  however.     i  promise.    ❞

“oh, yes, that is exactly what i said,” her eyes roll in the same way and greer doesn’t let herself examine the similarity beyond the fact they both do it. if she does, she’ll wonder if they picked it up from their mother or their father, or maybe fergus. it isn’t something she wants to think about right now. greer tosses her tangled curls about when elethea’s hands leave them and one of her own comes up to try and comb through some of it. “well - - - if you PROMISE.” she finds herself leaning back a little, tipping her head to look at elethea.

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think about your life - think about your dreams you planned. think about the moment that’s so close at hand. indie companion au cousland of dragon age. by bee.