❛ KNOWLEDGE IS POWER. ❜

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@warriorcousland ; starter call

        ❛   need you bring the mutt? he is hardly useful.   ❜

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Dagmara Dominczyk as Mercedès Iguanada in The Count of Monte Cristo (2002).

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@blightedblade ; starter call

         ❛   tis not often elves join the wardens.   such peculiar                timing you have. one might even claim it by design.   ❜

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LELIANA.

“Not all of us are so brazen as to keep shamelessly exposing ourselves and prefer to dress more suited to our age. Speaking of, how is motherhood treating you? Your son must be a young man by now.”

SHE LAUGHS.

         ❛   kieran is nearly ten. my, my, should i expect a quip              about my age? you forget i am still quite young. ah,              such things occurs when a mind starts to... wander.   ❜

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i suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes it look like you’re a angry serial killer

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go ahead and like for a starter while i redo my theme and tags..... !!!

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          ❛   i see you have covered up more of yourself in your                days. tis a pity when one cannot retain her beauty.   ❜

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       ❛   MY INTENTIONS? MY, IF I DID NOT KNOW BETTER, I MIGHT THINK YOU BELIEVE US FRIENDS.   ❜

morrigan nearly laughs - and does in fact scoff - at the mention of being a good person. there are none in this world ; those who claimed such were FOOLS. there are always ulterior motives, always things that which could sway even the most dedicated. a good person is a trick, a fallacy. to believe in them is to believe in childish fairytales and even the maker.

the hands on her waist remind her briefly that they are dancing, playing the game just like an other orlesian swine. she had answered his question with yet another ; toying with him, another part of this. the music begins and she is CAREFUL, quick, light on her feet. years and years of being surrounded by the orlesians had given her a more refined wildness. oh ; morrigan had never forgotten her roots, lodged in the korcari wilds under the heel and thumb of flemeth. and still, when away from the prying eyes and the whispering spies, she embraced it. flew as a crow, crept through the palace as a cat. 

even now, her eyes are quick to turn from roth, watching the form of the empress move. she can spare but one dance ; so few are close enough as she to celene that they would be near her. yet not even she can TRUST the imperial guard. but a dance is quick and perhaps, even if celene should die, none could declare morrigan her murderer. her voice dropping into a whisper ( for both she and kieran had learned to keep their voices low, for all in the courts would damn her with treason for anything voiced. )  

           ❛   tis not my intentions you should be concerned about.    i am                   but a humbled arcane advisor for the empress,        seeking                   harbor  from  what  has  surely  become  a  most  disturbing                   scheme. yet the inquisition and i do share common enemies                   but for how long,           that is something even i do not know.   ❜

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my fave ‘bickering friendship’ is morrigan ‘fuck i’m not wearing any kind of dress that you pick out, stop looking at my tits and turn around chantry girl - thiS DRESS IS NOT ONE THAT YOU PICKED OUT SHUT UP’ and leliana ‘i never wore a hood before inquisiTION NO IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF YOU YOU APOSTATE TRASH’ 

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Inspired by this post by knifeeared - Thanks! :D

Bonus frame -

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misterzevran:

DA:O party banters

Loghain - Zevran

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SOLAS

                                 “Are not all mages considered apostates?”

They were voiceless words as of late, but still held great influence; the perpetual reflections that those not gifted with magic urged onto the minds of those who had—it merely benefitted as a warning. It was not a light decision, his agreement to assist; he was not ignorant to the posing risks that accompanied his offer to share his knowledge. Yet, his presence—those threats paled in comparison to the overall dangers that haunted all of Thedas.” I would think that you of all people would understand—-an occult advisor to the Empress and now in the midst of the Inquisition.” A halt in speech granted him a moment to incline forward; his brows furrowed, not in resentment but in displeasure. “I recall that you were sent here on orders but I assume that not even you would endanger your well-being if you thought the Inquisition inept.”

        ❛   CLEVER, ELF.   ❜

how rare a compliment, especially from her. although it is soured with the twist of her mouth into a frown, poisoned by the way she does not ADDRESS him by name. it is tactical ; she knows solas is correct, even if she is loathe to admit it. she has been an apostate for longer than he - ( or so she thinks ; she cares little for his history but one might only assume he had been with the chantry’s little circles. ) so her point...redundant. a failed chance of seeking his weakness ; she would have to try only that much harder.

and the more he spoke, the more truth he revealed. yes it was true that the empress held no dear feelings for her beyond that of an occult advisor and morrigan held none more than the contentment she had in her stable and powerful role. he has her bared and she does not ENJOY the position.

            ❛   tis true that i would not be here if i thought this charade a waste                    of my time.     yet it does still remain to be seen if the inquisition                    shall help me in my own endeavors.      why do you care for my                    motives   when   you   have   not    even   told   me   your   own?   ❜

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battlesworn

         ❛   ONE WOULD NOT THINK THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND A GOOD IDEA.   ❜

her hand extends to take that of roth’s, cold fingers ( like that of the DEAD, reaching from watery graves to pull the unsuspecting into their embrace ) brushing so lightly against the palm of his hand. morrigan gives a short pause, the movement of the large ball gown almost annoying enough to make her HEX the damn thing.

             ❛   your inquisitor knows nothing of magic, yet she is                     revered by the mages as their savior.      strange,                     is it not?     do her intentions rival the templars so                     strongly that she becomes that which is declared                     holy?                              tis a peculiar notion, yes?   ❜

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                                                O MY ENEMY                                                 DO I TERRIFY?

                                                                                          written by hades

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revasalas

          ❛   TIS MOST STRANGE...   ❜

see her pause, listen to the way she speaks as if she comes from the mist herself. gold eyes ( a gaze that brings the courts to their knees, strikes a flame of fear in weak hearts ) narrow and she is careful with her choice of words ; if flemeth had taught her one thing, it was tread carefully and SEEK the frailties of those who would OPPOSE you. 

              ❛   that an apostate would freely give himself to                      service of the inquisition. especially one that                      had sided with that which would not hesitate                      to crush mages under the heels of their boots.   ❜

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Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.

Terry Goodkind, Temple of the Winds (via lordofscorn)