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@goodforsiix
out;; i apologize for my absence within the last week or so !! work has been an absolute nightmare and i had family come into town over the weekend. i’m going to try my best to buckle down tomorrow and bang out some replies as well as the starters i still owe !! feel free to hit me up via messaging or the ask box if you’d like to plot or get a starter going !!
brilwyns.
‘ Well, if that’s the case, I won’t bother to deny it. I don’t appreciate it when men touch me without permission. That old man deserved what was coming to him, but the fight was rather dull. Say I were willing to indulge you, would you be looking for a fight with me or for me to fight another? ’
❛ oh ABSOLUTELY, sweetness------------ that’s my favorite kind of fight, honestly. just ask around. you point and i’ll follow. sounds like a well-deserved bashing if you ask me but even if it didn’t i’d probably tag along regardless. ❜
fereldenborn.
“ —- I hardly think my ideas are bad ( in every sense of the world ) but it is fun to keep you guessing —- even if I am always afraid as to what you have to guess.” Or say, for the matter. At times knowing that she was capable of making a particle joke out of mostly anything. In some cases it was fine to do so, exceptional even but in most cases he felt like hiding his face within his palms and regretted opening his mouth at all.
EVEN SHE had to admit her imagination was far more sensually creative, but it was far more fun for her to mess with him. someone should, after all. keeping hawkes in line seemed to have become some kind of side hobby. ❛ of course your ideas are bad. most of the time we end up getting shot at or drunk && lost in some part of the city that no one’s been to. but i didn’t mean to imply that they weren’t FUN. besides;; i’ve not been arrested in at least a month. aveline must miss me. ❜
dragon age 2 + text post meme (kind of??)
i saw this post and was immediately like hAWKE NO
wilddeoren.
she stared with wide and eager eyes, drinking up the beauty’s every feature, absorbing every word. chin was placed in her palms, smile upon her lips as her interest grew and grew with each word which slipped from isabela’s lips. oh, she was such a skillful story teller. as good as varric– merrill only wished she was born with such artistry. but no, her skills were burried deep within her– her kindness; her effortless ability to forgive; and, of course, her ability to love fully.
merrill giggled, childishly: the very image of a grown man screaming and naked. oh, now that was a funny image. she gasped in reaction to deepstalkers– oh, she knew their trouble. how a n n o y i n g they could be.
“ why were they chasing him? ” questioned the dale with wide eyes, interest shimmering in her amber green hues. “ were they hungry? ” merrill teased, a sweet ( and perhaps not so innocent ) giggle bubbling from her lips.
SHE WASN’T VARRIC; her tales were often steeped in far more truth than the dwarf’s and she’d be the first to admit that she lacked the same air of confidence in telling those stories when there was a DRINK missing from her grip--------------but the level of enthusiasm it the little elf’s eyes was payment && gratitude enough for the tale, no matter what it was. making her smile neve got old. ❛ NO ONE knows, kitten!! sometimes-------------well, most times in tevinter you learn not to ask questions where questions aren’t meant to be asked. i can tell you one thing, though, those deepstalkers were certainly hungry. hungry for magic sausage. ❜
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❝ as you wish. ❞ adjusting herself on the pillow, pale freckled legs stretched out in front of her and the pan flute in hand was brought to pink lips once more. leaning back against the wall, the red haired girl began to blow soft, strong flutes of wind into the instrument, stringing together notes to create a song that was created as she went.
HER FAVORITE THING about music ( && live displays at that ) was the ability to just get l o s t. some songs, when you closed your, eyes reminded you of that distinct scent of cinnamon && incense in floating through a hazy, all-to-warm room. it almost made her sleepy, getting lost in the nostalgia of memory. the disrupting CLICK of a door upstairs snapped her disappointingly out of the reverie, but a smile still donned her face. ❛ can you stay forever ?? ❜ it was ( mostly ) a joke but a wink accompanied it all the same. ❛ i’d be happy to pay you. ❜
fugitor.
he tries not to grimace as the fag is kicked against closed lids, opting in taking a hit himself rather than complaining about the action of the offer itself, blowing smoke out through his nose && allowing the nicotine to leave behind a slow high over && across his strained limbs, theres a silent thank you tickling his tongue, yet is replaced by an inquiry in it’s stead.
is that so..? ❜
a brow cocks with the tip of ones head, cracking limbs && a curious arch to ones tone as fingers tuck against the hem of faded pockets.
what did you have in mind? ❜
IT’S MUCH HARDER to play coy with someone who knows all the tricks you have hidden up your sleeve ( or lack thereof ) yet the game never grows truly boring. challenges make the heart player grow fonder, && after all, when you know the other person’s tricks TOO it’s like a never ending cycle of who can out-do who. ❛ who said i had anything in mind ?? maybe i’m just--------- yanno, throwing something out there to see what sticks. you’re a creative one, i’m sure you’ll think of something. ❜
I’m not angry with you, I was being playful. I stabbed you with my fun knife
@goodforsiix get’s a very delayed starter
“ I do hope you’ve missed me. “ The moment Carmen walks into the blooming rose she feels more relaxed, her light steps and swaying coat are proof to her lifted spirits. && it suddenly seems as if her trouble shrink away, dissipating momentarily into some far away world. Honestly, she’s hung around the place for so long over the years that it almost feels like h o m e. At the very least it’s a much better location to come to than the heavily secured abode - an empty fortress waiting to be occupied, to be filled with the warmth a home s h o u l d have. Perhaps it might never feel like home .
“ You don’t know how comforting it is seeing your familiar face - truly the great masterpieces pale in comparison to you. “
HER VOICE RANG LIKE A SERENADE long before. she even turned to see that familiar face. it’d been long enough, now, that she nearly forgot the sound of her voice, and yet when she heard it a smile danced across her face on its own volition. there was no need to hide the joy, either. one of the few people outside of her normal gang of misfits that she was perfectly fine with being h e r s e l f around. ❛ OH------kitten. you always now how to charm. a visit from a face like yours is exactly what i needed today. ❜ she crossed the room planting a light kiss on each cheek warmly, grabbing her hand and leading her over to the bar that currently sat empty. it’d be hours before their soli- tude would be distrupted by the normal merry band of the sexually depraved. ❛ i hope you brought me something, this time ?? you’ve been gone far too long to return empty handed. ❜
tunichtguter.
flynn jerk aback almost immediately as soon as the other moved to retrieve her belongings back. unfortunately, really. however, the lovely lady mentioned that she was a thief as well, so he had no real reason to fear that she’s going to get a guard. —- ❛ who are YOU calling kitten, kitten? ❜ he scoffed back, eventually.
❛ i don’t see anyone ELSE around here poorly attempting to steal from me, do you ?? ❜ a quirk of the eyebrow accompanied an amused grin. she of all people could appreciate a pickpocket ❛ its SUPPOSED to be a term of endearment. but if you’d prefer i could go with something a little less flattering, perhaps ?? ❜
mentisvolatus.
“Don’t know many people who carry around flasks, but… Grazie, signorina.” honestly he should be a little worried about where it’d been but he was piss-poor again and he didn’t see commissions in his future. not so much anymore anyway. no one wants to pay a painter these days. he takes a long swig and passes the flask back over with a wide grin. “In this economy I’m surprised more people aren’t having trouble… Leonardo. Pleasure, bella donna.”
CUTE ACCENTS. they’d be the death of her, eventually. then again; so would cute people. if there ever came a day when she wasn’t intrigued by a beautiful stranger then she’d know something was off. ❛ in this economy i’m surprised more people aren’t drinking and saying fuck it. ❜ she winked and held up the flask before indulging herself && tucking it back away safely in her bag. ❛ isabela, so you got it half right on the first try. ❜ she chuckled at her own joke, shamelessly. ❛ bela works too, though. can i ask what’s got you so worked up ?? i’m a good listener----------------but also pretty nosey. ❜
virassn.
SHE’D HEARD RUMORS ABOUT ISABELA, from Varric of course. And she’d only assumed they were rumors because of how easily Varric spun wild tales ( about herself included ) but here she was, IN THE FLESH and not just a note sent through Leliana’s ravens saying that the mission went according to plan or that there was a minor setback but everything turned out alright. Isabela was here, in the flesh, and it felt quite surreal to see her standing in Skyhold after all the time she’d worked with the Inquisition out at sea. ❛ I’m certainly glad to see you’re not only a character in Varric’s tales, ❜ she mused playfully. She’d be a liar if she hadn’t suspected that the ILLUSTRIOUS tales of Isabela were fake.
@goodforsiix ❤’d
A LANDLOCKED HELL. that’s really what skyhold was. if you looked past all the doting orlesians looking for a handout and the------ she’d call it ‘colorful’ to be polite-------decor; the foothold of the inquisition was really no more enticing to her than a sunken ship && that’s why she’d tried her damndest from stepping foot inside the place. the weeks of land travel were not her forte ( especially with odd things breaking open out of the sky. ) the urgency of varric’s letter was convincing, though, as well as the promise that his beloved inquisitor would make up for the awfully dry locale. he hadn’t been wrong--------------- it’d been a long time since she’d seen someone so hard and so beautiful at the same time. maybe there was hope in this trip after all. ❛ i’m still a CHARACTER, that’s to be sure. ❜ she shrugged with a chuckle stepping beside the large table && adjusting her majestic hat atop her head. ❛ varric could only wish to create someone as illustrious as myself he’s creative, but hardly THAT creative. he just likes to take credit where it isn’t always due. however i’d certainly love to hear what he’s told you. maybe over some drinks later ?? i heard your quarters have quite the view ?? ❜
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