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@insacrifice
to run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival & instinct. a ғɪᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴇss that was both PROUD & lonely, a tearing, a ｈｏｗｌｉｎｇ, a hunger & thirst. blessed are they who ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ & ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ. a strength that would DIE fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn’t stop until the l a s t b r e a t h had been wrung from its body. the will to take one’s place in the world. to say, i am here. to say, i am.
( PRIVATE RP BLOG FOR GERALT OF RIVIA. )
oathbonded:
he can hardly believe his own eyes. he almost feels like theatrically rubbing them with the edge of his palm, but decides against it. a fond, nostalgic smirk will have to do.
his eyes are heavy, only brought about by the even heavier weight on his shoulders. his eyes are heavy, nearly half-shut from a distinct weariness — no thanks to the false calling, to dreams that push the lines of his sanity.
he silently wonders how much of that is evident. alistair stares into distances at times, as if everything he’s ever been dealt is projected onto it (as barbaric markings on a cave, as writing in clouds, as imagery in a burning fire).
and, yet, he can’t help but grin—so much so that the skin surrounding his eyes crinkle. he exhales through his nose, a makeshift laugh.
’ you should write more. ‘
❛If it is any compensation for the lack of letters, my hair began to grey five years a f t e r the Fifth Blight ended.❜
ʜᴇ ᴍɪᴍɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʟɪsᴛᴀɪʀ's smirk, albeit smaller in comparison ; never the one to actually smile, but made the long trek of effort when reunited with friends of old. His Mabari, Barkspawn, barked happily & sat in front of Alistair, expecting a pat on the head & kind words. The Commander also felt it -- weariness, paranoia, & the false Calling that did nothing but ruin his mental health.
A cure for the Taint. Why did he ever consider going on this quest?
❛Knowing I, it wouldn't be a letter ten paragraphs long. Four words, crudely written in the worse handwriting Ferelden ever saw: Long time no see.❜
He coughed into a fist.
❛-- & maybe, just maybe, a drawing of Barkspawn here.❜
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Such a shame.
We could have been allies.
You, a Grey Warden, fighting beside me.
But you chose to stay behind and betray me.
-- How was the hanging?
Dear person I'm jealous of.
Dear person I’m jealous of,
It is funny how easy you can smile, when your entire world is crumbling before your very eyes.
It's astonishing how you can crack jokes and fool everyone into believing there is nothing wrong with you.
I cannot force myself to smile,
because I know I can't let go of things.
But you can.
How?
Dear dad,
Dear father,
What if my birth intended to kill mother? No offense to her, but the nerve-wracking guilt you crippled me with when I was just a child did wonders for me.
Look at who I became.
Realize that I saved all of Thedas from the Fifth Blight.
My younger brothers are proud of me, but are you?
Probably not.
dantesheaven:
(♠) — ❝Are you saying you punch your crushes? Oh naughty you… Pretty sure it works just fine❞
❛Well, they do get crushed if I punch them.❜
╰☆╮
Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.
Orlesian.
╰☆╮the way you hate orlesians is attractive in a totally platonic way ayyyy ( fuq cricuble tbh )
Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.
Best way to make friends with Loghain is to hate Orlesians.
╰☆╮ B) c h e e k b o n e s
Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.
//places ╰☆╮ behind ur ear like a princess
Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.
dantesheaven:
(♠) — ❝Now now; don’t be shy to let out your admiration for other people. You seem like the type that would simply stare at your crush & hope it counts as a flirt instead of articulate — And that’s no good❞
❛I am not much a vocal person in that department. I usually ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ ғɪʀsᴛ, ᴀsᴋ ϙᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ.❜
"Of course, lets get +25 Rivalry up in here with the Warden-Commander who has a vendetta against mages."
-- Dante, definitely.
?
send me a ? and my character will ask yours a question they’ve always wanted to but never have.
❛-- Did you use to have hair?❜
accipiteriisms:
Hawke gave a soft chuckle, minutely shaking his head at the Warden’s antics. The yawn was a tell tale give away of how truly exhausted he was, but Garrett wasn’t about to force him to sleep if the other wished not. He was short on words, never truly one to speak his mind in length.
“I’m sure the Inquisitor would find a way, they treat us as equals for whatever reason. I’m surprised to see you here, in my company even more so.”
That was a good thought -- why did he chose to push himself into Hawke's company instead of, perhaps, someone such as ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʟʟ﹖Lips pursed as he contemplated his answer, hands laced together & chin resting atop them.
❛The men & women down there will continue to nag me about Darkspawn & some even tried to punch me. The battlements are a far safer place for me.❜
He coughed into a closed fist. Fingers rubbed at his temples ; a headache began to form at the worse possible moment.
❛I am surprised I went this long talking to someone without having the urge to punch them instead.❜
{ insacrifice }
accipiteriisms:
Garrett could be seen leaning over the battlements of Skyhold, arms folded under his chest and in a surprising position of weakness. It was late, but he was not without his sword at all times. At the sound of footsteps he visibly steeled himself, looking over his shoulder with his perpetually annoyed expression.
“Warden Commander, you should be sleeping.”
❛Other people are awake at this hour, Hawke. -- Whose to say I cannot?❜
ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ, ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ groan was forced out of the Warden's mouth, the bones inside popping & stretching from weariness that he cannot afford to perpetuate -- that's what people'll say to him.
( ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ. )
No, I n e e d to find a ｃｕｒｅ．
❛As much as I'd like to switch to a room that does not have sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ slipping through the cracks of the ceiling, forcing me to wake up because of how b l i n d i n g it is, I cannot ask the Inquisitor to spare me that ｌｕｘｕｒｙ...❜
He sat on a nearby crate & yawned, ignoring the need to rub at his eyes.
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