I Am Lost In A World Of War {Semi-Hiatus}

{Inquisitor Adrien Lavellan}

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{I’m actually scared to try and rp here again.}

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Thedas Aesthetics - Halla

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themageofyourdreams:

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“I’m sorry….I didn’t mean yo make you angry…” he said softly clasping his hands together in nervous habit. “I’m sorry about your friend….I wish we could have done more to help them.” he said gently and looked up at him. 

“If you ever want to talk or….not drink tea…maybe other beverage together we could just talk. I do enjoy hearing about the fade it’s fascinating when you talk about it.” 

“ Not I am sorry, I need to still thank you. With out you I would not have been able to help Wisdom.” He smiled at the elf and nodded. “That sounds pleasant. “ He was honest last few days he felt more lonely losing his friend.

“Will you wish to do so at this moment? I am free. “ He smiled and relaxed in his stance.

He smiled brightly and nodded. “I can go to the kitchen and grab snacks and drinks what would you like?” he asked. His smile might have been considered infectious to others the innocent naive elf with a smile of gold. “We can go anywhere to somewhere quiet and not likely to be interrupted there is a library that is set off in the lower levels that I go to all the time.”

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friend-of-the-dead:

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He flinched at his sudden burst. But oddly enough it was comforting to know that this man felt as he did. No matter what happened the gods would help. He smiled softly. “Thank you.” he whispered. He then motioned for him to follow. The walk was slow but comforting. The gentle hum of the forest made him feel at home again. 

Finally they arrived at a shrine hidden away from wandering eyes. He reached into his pouch and pulled out some lovely purple flowers. “I was told my mother’s favorite flowers were these so….I hope she is at rest when I bring them.”

He did not receive an answer to his ling of questions, not precisely so at least.  Looking slightly confused for a moment the mage decided the barely audible words were directed at his offer, not his rant so a nod was all he gave before following. They walked in silence and Falon’Din used the moment to take in the natural beauty that overshadowed how time had worn down this place. It still was calming, the young man he kept company seemed to have similar thoughts, at least he did not say much more until they reached a shrine.

The place was even more peaceful, as if the trees blocked out any other sound from the surrounding forest. Something in him almost triggered a cautious reflex as the white haired elf mentioned ‘favorite flowers’,  but he relaxed again as he saw the petals.  The other’s words indicated a loss at a fairly young age. Never an easy topic… “So…she was taken from you quite early, I believe?”  this time his voice was not as indifferent, though it still could not completely shake the inner revolt about someone doubting his capacies… “You are a mage, have you ever tried confirming yourself that she is not restlessly wandering somewhere?”

He gently placed the flowers down at the foot of the shrine and then stood back up straight. He shifted uncomfortably. This was something he never talked about. Then again no one ever asked. “She died giving birth to me, my clan said all the magic had been sucked out of her during the birth and that I was found by her dead body hours later with my father no where to be found.” 

It felt strange to tell someone this. Like a weight on his chest crushing him. “I would have tried but I do not know what to look for there is nothing left of her to look for. I tried when I was a child and I encountered a spirit. The spirit touched my forehead and when I awoke my hair was white and the clan said my eyes were different as well.......I’m sorry for rambling it’s not important and I must be boring you.”

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Chubby Iron Bull Tummy

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drinkyourjuicerodriguez:

reblog if you agree

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neoarcadianmememachine:

Send (ू• ౪•ू ) to touch my muse’s cheeks and squoosh them.

[coriphallus]

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coriphallus:

...Unless you want to.

thank you for 1k followers!

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extevinter:

lostfrozenwhispers:

He looked back up at him at the words and smiled brightly. “That would be great thank you Dorian.” he said. He noticed a shimmer of red on the males neck and stood up reaching into his pouch and pulling out a salve.

 “Dorian bend down so I can reach.” he said going to reach up to his neck to apply the salve. 

          Hot pain ignites when he touches finger to neck, the tender red skin masking the promise of a bruise. Dried blood and hard mud stick tarlike to Dorian’s face and clothes, and spider web sweat spills from his hairline.

“What? Why?” 

          He swipes a hand back his neck, cupping the scrape like he’d cup a butterfly.

“What are you doing? Is it infected?   Should we go back? Do I look   feverish? I think I feel feverish –”

He smiled softly and used his free hand to feel the others forehead. “Your fine Dorian and it’s just an elfroot salve I just need to make sure I put enough on the scrape and you are taller then me.” he said before gently kissing his cheek.

A small little show of affection. Nothing with intent but his way to possibly distract the other long enough to apply the salve. 

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And no one is gonna come tell you that your fine and ok. Because its only white noise. They'll say nice things then go back to overlooking you for better blogs.

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Aw did you get your feelings hurt? Your nothing. All those characters you like that other people rp will always ignore you cause you are just a worthless character

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Wow no one wants to rp with you. Shocker there. You kinda suck and should just delete your blog. No one gives a shit either cause your just another lavellan inquisitor

oh

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{Would anyone like to thread?}

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{I don’t really know know how to handle anon hate.}

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extevinter:

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He looked up at the male and a smile spread over his lips. “You always did prefer something more flashy anyways.” 

In the aftermath of the battle the handy work was evident. Both burn marks and formations of ice littered the battlefield. He let out a breath then sat down in the dirt. “Ice and now just came more naturally to me then anything else. It came as naturally as breathing unlike the other elements. I can barely keep a flame lit in my hand so you have the upper hand there.” 

          Dorian’s neck is wet and warm; a paw with his left hand comes away slick. It’s a minor scrape, but the clot wells and bursts at the attention, the dribble of dull red the only remnant of a barrier that failed him. 

          His shoulders set with more even composure as the heat of battle simmers, and a shaggy pant paves the way for balanced breath.

“I wonder why – exactly – that is. Another reminder   of how little we understand of magic, I suppose. In   any case, if ever you get the hankering to master   other elements, I’d be happy to teach you.”

He looked back up at him at the words and smiled brightly. “That would be great thank you Dorian.” he said. He noticed a shimmer of red on the males neck and stood up reaching into his pouch and pulling out a salve.

 “Dorian bend down so I can reach.” he said going to reach up to his neck to apply the salve. 

[thelyriumlion]

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lyrium-commander:

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lyrium-commander:

“Don’t be shy.” He purred, Cullen….. maker he was tainted. Red lyrium flowed through his veins, killing samson he took over the red templars. He tormented small villages and outposts for now, he broke off from corypheous. That bastard was alone. The commander stood up from his red lyrium infused stone throne, red eyes alight with a certain darkness to them. “ Step into the light.”

The smell of blood and red lyrium filled his nose and he tried to block it out. He held his staff in his hands as he hid behind a pillar. He hadn’t expected to see the former commander so soon. Taking down the red templars was as big a threat as corypheus. But right now he was alone and no backup to speak of. He slowly walked out from his hiding spot ready to defend himself with magic if need be. 

The man chuckled darkly and looked around. “ Don’t be shy, it is only the two of us here.” His red eyes Finally landed on the mage. “And there you are….surprised that you are alone.” He purred, the lyrium in his veins pulsed faster.

He carefully moved forward holding his staff ready. “I wanted to....see if there was hope for you.” he said softly wording falling out quickly. The sight of the other was overwhelming and his stomach turned. His heart beat began to rapidly pound against his chest.  

[charonan]

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charonan:

blackwall’s voice actor narrated a documentary about fish and it’s the best thing

[thelyriumlion]

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lyrium-commander:

“Don’t be shy.” He purred, Cullen….. maker he was tainted. Red lyrium flowed through his veins, killing samson he took over the red templars. He tormented small villages and outposts for now, he broke off from corypheous. That bastard was alone. The commander stood up from his red lyrium infused stone throne, red eyes alight with a certain darkness to them. “ Step into the light.”

The smell of blood and red lyrium filled his nose and he tried to block it out. He held his staff in his hands as he hid behind a pillar. He hadn’t expected to see the former commander so soon. Taking down the red templars was as big a threat as corypheus. But right now he was alone and no backup to speak of. He slowly walked out from his hiding spot ready to defend himself with magic if need be.