I'm not hiding any more.

I accept what I am and act accordingly. I can pretend to be miserable if you want, but I'm not. Independent RP blog for Circle mage Bethany Hawke. Semi-active.

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Anders coming to visit Bethany in the Circle! :o (@itallcomesapart)

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The first thing she does is hug him - an action that speaks mainly of being desperate for kindness, and beyond relieved to see a familiar face. “I didn’t think - “ she begins, before seeming to come back to herself a little. The younger mage pulls away, murmuring sheepish apologies. She sculpts her face and posture into something more refined, and tries again.

“I didn’t know you were coming. I - how did you get in? Is this safe?”

(Bethany: friendship +15)

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Dragon Age Meme Idea

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Page from the dragon age adult coloring book I colored

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I just realized this blog turns one year old today

*quietly throws confetti*

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Somewhere or Other | Edelyn & Bethany

Sleep felt very far away.

New recruits always got the worst watch shifts, or so Bethany had been told. Not that it made much of a difference as far as she was concerned. The damned nightmares meant she hadn’t felt rested since well before her Joining. Sitting awake for an hour or two in the middle of the night never made much difference - especially when they were so far underground she couldn’t tell whether it was night or day.

She’d been playing with the fire for a while now, making it rise and fall, as had become habit. Part of it was giving her mind something to think about besides how cold and miserable the Deep Roads was, but a small part of her twinged with excitement at the act, even if she’d never admit it. To use magic freely in front of other people - Maker, she thought she’d never see the day this would happen. She’d longed for this privilege for over a decade. If only it hadn’t had to come to joining the Wardens to get it.

There was some rustling behind her where the others lay in their bedrolls, but Bethany kept her eyes on the sparks as she heard the sounds of someone rising and then approaching.

“I can sit another hour if you wanted to get some more sleep. I’m...not very tired.”

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Bethany: a Valentine from Alistair

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((Reblogging to preserve this, and because Alistair is adorkable. <3 ))

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In honor of Valentine's Day, ask my Muse questions about their love life!

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          “You made the right decision, you can do more here. Your sister does not define you.”

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“The people around us don’t always agree,” Bethany answered with a wry smile, hardly skipping a beat. How many years had it been since she’d been greeted with something other than a variation of, “Your name is Hawke? I think I’ve met your sister”? Still - that was a blessing sometimes, for a mage trying not to be noticed.

“I’m all right. It’s just lonely, now that she’s left again.” A slight frown tugged at her mouth as she turned to him. “Did you need something?”

↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway . . . eventually . . .

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plotting call, because I want to get active on here again. c:

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The house felt very quiet.

It was always quiet in Lothering, of course, backwater as it was. Elliot just felt particularly aware of it at present.

Will I feel it when he dies? the boy wondered dully. They said spirits went through the Fade to be with the Maker when they died, and Elliot had long since begun to realize that his connection with the Fade was of a different sort than…maybe anyone’s. That he could feel everything pressing twice as close around him…

Will I feel it when Father dies?

He’d find out, soon enough. Malcolm was dying by inches, the slow steady progression of the taint. Stray darkspawn sometimes drifted through the village; it was said they had some sort of nest in the area, near Ostagar. One of these had found Malcolm before the town militia could drive it off. Hampered by the inability to cast magic without drawing attention to himself…he’d grown careless and the blood had touched him.

Mother said he might still get better, of course, but that was just because Mother didn’t want to see the truth of it. Elliot and Bethany and Carver all knew better. They’d heard the stories. Either he’d die or he’d turn into one of those…things. Dying was better.

He sat outside on the steps of the house, his arms on his knees and his head on his arms. He ought to go in and try to talk to Father…again…but it never did any good. They always ended up angry. Better to let someone else say better goodbyes.

Footsteps behind him jarred him from his thoughts but he didn’t look up. “Go ‘way,” he muttered.

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At the age of seven, just weeks after discovering her powers, Bethany had tried to make fire for the first time. The spell wasn’t catching quite right, kept manifesting into electricity instead, until Father had cupped his palm underneath hers and sent up the faintest hints of a glow - careful not to burn her, only to send the tingling, zapping sensation over her fingers as demonstration of what she should feel.

She’d done the same for him today, sitting on the edge of his mattress and trying desperately to draw a smile out of him. It had worked for Father, but only just. For Bethany, it was a painful realization rather than a happy memory: he hadn’t been able to cast in days. They were closer to the end than anyone wanted to think.

He’d cupped her cheek when the shades went down over her eyes, there, and pulled her into a hug with the strength he had left. “Daffodil? Listen to me. I’ve always loved you just as you are, and I’m proud...so proud of who you’ve become.”

For a few moments, there, she’d cried against him. Then Mother’s hand was on her back, urging her up: “Be a dear and send Carver in.” She’d kissed Father, told him she loved him, and gone to do as asked.

The house felt stifling now, as if it were pushing her out. Though she hadn’t meant to go far, Elliot’s voice brought her to a stop even before the steps, and it took the space of a few breaths for her legs to start working again.

“I need some air,” was all she said, barely a murmur, and took a seat next to him. Distantly, she was sure she looked a mess, but what did it matter? Elliot certainly wasn’t going to comment.

I could pray. Should have brought out my copy of the Chant. Even as she thought it, she knew it wouldn’t have helped. O Maker, hear my cry...

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plotting call, because I want to get active on here again. c:

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plotting call, because I want to get active on here again. c:

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A shadow passed across Aislin’s expression; beside her, Anders stiffened. “She… doesn’t talk-” he began, but Aislin cut him off with a gesture.

“No, it’s fine,” she said quietly. Turning, she looked Beth straight in the eyes. “I trained at Kinloch Hold,” she said, “but my specialty is fire. Anything I know of healing magic, I’ve learned here, from Anders.”

Anders stared at Bethany for a moment, then at Aislin. “So you’ll tell a cute girl about your past, but not your mentor?”

“Maybe I’m just not into blondes,” Aislin shot back dryly. She shook her head. “You’re a teacher, and a very good one. I wouldn’t call you my mentor. Also, your sense of humor’s abysmal.”

“And yet, you answered to it,” Anders grinned. “That’s… I do believe that’s a first.” He turned to Beth. “Stick around more often, won’t you? You’ve made more progress on her in five minutes than I have in months.”

Any response Bethany might have given was cut off before it started. He’d said - cute? Maker have mercy, she must have been at least five shades of red in the face. Not that she’d ever thought of him that way, what with probably ten years between them, but...oh.

Utterly lost for words, all she could do was nod blankly and turn to focus on Aislin again. There. That’s simpler. Not as much to think about, or make sense of...right? Right.

“I can’t blame you for not wanting to share,” she managed, feeling stupid. “People like us, um, we get used to hiding it. It’s normal, I think.”

She risked a quick glance and smile in Anders’s direction. “Kinloch? In Ferelden? I grew up there - in Lothering. My father taught me at home.” A vague hand gesture accompanied the explanation. “He trained in the Gallows, but he got away.”

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——————— ROLEPLAYING HISTORY !

the rules are simple ! post ten characters you’d like to role play as , have role played as , and might bring back . then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten characters , just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ) . aside from that , please repost instead of reblogging !

CURRENTLY PLAYING !

·       bethany hawke   //   dragon age   //  magicnotmiracles

HAVE PLAYED !

·       samantha traynor //   mass effect    //   normandycommspecialist

·       kendall hawke  //    dragon age    //   unpreparedviscount

·       liara t’soni //    mass effect    //  ifindyousofascinating (deleted)

·       little sister cindy meltzer //    bioshock 2    // cindymeltzer (deleted)

WANT TO BRING BACK !

·       sam and kendall - I still have both their blogs set up but have lapsed into inactivity. :( one of these days I’ll figure out how to manage multiple RP blogs at once. sam will almost undoubtedly be brought back once ME RP picks up again.

WANT TO WRITE !

·      my adaar inquisitor OC. leliana. presumably someone from mass effect andromeda once that comes out. and a child OC, because as @ostwickjoker knows, I have way too much fun writing kids. :P

TAGGED BY: @ostwickjoker TAGGING: @alistairoftheirin, @kirkwallcomedyshow, @wilddeoren, @madechamp and anyone else who wants to

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“She’s an Amell, you know,” Alistair says with a soft smile as he pokes at the fire with one of the logs. “The Hero of Ferelden, I mean. I don’t know if that story made it all the way out here. She used to talk about trying to find her family. I didn’t make the connection at first, until you mentioned your uncle Gamlen in Lowtown.”

It’s been so easy, getting to know her. Bethany isn’t like anyone he’s ever met before, and while he wants so desperately to ease the pain he can see she’s holding onto but won’t share with him yet, he’s at least able to make her smile. And what a smile it is. He’s spent more time grinning than is usual, even for him, and the other Wardens haven’t had any qualms about teasing him for it when Bethany’s not paying attention. At least, he hopes she hasn’t been paying attention. Maker, I wish I knew whether it was all right to tell you.

He gives her a small, pleased grin and raises an eyebrow. “I should introduce you, whenever we make it back to Ferelden. You’d like her, I think. She’s a very skilled mage. Good sense of humor about it, too. We never even got into arguments about it, and you’d think we would have. She said that she had a good relationship with the templars at her Circle, though, so I suppose that gave me a bit of leniency.”

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She’d thought, after first setting foot in Kirkwall and feeling its thin veil, hearing Fade spirits so clearly could drive a person mad. It was dizzying enough, anyway, the closer you got to the Gallows. Thinking of it now makes Bethany want to laugh. A few murmurs now and again don’t even compare to the nonstop whispering, the mix of demons and darkspawn that only get louder when she sleeps. It hurts, and it’s making her slow.

There are things that help, of course, even if nothing takes it away. Fighting helps, but talking is better - it keeps her present without forcing her to dwell on where they are. Talking with Alistair most of all. He’s...well. He makes the unpleasant parts of the life they’re in melt away, not bother her so much. She can’t help hoping it does the same for him.

“I heard the stories, but I never met her,” she admits, raising a hand to play with the flames almost idly. It’s still strange being able to cast spells so freely, not caring who sees - but that part, at least, she can get used to. “Our home was destroyed when we left Lothering. There wouldn’t have been anything for her to find.” All evidence of the decade they spent there, wiped away so quickly - everything but the staff Father left her when he died.

“Do you still write to her? All the stories said she vanished once the Blight was gone. I always wondered...”

Maybe she’s too invested in making the flames dance in a pattern, or maybe it’s the ever-distracting chatter in her head, but the words don’t sink in at first. She pauses, then, pulls her hand back, and lets her eyes go out of focus as she tries to recall. Is this about something I should know? “Arguments about what?” she asks finally, meeting his eyes. “I knew she’s a mage, but what would templars have to do with...?”