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Dark circles still linger heavily beneath green eyes. Though her childhood friend?? Tamlen manages to get a smile out of her. “Oh, please. You and your -” Mihtriel pauses. She blinks, gently taking the stone within her hands. Looking back and forth a couple of times, the apostate blushes lightly and doesn’t move much more than a slight shuffle of her feet. “I-I – perhaps I’m just too tired. You don’t… Keep it, Tamlen. It’s yours.” She doesn’t sound as convinced as usual, looking up at him slightly. “Is this really for me?” Mihtriel asks quietly.

tamlen’s a little more aware of her current state, eyeing her as she takes the object and sends a few weary glances his way.

“ of course it’s for you. i hope it keeps you from nightmares and gives you good luck from here on out... and besides, it’s beautiful and belongs to someone who is not me... at least to someone who is pretty enough to match... “

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Mihtriel had duties to complete. Ones that exhausted her – but of course she was the Inquisitor. Blinking - of course she’d notice his call. Mihtriel moves, checking to see if anyone notices her slipping away to where Tamlen is now located. “I – are you alright?”

he’s happy to be seen, and he steps from his hiding place and into the open.

“ alright? mm. that’s kind of an over-statement. i’d settle with alive and breathing. that’s more like it-- anyway... “

a hand goes to struggle with the clothing they had given to him to wear, and fingers tangle and pull a small gemstone from his pocket.

“ i found this and immediately thought of you. i’d like you to have it. “

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“ psst. “ a quick call, a hopefully successful attention-grabber. tamlen’s ducked down behind the stairwell pillar just outside the castle, and he’s probably been waiting there quite a while.

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ofdxlish said:

and i’m gonna mow it

get fucked, thedas.

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your ass is grass.

#; ooc.#;c: hi guys.

I just started playing as a female dalish elf in origins......I had no idea what I was getting myself into. This blog helps further my denial.

HAHA. OH GOd. i’m sorry. i am so sorry.

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the only thing keeping him happy at this point is the fire he has built on the far side of the garden. arms are huddled inside a blanket he dragged from some bedroom-- not exactly sure whose it was-- and a scowl plasters itself onto his face.

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ooc; THE BAE.

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friendly reminder and, sadly, something rpers tend to forget:

rping does not have a point. it is for fun and you should never have to try and reach the expectations of everyone because you rp as a hobby, you rp because you want to and nothing should matter if you're having fun!!!

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#; ooc.#;c: if you guys wanna plot pls PLS send me a message.#;c: you can also add me on skype if you want. shoot me an ask!!!

ooc; anyway. despite my stress, i'd like to try and rp here more. i love tamlen will all my heart and love to write as him--- ... and if anyone has any ideas on how to get icons and gif icons-- please don't hesitate to speak to me at all--

#; ooc.#;c: in short: id like to rp here more and get some nice icons

ooc; do you ever feel tired and stressed and you want to sleep but at the same time you don't and there's some reason you can't write or draw or do anything and you want your hands to be doing something but you can't decided because right now i'm ready to just. i don't know.

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ofdxlish

She didn’t hate it — she just disliked it a lot more than she let on. Mihtriel just wanted to be in a position where she wasn’t constantly stared at or judged just because of a Mark on her hand. The elf was there to close rifts and knock Corypheus back down to where he belonged. So - she had to slip away, if only for a short period of time. The fresh air worked wonders, calming her and clearing her mind of at least the noise of the party. He can still sneak up on her. She leans - blinking as he approaches. Mihtriel wishes she wasn’t in the slightly itchy formal outfit, but — it was red, and it wasn’t that insufferable tan outfit either. Mihtriel is thankful for the darkness. It picks up the light in both of their eyes though it drowns out the blush that hits her cheeks. “A-ah…. No…” She coughs into her hand. "I should say you’re looking quite charming yourself, Lethallin." Mihtriel says back.

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at least tamlen's dressed slightly presentable. it's a suit, neatly crafted, but he hates it, thinks its hideous, horrible, all because it was made by a human.

his focus is not on his own attire, however, and is instead directed straight for mihtriel. all of her, not only the dress, but her face, her voice. the way she carries herself, the way the moon seems to highlight her hair and shimmer.

" oh, yes. and i look stupid, but you... my, oh, my, mihtriel. "

he's taken back, much like a child who can't get past someone telling them that their crush likes them, too. his attention is drawn to the music that spews faintly from the closed door.

" would you, ah-- care to dance...? "

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tamlen's not one for the life of a shem, especially those who call mihtriel, sabrae's mihtriel, his mihtriel, their herald of andraste.

the party inside has been going for hours, and once he's decided to finally wander from the questions of curious shemlen and make his way outside, he sees her standing at the side of the staircase, arms crossed and rested upon the balcony rail. she looks lost in thought, but my, she looks rather beautiful under the stars.

and her eyes, oh, her eyes.

tamlen sighs, pulls the door to a close silently behind him. the elf steps, strides awkwardly with hands behind his back until he reaches her. he clears his throat, glances up at the stars, and averts his gaze back to his friend.

" my, don't you look beautiful tonight, lethallan. "

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