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am i not myself before i am your mistakes? [click + drag] // r.i.d
( **& STARTER: PARRIIES )
‘ you know, the SOONER we deal with these THUGS the sooner everyone will STOP bringing them up EVERY TIME we go OUTSIDE at night ‘
( **& STARTER: PRIDEOFAWARRIOR )
‘ KNIGHT CAPTAIN. ‘ his stomach drops with instant distrust as the familiar feeling of chilling fear ices through his veins, eyes narrowing and legs WINDING UP, ready to FLEE, ‘ what BRINGS you ? ‘
( **& STARTER: APRICIITATIS )
‘ BETHANY, I happened to OVERHEAR you speak of the AMELL family --- if you do not MIND me asking, just how do you KNOW them ? ‘
This place tended to make the hair’s on Fenris’ neck come to a stand. Perhaps it was the magic he knew that was involved here, though it was the abomination himself that really put the elf on edge. He’d heard it all, seen it all, when mages accepted a demon’s help. Anders claimed that Justice was no demon, but as far as he was concerned, a creature from the Fade was still a creature from the Fade, and he willingly brought an outside force into his body. He’d may as well slit his wrists and start the blood magic rituals.
How long would this mage need to be pushed until he acted out in the name of this ‘justice’?
“The basics.” Fenris’ held a tone as though that were obvious. “Needle, thread, Something to clean wounds with, tourniquets, and bandages. Potions won’t be denied, but I should be fine with the previous. You claim to be a healer; I assume you use more than your magic.”
The tension must’ve been crackling between them, as anyone nearby started to grow tense and pretend to not notice the underlining hostility.
He’s almost impressed with himself on how he can be ANNOYED at the SMALLEST of things as long as it is THIS ELF. Throughout the day several patients have come asking for bandages, for a favor, for this and the other, yet not ONCE has he felt such frustration with THEM. This elf had the power to drive him up the blasted WALLS, and just that in itself was a source of unyielding frustration. Anders was NOT a man with a QUICK temper or SHORT fuse - or at least the man he HAD been wasn’t, but with FENRIS it seemed he had NO FUSE AT ALL.
‘ of course, magic is a TOOL such as any, not DIVINE INTERVENTION. ‘ his frown is easily wiped off and traded for a reassuring smile when faced with the now awkwardly shuffling patients, realizing that if HE can feel the air VIBRATING then it was VERY likely that they would have as well. This was a SANCTUARY, a safe place, and despite the TENSION he knew it was not being threatened. ‘ i will get to you in JUST a MOMENT, please take a seat while you wait ‘
Turning his attention back towards the elf had the smile falls, replaced by a casual scowl as he gestured with a flick of his hand that the elf should follow, ‘ the supplies are kept in the back, let’s go ‘
A soft sigh. He was never good at asking for things, especially when he had healing magic of his own. It was crude, of course, he was far from being a spirit healer. It still worked though, and he generally felt bad about asking for extra help because of it. Still, he followed the other man’s lead and allowed himself to be tugged, although he clearly hesitated.
“I’m okay… really. No more bleeding, see?” he said, trying not to show too much of what had been a gash to his side via knife. It was tentatively closed thanks to Hawke’s own healing magic, but it was quite obviously there.
Gentle but insistent fingers pry Hawke’s hand away, and he isn’t lying - the bleeding has been stopped and the edges of the wound were reaching for each other, Hawke had obviously done his best to take care of it before coming here, or at least make it appear less of a wound than it was. ‘ You did a good job on this, Hawke ‘ his voice is soft, praising, as he takes a moment to secure fallen locks of hair into the tie at the back of his head before reaching for one of the vials that had been brewing just a moment ago ‘ but magic cannot fix everything, it’s not divine intervention ‘ the careful curl of a smile is still resting on his lips as he gestures towards the other mage’s side ‘ don’t hide it, i need to see it to fix it. ‘
magechampion:
The Blight took so much from Hawke and her family.
For little over ten years, her parents struggled to find a place perfect for their children. After losing that, getting anything back seemed hopeless. Regardless of how impractical her goals sounded, Hawke remained determined to give her mother a life of peace. Somewhere cozy, so mother could kick back, relax and not stroke out from worrying so much.
And now, two and a half years, Hawke had a new home. Sure, it was her mother’s childhood home but that did not make it any less of a home. If pretending to be a hero meant life stayed the same, then it hardly mattered how asinine her plans were. It was better to try taking down a dragon then watch those Hawke cared for suffer.
Family wasn’t the only thing Hawke had in Kirkwall.
She had something more. Something she never allowed herself to have back in Lothering. Friends? Companions. People who dealt with her shit on a daily basis. They might moan, complain or yell at her but all that matters is they remain by her side– in her life. It may not be perfect all the time but it wasn’t lonely either.
“Your bucket list would look pathetic if it only had ‘down with the patriarch’ on it. Which is why I’m here: to add to it. Trust me, it needs to be spiced up with a bit of danger. What’s the worst that could happen? We’re roasted alive?” –Yes, actually.
“If I thought we didn’t stand a chance, we wouldn’t even be here, Anders.” Hawke energetically patted the mage on the back, pushing him in closer. “Just try not to shit your trousers, eh?”
‘ hey, don’t INSULT my bucket list, it’s perfectly reasonable for it not to have “face down a dragon” as number one priority ‘ he mouths back, but the struggle is gone - he’s not even completely certain there was a struggle to begin with. Hawke is not known for backing down, he could not by the life of him had expected that a mere THIS IS INSANE would have any noticeable impact on the Champion. Still he is here, and knowing he’s got enough guilt on his plate as it is he does not need to add Hawke to it - he needs to be here if something were to happen (and when fighting a dragon, things are bound to happen), he is not going back to Kirkwall without Hawke in tow.
‘ YOU try not to get ROASTED and I’ll try my best with keeping my TROUSERS in a respectable state ‘ He gives an honest chuckle at her words and an amused shake of his head, this entire city was DERAILED beyond belief - must be something in the water. Then again, how bad could a dragon possibly be compared to the deep roads darkspawn? Worse. A lot worse. and a LOT bigger. He takes it back, he’s not jinxing this.
░▒▓██►OFXJUSTICE LIKED THIS POST FOR A STARTER.
‘ ANDERS. PLEASE ‘
She’s TIRED and, quite frankly, she’s starting to DOUBT whether she’s tired out of LACK OF SLEEP, or if she’s just TIRED of this conversation CONSTANTLY repeating itself. Her sleep is tainted, haunted —-RUINED. She can hardly catch a FEW hours of sleep, and during those SLIM hours there is no BLISS to be found for her mind is in HAVOC. She knows that the healer is AWARE of this —and especially since she FORCEFULLY moved her friend out of his shifty Lowtown HOLE and in to her estate. Vanja KNOWS he wants to make it EASIER for her. It’s just a POTION, but she won’t TAKE it. She didn’t WANT the POTION. She didn’t WANT it to be EASY. She didn’t WANT to be let off the HOOK.
‘ JUST…are you physically INCAPABLE to speak of anything ELSE? something preferably NOT FADE or NIGHTMARE RELATED? because I SWEAR if you mention DEMONS one more TIME- ‘
‘ I’m certain I could come up with another IMPENDING DOOM to nag about if I tried ‘ the vial is still cold in his hand, he will NOT yield. For a long time he’s been suspecting that the Champion does not sleep as she should - however it’s become apparent since taking up residence in the Amell estate ( he keeps reminding himself to write Surana, ask if she’s ever run through these very hallways - probably not, but he likes the thought ). His arm reaches out, once again, to make another attempt at handing her the vile WITHOUT FORCE. He is not unfamiliar with terrors of the night, for most of his life he’s struggled against them himself, and he will be THROWN OUT of this estate before he STOPS INSISTING she take the potion. ‘ There is NO LOGIC in this, VANJA, just take the BLODDY POTION before i POUR it down your throat MYSELF. ‘
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Hawke: If I’m murdered tonight, start the investigation with those two guys. [cap of Anders and Fenris]
I CAN TELL BY THE URGENCY IN YOUR VOICE
I’M GOING TO REGRET GETTING INVOLVED
( **& STARTER CALL )
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“They’re called dragons? ( sarcastically gasps! ) I had no idea! I’ve been referring to them as ‘cats’ for… maker knows how long!”
“We can’t exactly ignore something that could roast an entire city, Anders. What do you think’ll happen when all its tasty snacks run out? Spoiler alert: it goes searchin’ for more. And Kirkwall is gonna look like never ending buffet.”
SARCASM. Was he really expecting anything else? He’d be ashamed of himself if he had. Still, only for the sake of it, he gives a scowl and a disapproving sigh.
of course they have to do something about it, of course they have to face a DRAGON because EVERYONE else has the mind NOT TO, yet he cannot argue her logic, it’s TRUE and he loathes it. He takes a moment to wonder HOW he always ends up with the people who could just as well been the protagonist of a NOVEL, ‘ ---- fighting a dragon, crossing that off of my bucket list of things i never really wanted to do. ‘