SCOUT

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RISES FROM THE ASHES

GUESS WHO REMEMBERED THIS BLOG EXISTED

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i love harding so much but i feel like i have such a shaky grasp on her character eughh

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@ostwickjoker

"You should tread carefully, there's lots of traps around. Hunter's traps. If they can take down a bear they can take down you, I'm sure."

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A note about shipping with me

[suchpoise-deactivated20161026]

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

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like this for a starter ;0

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└ ♠ ┐——  ❝ The Inquisition? You killed Movran’s son. ❞

She dismounted from her horse, landing on both feet with a loud thud. The Avvar was tall in stature, easily besting even some men in height. She looked down at the Dwarf with a  more passive expression as she approached carefully. It wasn’t like she held any grudges towards the Inqusition nor the Dwarven people. 

                   ❝ Your scout is most likely dead. Gates to the                        other world have opened here and demons                        walk about, tainting the earth with unearthly                        fire and cold. I’ve seen them. ❞

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She gave no answer, for she wouldn't deny an event that did happen, and the Avvar woman held no malice within her tone. Stating what was simply fact. Instincts implored her to rise, to run, to fight ( a budding seed of caution and paranoia ), but instead all the scout did was remain as she was. On the ground, practically defenseless.

"I know." To both things. "They come from the rifts, from the Breach. I --- we were here getting their locations for the Inquisitor." But there had been complications, leading here to where she was now. Swallowing, Harding could only wonder what the Avvar sought to gain from this meeting, if anything at all.

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└ ♠ ┐—— The Avvar looked down at the dwarf from atop her horse. Her gaze was, at best, indifferent though she was curious as to why this person was traversing the woods alone with nothing but a small blade to their name. She sniffed the air to  see if anyone else was hiding in the shadows and looked around for a moment. 

                  ❝ What are you doing here? ❞

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Atop her mount the woman was towering, framed by light through the trees; ethereal and terrifying all at once. She tightened her grip on the knife, but it'd do nothing to spare her from getting trampled beneath hooves.

"I was," words caught in her throat, just how much was she allowed to spill. What was necessary or nothing at all? Which held more importance, her tongue or her life? "I was looking for someone, a missing scout. We're with the Inquisition."

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@vovkism

Dazed, ears ringing, head pounding. Harding moved, flinched, a sharp breath as pain blossomed along her side. Where was she---? A figure approached and fingers searched for her bow. When she came up empty the scout settled for a small blade she had tucked away.

"Who's there?"

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Length of a stick prodded the coals, stirring cinders and (coaxing) the lush flames. The cold was neither stranger nor unknown; a sensation of dried skin LASHED by frigid breeze over && again. Truthfully, he spoke words which may have not settled for the scout as they did himself. Home, what was it again? How long did memories faded by time hold any IMPORTANCE to the warden? It wasn’t a question for the time being.  The chilled winds offered no such (comfort).

            “ I’ll hold you to that offer. If not here, then out of the tavern when we return. ”

Canine companion SHUDDERED before resting her head. The mabari no more so amused by mountainous air inducing shivers. He reached over, hand flat against the beast’s nape with (kind) motions before return towards his seat adjacent to the dwarf.

          “ We’ll endure, ol’ girl. We always do. ” 

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In her hands the scout broke sticks, tossing pieces absently towards the fire, flames consuming them greedily and spilling out warmth in return. For all it's efforts there was still a chill in the air, the kind that settled in bones and lungs and minds. Familiarity in the ache of it, like long winter nights where exploration led her too far from home and lectures over frost nipped finger tips.

"I'll not let you down, unless I drop you on accident."

The warden was good company, him and his faithful hound, though she made Harding miss her own dog. Beds seemed too big without her crowding.

"How long have you had her," she spoke up abruptly, looking from canine to man.

[andrastesass]

fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

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@ahvir

"It's a bit unsettling, if I have to be honest." The scout didn't know where to put here hands, resting them awkwardly on her own thighs. "I haven't done much riding." Getting on the back of large creatures was something she tended to avoid unless it involved killing it.

Behind her sat the Inquisitor, a steady assurance, though Harding would have preferred to be the one behind for the sake of having something to hold onto. Then again that might be awkward --- what if she started clinging? Or fell off? That’d be beyond embarrassing.

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like this for a starter ;0

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"I'm patient! I can wait!"

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: Sentence Starters

"Your pacing indicates otherwise, I'm a bit worried for your health at this rate. I am sorry no other mage skilled enough was unavailable, but the more you fidget the more likely it is we're too distracted to miss the signal."

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"But I am cold and tired, and ready for home."

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: Sentence Starters

Harding offered him a glance up, mouth and brow both quirked, but there wasn't an entire lack of empathy. Long days and long nights, a job that was never quite finished, ever more for them to do. How they all deserved a rest, respite somewhere warmed and walled, not huddled in a cave with a measly fire and furs to keep the chill out.

"At least the snow doesn't come up to your waist. If we’re competent we should be finished by tomorrow evening and on the way to Skyhold by morning. Think you can hold out that long or should I start carrying you there now?”

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The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013 film) : Sentence Starters

"They must have come here hoping beyond hope."

"_______, we'll never make it."

"Aren't you going to search me? I could have anything down my trousers."

"Revenge? REVENGE? I will show you revenge!"

"What have we done?"

"If this is to end in fire, then we will all burn together!"

"No. I will not die like this, cowering, clawing for breath."

"And who is this horrid creature? A goblin mutant?"

"You have no right to enter that mountain!"

"Turn around and don't come back."

"Do you think flattery will keep you alive?"

"I did not come to steal from you, O _______. "

"(S)He walks in starlight in another world."

"I belong with my brother/sister!"

"There you are, Thief in the Shadows!"

"I am fire! I am... death!"

"I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence, to see if you really were as great as the old tales say."

"I'm patient! I can wait!"

"Oh, no... This isn't their fault! Wait!"

"Yes! Yes, I'm afraid! I fear for YOU, _______."

"I instilled terror in the hearts of men."

"Come now, don't be shy... step into the light."

"Do not think I won't kill you, _______!"

"I know you're there. Why do you linger in the shadows?"

"It is not our fight."

"If (s)he had a name, it's long since been lost."

"Yes... Yes, what the stories said is true."

"Such is the nature of evil, in time all foul things come forth!"

"You are being used, _______."

"_______... That's a good name!"

"But I am cold and tired, and ready for home."

"You have nice manners for a thief, and a LIAR!"

"They are greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than themselves..."

"We do not have to like him/her, we simply have to pay him/her!"

"War is coming."

"If you awaken that beast, you'll destroy us all!"

"Barrels! Now that is interesting!"

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The Hinterlands

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   Troubled. A smile touched the edge of Ilaan’s mouth, warm and still. Troubled, she supposed, was indeed a word for it. Grateful for a moment of RESPITE, the Inquisitor let her staff lean against the crumbling stone wall that circled the camp, “Did I? There must be something aging about towns full of walking CORPSES —–”

   “As I’m sure you don’t need ME to remind you … but past that, I promise, hren : I am well enough. Thank you,” she put aside her pack, sodden with the rain, and let her smile settle in Harding’s direction, “Do you have word for me?”

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Harding did her best not to fidget, not to fiddle with her fingers as the inquisitor spoke. Of course, of course, "Of course," she heard it echo before it came out of her lips, her own smile small and sheepish. No hardness in tone, but still words weighed heavily upon her and surely she's overthinking it. Knowing this doesn't make her feel any less foolish --- she hoped it didn't show.

"Yes --- a small group of bandits were found to the east and quickly dispatched, but we suspect there may be a hideout of them further in. Aside from that there is no trouble, at the moment. Something's bound to pop up, as things are want to do."