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i’m literally going to cry Jaquin just starts going off at someone and Anders appears like ah this is where I left my boyfriend please excuse us and just fuck in g picks him up like time to go Jaq but Jaq is just

                                                                      RAGE

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linthanellan

        ` I DON’T KNOW what you’re talking ‘bout. my face is the most charming thing in thedas, yeah? also, enthused—y’know… happy. excited! those weird, bouncy feelings people get sometimes. `

                                   ❝ — nooo, do not look so angry! It is a nice spooky. ❞ but he’ll pause at the others words, brows lifting rather incredulously. 

                                   ❝ Why could you not just say happy? You common-speakers are all so strange. I hear a man say balderdash the other day. What does this mean? I do not know. Sounds like a rash one gets from too much sex. ❞

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writing jaquin more like extreme fear as i’m writing a constantly horny smol elf man with NO FILTER and little to no physical strength.

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linthanellan

        ` FORGIVE ME FOR not soundin’ all that enthused. `

                                    ❝ --- your face is spooky and I do not know what an enthused is. ❞

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                       send a symbol for my muses reaction | ☾ = being found shirtless | accepting!!

                                             ❝ -- Commander? ❞

         & he had entered without prior knocking, --- to a sight he did not          expect. but no complaints were given. Jaq merely stared, sentence         halted before it could even begin as he’d gaze on the undressing         man in his midst. quite literally stared. some may apologize. some          may blush. most would leave. but after a solid few seconds of          bright-eyed admiration, he’d sit himself down to the side with eyes          refusing to leave the others form, and just ... well. sit.

                                     ❝ No, no. Please. Continue. ❞

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veilled:

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

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ohcourage

He has, of course, made note of the newest member of the Inquisition. A powerful MAGE, a seer —- all such things which make him of more INTEREST than any simple recruit. Cullen has not met him yet, and despite all his experiences with magic, he is curious. Yet, he still is surprised when the KNOCK at the door brings the man himself to his office —- whether it is a goof surprise or not is yet to be decided. 

              “ Ah —- I have heard  much about you. Please,                  sit down. I’ve been looking for a distraction, I                  must admit. Supply line reports are hardly my                  favourite   way   to   SPEND   an   afternoon. ”

                                     ❝ -- all good, I hope.❞   Jaquin has little idea what a supply line report is, & his grin does little    to mask that. not that it matters, particularly. he’ll march on over    with a piece of parchment in his hands, perching himself to sit on the   edge of Cullens desk and leaning back on one hand to show him.                                     ❝ I do not know what this says but it was given to me to deliver. I can decipher literally nothing of what it say. The woman who gave it to me looked very spooky, in an angry way. Like a spider. I would be aroused, but I am, as they say ---- Jaqueer. ❞

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I think you have a crush on Anders. 8)

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      ❝ Why would I want to crush Senor Grumpers? He is not that grumply. ❞ 

 Though Jaquin cannot begin to comprehend the correct pronunciation of grumpy, he does understand what having a ‘crush’ on someone meant. He is expert at dodging it vocally --- but there is a lingering smile. A lighter flush in the apples of his cheeks that is fairly foreign to him. Also, the fact he has an endearing nickname for the man ( which he wouldn’t admit to Anders himself ) kind of speaks for itself.

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boundstaff:

He was so afraid, so petrified of what Jaq would say in response. Clancy wanted to believe, Maker he wanted to believe so badly, that Jaquin understood, and felt the same. He didn’t want to go back to having no one there for him, to being exiled, hated, for something he couldn’t control. Magic was all he had, and while he tried desperately to convince himself it was all he needed, it wasn’t true.

The touch was surprising, and Clancy sucked in a sharp, shaky breath in response, trying not to flinch or tense, because this was what he wanted. Jaquin’s hands were warm and comforting, helped Clancy’s shoulders lax and brows unfurrow.

“Good. That’s–I’m–” He was so poor with words, swallowing thickly. “Thank you.”

          ❝ you are welcome. ❞ & he’d draw his hand from the others, ears twitching upwards a tad at the shift in atmosphere. Jaquin dealt little in the ways of interpreting emotion, & so reeled back his own at the intake of breath. He read things too deeply, too quickly. So instead those fingers would raise to scurf through his own hair, fixing it behind his ear and taming the curls that would otherwise obscure his vision. 

         ❝ though you should not need to thank me, no? What would I be if I did not cheer you up when you are sad? ❞

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fadehearted

    “Mmm. And you never think to stack the deck?” Expression skeptical, Fenris leaned back in his chair, hands curling protectively around his glass. “Testing the quality of your luck is one thing… recklessness is another matter entirely.”

      ❝ what the what? ❞

     & he ceases to raise his own cup to his lips, brows quirking in question. common tongue phrases are often lost on him, afraid to say. so he’ll just await explanation with eyebrows aloft and smile firmly in place.  ❝ you do not need to be lucky to take chances. you need to believe in your ability to .. mm .. dig yourself out of a bad situation if the chance does not work. which i am very good at. ❞