sharesorrows

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—✕ █ ▌If it weren’t so cold, perhaps he’d tease Brook by dangling decanter just out of reach, but for as much as PHYSICAL activity would keep the fires in his bones ignited, he’s more concerned with the primal need to bundle oneself in the frozen weather. A hand slips out to return the drink, before it slips back in just as quick.

Head tilts, eyes as SHARP as daggers as he listens. Hawkish, like a teacher expecting student to flourish under his hands. A noble expression, blank and quiet until she finishes speaking, to which he responds, not with thunderous applause but a dull, unimpressed SNORT. Not that he carries blame towards her; how often do mages even get to see the sky from within their tower? But the joke doesn’t quite land for him either.

❝You don’t look particularly pleased by that.❞ But what generated this sour mood? Her lack of understanding? Or the memories that must have been dredged up oh so casually. ❝It isn’t too late to learn, you know. You’ve got PLENTY of life left in you.❞

He seems content to look back up, eyes taking in the BEAUTY above set to the sounds of a quiet breeze and the occasional hoot of an owl. He buries himself further in his bundle, the offer standing still in the air between them. For the great hero who saved Ferelden, Brook certainly seems content with leaning upon his shoulders. He’s come to REALISE that he doesn’t mind all too much.

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After catching the flask, she uncorked it and took another deep drink, trying to chase off the cold with the burn of whiskey in her belly. It was not really working, but turning down the excuse to feed her habit? Never. After taking a deep drink and tucking the flask back inside the inner breast pocket of her coat, she shook her head in response to his question, looking up glumly at the stars and traced the shapes she could see in her mind’s eye.

“Do you ever - I mean - sorry, I dunno how to make this point without bein’ blunt about it. You were a kid when Orlais was here and all that, you know what they were like when they were here. Do you ever think about how much you lost ‘cause of the shit people did to you?” It was a topic she thought about often, when she was especially miserable about the work they were doing and wondered about her noble name and the noble comfortable life she could have had. Brook shrugged, brushing off the suddenly very heavy topic as if it didn’t matter. “I dunno. I got fed and shelter and the Templars weren’t too bad, if you weren’t a little asshole like I was. Maybe I’m complainin’ about nothin’.”

She remembered the time she got cornered by a Templar who just wanted to play games with her and make her quiver with fear - the times she was locked in solitary - how close she was to being put to death because of someone else’s crime - about how every close relationship she formed got ripped away and dashed against the wall. How perilously lonely and scared she was growing up. And then she brushed it all away, because it was her fault, wasn’t it? She was the one who pushed and prodded the Templars until they hit back, right?

“Never mind,” she repeated her brushing off the subject, scooting aside to make room and slapping the space beside her in an invitation. At the very least, sitting next to someone might let her steal some warmth, if she had to sit out unable to sleep. “Come sit down here and show me. I wanna learn how to read star maps, like you can.”

[skjeggestads]

sorry for falling off the face of the planet a bit, Real World Stuff got in the way, but i’m back now!

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#(( am i ever going to be a consistent RPer? ))#(( probably not! ))

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I have an interest tracker for this blog now!

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merians​:

Sigrid stared open-mouthed at Brynja’s back for a moment before whispering Nooooo under her breath and launching herself out of her chair. A bit too fast, truth be told - the world spun around her for a split second before she got her footing right and launched herself at Brynja, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s waist.

“Nooooo,” she repeated. “You cannot do this to me, I thought we were friends.”

She barely got to the hearthfire in the middle of the room before the arms wrapped around her waist, trying to plant her in place.

“Friends play fair!” replied Brynja, squirming, trying to sneak and elbow in between herself and Sigrid to pry her off. The mixture of booze, Sigrid, and her attempts to wiggle free unbalanced her, and with a sensation like the floor of a ship suddenly turning on its side in a storm, she lost her balance, grabbed for Sigrid for an anchor, swore, and tipped over towards the floor of the tavern.

“Sigrid!”

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caelria ardonis accidentally radicalising a 14yo is not where i thought this night was going

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caedrons​:

Lying to protect the family she loved, that loved her. Wonderful. Because she was so good at lying, and cared so little for whether or not she could protect her family, and had so few reasons to worry about protecting them from herself anyway.

“Are you happy?” she asked quietly. “If all of this isn’t what you wanted, I mean. I didn’t know that.” She sighed. “Why is it so important, anyway, the bloodlines and ancient history, all of it? It seems like all it does is make everyone miserable whether they’re directly involved or not. Nobody I knew when I was little seemed any happier for it happening around them, it stresses everyone in my family out… Father’s the only one who seems to actually enjoy it, and he didn’t even grow up with it. I just don’t see the point.”

She blinked, a little taken aback. No-one had ever really asked her that, before. Was she happy? No. But... well, what she wanted was irrelevant.

"Truth is, Olivia, I am in the best place I can be. I have responsibilities beyond myself, as we all do. If I gave up my position tomorrow and ran away to a backwater in Ferelden, my cousin would slot into my place, and I don't think he's quite as suited to the position. It's good you can see the problems with the system we live in, those who can't inevitably drown in it. But it is a thing built by people more powerful than you. The weight of centuries, millenia of Tevinters weighs on us all, and only all of us together could break it. But there is no appetite for that. So you must learn to navigate it."

Her heart went out to Olivia. Dreams had a funny way of being crushed when one was a noble, but the machinations of Tevinter would not allow her to walk away. There was no protecting her from it - only making her aware.

"Chin up, my dear. You can make a life you want in it all. You could teach - is your great-grandmother not a teacher? You just cannot ignore reality in the process."

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x || starter for @haevatein​

In her room sat a trunk full of vials of thin reddish oil suspended in blood, all ready and waiting to be snuck into Adamant keep. Brook remembered the taste of the fluid inside, bitter and acrid and salty and coppery, and wondered - marveled, really - that a dumb decision she made at 17 to let a malificar Warden experiment on her might end up saving the world. She didn’t know if she believed in the Maker, but she had to wonder. It couldn’t be a coincidence that she took the potion, got recruited, remembered enough details to find the trail and had the Inquisitor believe in her enough to finish the damn thing?

It was a lot of miracles, but she wasn’t done asking the universe for them, yet. Rescuing the Wardens meant making a lot more of them drink the fluid in the vials and learn how to access the Blight magic latent in their system. She needed all of her charm, her luck, her skills, and maybe a miracle. Luckily, she knew a God she could ask, and he was currently hanging out in her favourite bar.

She sidled up to him and sat, panicking a bit about what she was going to say. How could she sell this to him? “So, uh, Loke,” she began, breaking the silence with unusual nervousness. “I need your help. Inquisition stuff. It’s important, but i don’t think I can do it alone, and. Well, I trust ya and I kinda need a miracle.”

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“I don’t want to be a good liar. I don’t want to live the sort of life where I need to be.” She had tried, over and over, to explain this to her grandfather, her father, her mother; she didn’t want to be a magister, she wanted to teach. “I don’t like politics, I’m not good at it, I don’t understand it like you and Grandfather do. I don’t know why he’s making me do this.” She didn’t want to go to the conclave in Haven, either, not that she had been given much of a choice in the matter; something about it made her anxious.

Olivia hesitated before standing, reluctantly following her family’s enemy-turned-tentative ally over to the mirror. She hated this, even if she was too polite (and, truth be told, intimidated) to say so. All she saw in the mirror was someone failing to live up to expectations, and no skill in lying could hide that.

"Nor did I," said Caelria, sympathetically. It was true - her older sister, Annia, was supposed to be in her place right now. Supposed to take over the Magisterium position, supposed to be the scion, supposed to be everything Caelria was. Obviously, things hadn't worked out that way, and the best thing Cael could do was to step into the position, to keep the family strong - and she'd done that, somehow, ending a blood feud generations in the making. She didn't want to force the girl into something she didn't want to do, but even the most sheltered Magister's heir had to reckon with their place in life - with her family's status, her bloodline, the expectations and responsibilities. She could run from all of that as much as she could run from her eye colour.

"We don't choose our families, nor do we choose the cards we were dealt, Olivia. The fact of it, my dear, is you are in an Altus family, with a magister for a grandfather and magisters all around you. Even if you don't enter the Magisterium, you will be a pressure point for anyone who thinks that the Caedron family makes a good target. You may have to lie to protect them, or yourself. Think of it like that, hmm?"

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“But y—” She sighed heavily. “Magister Ardonis, you told me to tell you lies, you already know that’s what they are so they’re not going to be convincing anyway. I don’t think you’re a fair judge. With all due respect,” she added hastily.

Cael ushered more firmly, inviting Olivia to her side. "Is a fencing master cheating when he parries your blow because he asked you to hit him? Is a thief who is teaching you to sneak cheating because he saw you, when he asks you to sneak across a room under his nose? I cannot tell, my darling, that you are lying because I asked you to lie to me. I can tell because of the way you stand, the tone of your voice, your hesitation. You are a poor liar."

Her expression softened, as well as her tone - from unyielding tutor to matronly, gentle, but brooking little argument. "You may have to lie to someone who already knows the truth, and you know he already knows the truth, and your life may hang on making him doubt himself anyway. I am not pointing these things out to make you feel inferior - this is the nature of Magisterium life. I am trying to make you strong enough to face it. Now, again, in front of the mirror. Lie to me."

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[ @sharesorrows - x ] ❛ i’m not used to people trying to kill me ❜ - jack, to lucan

Lucan took a very deep, very patient breath and reached out to place his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I know,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean you can start helping Jedi run off, in broad daylight, on fucking Korriban.”

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“They were hurt, Lucan,” said Jack, his friend’s hand on his shoulder a pale comfort in the face of the situation he’d put them in - and, he knew full well that it was a terrible situation all around, and he felt very much cowed about it, and he was sure to make that feeling clear in his voice and the curve of his shoulder. Dropping his voice, so no-one around could overhear - not that the wilds of Korriban were usually teeming with spies, but it never hurt to make sure, especially when Jedi were involved - he complained; “I’m was - am - a medic. Saving lives is what I do. I find it hard to understand why a Jedi life is any different in that manner, especially one refusing to be aggressive to us. I didn’t expect her to punch me.”

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[ @sharesorrows - x ] ❛ tell me some lies ❜ - cael, to anyone!

Olivia blinked at her. “Uh. Alright. The Chantry is right about everything, House Ardonis is House Caedron’s superior, and I would kiss a boy.”

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“No, no, no, my dear.” Caelria shook her head, tutting once. “If this is the education you have recieved, perhaps you should consider whether the second of those statements is a lie after all. Come here.”

She stood from her chair in a single flowing movement, white dress trailing behind her, and ushered Liv towards a mirror. “I shall not sit here whilst you tell me lies so barefacedly obvious. I will teach you how to lie properly myself.”

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[ @sharesorrows - x ] ❛ only you could contemplate imminent death and think ‘alright’ ❜ - brook, to ronos

“Are you so sure about that? How many times have you looked at near-certain annihilation, taken a drink of whatever you happened to be holding at the time, and thrown yourself directly at it?”

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“Mmm, no, that ain’t quite right.” Brook replied, though she was smirking at Ronos’ point - he did get very close to the core of it. How many times had she plunged head-first into impossible odds with just a shrug and a swig from a bottle? Enough times for him to notice! “I ain’t half that calm about it. It ain’t ‘alright’ - it’s ‘fuck, shit, for fuck’s sake, fine’. That’s what the booze is there for. It’s dutch courage.”

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[ @sharesorrows​ - x ] “Don’t the stories mention my stunning good looks? What about my cunning wit?”  // dragon age/brook maybe? 😘

Sigrid grinned brightly. “Well. They definitely mention your stunning good looks!”

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Grinning back, Brook flicked a lock of her own hair over her shoulder and planted her hands on her hips, knowing the pose tended to make her biceps and shoulders stand out - her best feature, in her own (not so humble) opinion. She had shoulders that could bench-press bears, and she was all too happy to let people know that. “Well, those stories ain’t wrong!”

She fell serious again and let her hands slip off of her hips. “Seriously though, Siggy. You ain’t mad I lied to you and Tore and the hold about who I was, are you? I never really thought it’d be relevant ever again, and then...” she gestured to the sky, where the Breach glowed a sickly hue.

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sorry, I won't be around much today, I have a wicked sinus headache and until i get some sudafed there's nothing i can do about it really💜

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cont from here with @haevatein​

“ I mean, she’s not wrong. Could use a bath or two, sweetheart. ” Loke gave Brook a scrutinizing look, but not one of genuine judgement. It was more a light jest if anything! he knew she would get it, for sure!

“You’re so fuckin’ rude, Loke,” she snorted, punching him lightly in the arm as she passed by, dropping her things down in piles as she settled back into her rooms. Despite her complaints, there was no heat in her voice. “I’ve been in the wilds for days, huntin’ demons and Templars and Maker-knows what, and this is how you say welcome back? ‘she’s right, you stink’? To think I choose to be around you, you fuckface.”