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smyter:
SMALL PSA
to feel better and refreshed i’m going to be rebooting and moving wolfram, as well as updating my rules and writing alias! not a lot will change ooc-wise, and nothing about wolfram’s character or present threads and relationships established through rp will change, i just feel a mighty need for some spring cleaning.
THE MAN HAS BEEN RELOCATED
smyter:
SMALL PSA
to feel better and refreshed i’m going to be rebooting and moving wolfram, as well as updating my rules and writing alias! not a lot will change ooc-wise, and nothing about wolfram’s character or present threads and relationships established through rp will change, i just feel a mighty need for some spring cleaning.
THE MAN HAS BEEN RELOCATED
smyter:
SMALL PSA
to feel better and refreshed i’m going to be rebooting and moving wolfram, as well as updating my rules and writing alias! not a lot will change ooc-wise, and nothing about wolfram’s character or present threads and relationships established through rp will change, i just feel a mighty need for some spring cleaning.
THE MAN HAS BEEN RELOCATED
smyter:
SMALL PSA
to feel better and refreshed i’m going to be rebooting and moving wolfram, as well as updating my rules and writing alias! not a lot will change ooc-wise, and nothing about wolfram’s character or present threads and relationships established through rp will change, i just feel a mighty need for some spring cleaning.
THE MAN HAS BEEN RELOCATED
smyter:
SMALL PSA
to feel better and refreshed i’m going to be rebooting and moving wolfram, as well as updating my rules and writing alias! not a lot will change ooc-wise, and nothing about wolfram’s character or present threads and relationships established through rp will change, i just feel a mighty need for some spring cleaning.
THE MAN HAS BEEN RELOCATED
SMALL PSA
to feel better and refreshed i’m going to be rebooting and moving wolfram, as well as updating my rules and writing alias! not a lot will change ooc-wise, and nothing about wolfram’s character or present threads and relationships established through rp will change, i just feel a mighty need for some spring cleaning.
guiltsworn replied to your post
u can do it!!! full goblin mode!!!
FULL GOBLIN MODE
TINY ACTIVITY NOTICE
i just have to cover extra shifts at work so i’m going to be very slow here for the next week-ish. i’ll probably lurk now and again and send memes but replies probably won’t happen for a bit!
HERALD.
there was a pause of hesitation but the young girl eventually accepted the cloth, trying her best to wipe the blood from her hands. unfortunately spots have dried, especially beneath her fingernails, but she could at least see the pink of her skin once again although stained a more bitter red. she used the clean corners to wipe at the few drops that had landed on her cheek and neck. ‘ thank you… ‘ she mumbled softly, her fully prepared remarks being thrown out the window when he showed no sign of hostility.
evee’s eyes subtlyWIDENED before they wandered to anything that wasn’t him as she tried remembering ANYTHING she knew about the inquisition’s past, which was next to nothing at all.
‘ uhm… ‘ she thought, trying to think back to the conversation that she had with cassandra all those days ago. ‘ i know they were the precursor to the seekers of truth and the templar order… though we have no affiliation to the templars OR the chantry by any means… ‘
this was usually that moment within her conversations with others where they have assessed their own judgement of the inquisition, and it was no less nerve wracking each time.
‘ we’re just PEOPLE trying to close a breach. people from all walks of life answering to no one… ‘
wolfram folded his hands in front of himself, even at rest looking more like a man at ATTENTION than most would be comfortable. he wasn’t exactly a person who made others feel at ease, regardless of that he was doing his best to keep what people remained in such devastated areas as safe as possible. the INQUISITION seemed to have a similar effect. though the common folk were coming to trust them the templar kept his reservations held tightly.
she seemed surprised, almost nervous, fumbling for an adequate answer. though SHE appeared genuine he had little faith in those that surrounded her, that would come to laud in her shade and the glory of the inquisition as it’s power grew and use whatever influence they could squeeze out of the newly formed order and it’s leader. ❝ it was bloody and malicious, spreading the CHANT by force. people accepted FAITH or the BLADE. ❞ a pause, gauging her reaction, allowing the gravity of what the inquisition of old meant for those who knew it to sink in.
❝ THE INQUISITION is not a name that inspires peace. your intent might be noble, but there are others who will remember what it once was and flock to your banner like vultures to a carcass------- ❞ she had to have had advisers for these matters, others who held the inquisition for it’s present goal and would guard her from the SERPENTS of which he spoke. it really wasn’t his place either way, but she was such a young girl that some dead and buried part of him couldn’t help but feel protective.
finally going through followers so just bear with me
MY LOVE.
everyone could likely tell where vic’s mind was——he knew the mission, knew what was at stake, & he was paying attention ; however wolfram’s lone protection behind them made him nervous, glance always shifting back to HIM whenever the opportunity came. the captives he assisted had his attention ; but wolfram had more of it. & of course, he was alright ; he was wolfram, a force, incredible at what he did. his skill could have frightened vic, were he anyone else. but he wasn’t, he was wolfram ; there was nothing fearful about him.
pay attention. he’s fine. it was hard to tell if vic’s conscious was speaking, or some other soldier annoyed by wandering eyes. likely the latter ; his distraction must have been aggravating. either way, he listened to the BEST of his ability, ushering now-freed captives carefully along, paying one last glance back to his lover.
right when the arrow hit, & it felt like vic had taken it, instead of wolfram.
more red templars, a behemoth, just what they fucking needed. instinct was to rush across, to help——but a soldier’s hand gripped his arm ; hey, no. attention was pulled to a person who’d fallen, tripped over loose stone from the bridge & twisted her ankle ; so reluctantly he helped, taking an arm, looking to wolfram again. every time he looked the situation seemed more dire, & he held onto hope until the very last moment ; when wolfram leapt for the beast & went sailing off the bridge, taking all of vic’s hope WITH him.
❝ NO ! ❞ the scream was cracked, desperate, it echoed across the bridge as vic practically dropped the poor woman to run to the other end, throwing himself against the wall to look down, look for wolfram.
everything became a blur then, scouts & soldiers ushered the captives away & back towards skyhold, while a couple stayed behind, trying their hardest to pry vic from the bridge, & failing. he cursed them all the while, venomous, begging to be left alone. ❝ stop—no, i’m not leavin’ him— how do i get down there ? tell me—fuck off, let GO of me ! ❞ it took their warnings of more red templars, & one firm statement from vic that he didn’t care, to get them to leave.
so there he stayed, mind racing yet somehow still, shaking & clinging to the bridge for all that he had & staring, staring down, tearful eyes searching.
where are you ? you promised you’d live—you promised me. come back to me.
similar to when he lost his mother, victor found in his panic that he didn’t know what to do——should he find a way down there, slide down rock & earth to find him ? would it be fruitless, would scouts come back to find him ? maybe if he stayed, wolfram would reappear, maybe he’d be fine ; he promised. he promised. so he did stay, he laid his head against the rock wall & CRIED, he sobbed & wept without realizing ; & waited. he’d wait all day, all night, he’d sleep there——he’d wait until he died, if he had to. wolfram promised.
he must have been lying flat on his back, though he didn't register it immediately he couldn't feel any weight upon it. perhaps because he was transfixed on the sky; funny, he never thought it looked quite as BLUE as it did just then. ❝ papa? ❞ nina's voice ------------ he blinked, looking to the side where she sat above him, picking at the petals of a handful of lilacs and dropping them on his shirt, into his hair. ❝ you look sad. ❞ she continued absently dropping petals on him. ❝ i am. ❞ ❝ why? ❞ ❝ i miss you. ❞ she laughed and wolfram ACHED, all the while she grinned through her words. ❝ ma says 'keep 'im'. she's faking mad so she doesn't have to share her cakes. ❞ wolfram smiled faintly, ❝ will you steal one for me? ❞ nina held her little finger up in front of her lips, smiling mischievously down at her dad. always eager to ruffle her poor mother's feathers. ❝ yep! ❞ the last handful of lilacs left her hand and dropped about him, and she rest her empty little palm over his heart. ❝ when you come home. not now. ❞ ❝ not now? ❞ she shook her head. ❝ later, then? ❞ instead of responding she smiled and pushed on his chest. wolfram felt himself sink, and the blue sky above him vanished.
WATER surrounded him all at once, filling his nose and freezing his skin, throwing him somewhere between bubbles and the surface. somehow he gasped in air, clawed at everything, and managed to pull himself onto the land. EVERYTHING in him was freezing and on fire. his hand came to his shoulder where the remaining shaft of the arrow had been to find nothing remained but splinters and an open wound. he blinked rapidly, nothing but adrenaline and shaking bones keeping his head upright enough to look around. no sign of the BEHEMOTH ------- or the bridge. how far had the river carried him?
what little strength remained in him left his body slowly and he fell back into the grass, the edge of the river licking at his soggy boots as he lay there, staring up at the sky. grey-blue and tinted green. MOVE. just move. get up. however he tried to will himself his body simply wouldn't respond, fatigue and frustration all that remained alongside the pain, dragging him through a fog. get up, get up. get up! it was slow, AGONIZING in more ways than one, starting with one hand, then the other, and one arm. just ROLLING OVER felt monumental.
oh, victor's going to KILL me.
the thought occurred unprompted, somewhere between one horribly painful shift to the next, somehow managing to stand. again he shook, cold and exhausted and --------- laughing. faint, it hurt, but it got him on his feet. however long they lasted underneath him he had to use it; find a road, find ANYONE, get back to the inquisition, back to vic. he gripped his shoulder and started walking, remaining near the river; they always lead to somewhere.
*vic gives wolfram many kisses to wake him up in the middle of the night bc he got lonely*
SOFT TOUCHES upon his face has wolfram rising immediately, reaching up with lightning quick reflexes to grab what he’s sure is a SCORPION crawling over him. yet his hand meets only his own cheek, and his gaze quickly finds victor in the dark ------- candlelight sending reflective FLASHES over his lover’s eyes.
oh~
calmness touched him with a sigh, his FALSE SURPRISE quickly fading into a chuckle as he turned over to lay on his back and beckoned vic into his arms. one hand brushed over his forehead as his light laughter faded, a touch EMBARRASSED at his kneejerk reaction. ❝ i thought you were a scorpion. ❞ the moment passed, the light startle that quickened his heart fading into a calm, steady beat.
one hand pulled him close, nearly on top of himself, and the other rested in his hair; guiding vic into a PROPER kiss ------ not that wolfram was any authority on romance or proper kissing in the slightest, but he was getting better. at least he hoped he was, for victor’s sake. ❝ why are you awake? ❞
“I don’t appreciate your height.” // ( a towering 2 inches taller... ) ( also yes he does LMAO )
u can’t lie vic | @lostson
that seemed to be a favorite little hobby of vic’s —— JESTING in any manner about the difference in their statures. it was minimal, but apparently enough for him to comment on it whenever he felt necessary. wolfram closed his eyes as if in thought, nodded quite sagely, and sighed. ❝ i’m sorry to fill you with such WOE. ❞ a mock apology that meant very little, evidently, as he pulled vic to him in the next instant and rocked forward on his toes, EXAGGERATING what little he had over him.
❝ yes i see now, i should shave my heels so that perhaps we’d meet eye to eye. but i would miss the VIEW ——- you know when you look upward, even just a little, i can see the stars and sun shining in your eyes. ❞
“Can you lift me for a second?”
tol smol meme lost to the abyss | @daelgar
❝ of course. ❞
whatever may have been lacking in the inquisition thus far, at the very least they had their means of TRAVEL well covered. by wolfram’s behest and some worthy contacts he managed to secure more brontos ( he always liked them, such sturdy and reliable creatures; far more loyal than anyone would give them credit for, too. ) but they were a BIT more difficult to hoist oneself onto as opposed to horse or hart. at least not as simple as swinging one’s leg over a saddle.
he knelt in place before her and laced his fingers together, providing a STEP for her to use. she was SO SMALL the bronto likely wouldn’t even realize it was bearing her.
“Slow down! I have short legs.”
a height meme i don’t want to look for | @markburdened
OH MAKER’S BREATH there really wasn’t any time to deal with this. it seemed just their luck to be stranded out here, NO MOUNTS, and suddenly besieged by —— well if he were being honest even wolfram wasn’t entirely sure. perhaps UNDEAD; he wasn’t sticking around to observe.
stopping short he backtracked a few steps and, ❝ sorry, my lady, ❞ and scooped her up with ease, throwing her over his shoulder so that he may SPRINT only slightly encumbered.
writing of some kind will be attempted ---- if i don’t have any more distractions / interuptions.