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orlesianfancies:
“ then you have more honour than i do- although i suppose that is to be expected, ” yvette wiggles her fingers daintily before continuing, “ we rogues aren’t best known for returning lost items. either way- the point still stands that that is a beautiful coat ”
“How’d you get into the business?” A grin as she pulls the coat a little closer-- it may not be hers, but it smells good and it’s very warm. “The, er, business of not returning lost items, that is.”
herofate:
“ How do you sleep at night ? ” A question, asked suddenly, without warning. Elbow pressed against table and he leaned, closing space between them. Whispered, confidential. “ Does it shine like that all the time ? ” Vague gesture to the anchor.
@stormfaded ❤’d
She probably shouldn’t have laughed-- the question was asked in perfect seriousness-- but it was, perhaps, one of the most unorthodox concerns she’d heard regarding the Anchor.
“You know, no one’s ever asked me that before.” As if to examine the evidence, she lifted her glowing hand onto the table.
“I suppose I’ve just gotten used to it. We had all sorts of glowing things in the Circle-- it’s really not all that different from what I’m accustomed to.” A pause, then-- “And I’m usually so TIRED at night after running halfway across Thedas that I sleep like the dead.”
madechamp:
“Incredible” isn’t exactly the word that Hawke would’ve used to describe Kirkwall– unless she was calling it “an incredible mess,” that is. Maker, it was as if that city couldn’t go a full three days without courting some sort of crisis. It probably hasn’t gotten any better since she left, either, so she shoves the flash of guilt aside and focuses her attention on answering the Inquisitor’s question.
"Oh, it’s lovely. The shankings, blood mages, and tax collectors really add to the homey ambiance it has– on top of the red-lyrium-ifed statue of Meredith in the middle of the Gallows, that is,” she says with a small shrug. “I hear they’ve made a game out of poking said statue with a stick. People say it’s cursed for some reason. Anyway. All and all, I’d say it’s a slightly less disappointing vacation spot than the Anderfels on a good day.”
It wasn’t the answer Phaedra had been expecting, and her shoulders sagged a little. She should have known better, of course. She still felt vastly inexperienced by comparison to her companions, but she’d seen enough of the world by now to recognize that the idealized fantasies she read about in her books were far from the truth. The fanciful depictions of Kirkwall that had grown familiar to her were probably about as true to life as the Chant of Light’s descriptions of MAGES.
“Why did you stay?” She leaned back against the low wall of the battlements, folding her arms against the cold wind. “That is-- did you ever consider coming back to Ferelden after the Blight?”
Folk-lore from Adams County, Illinois, 1935
runawaydalish:
Tavi stared at her for a moment like he wasn’t quite sure that she was actually talking to him. Most people here didn’t, at least not the important ones. Definitely not the important humans.
Definitely not the most important human in the whole Hold.
He fidgeted, ears dipping down as he tried to think of an acceptable answer. “Don’t have a lot of other places to go. Whole outside is hell, demons everywhere, so if I can’t get away from ‘em, best thing to do is help deal with ‘em. Can put being sneaky to some good use for once.” He tilted his head slightly to one side. “What you were expecting, or was there some kinda other answer you were looking for?”
“I’m not really sure what to expect-- that’s why I ask.” The remark was matter-of-fact but not unkind. Though mages hadn’t suffered like the elves had suffered, she’d still tasted OPPRESSION-- and she wasn’t about to lord herself over anyone now that she was free.
“I was thrown right into the middle of this thing, myself. It’s felt a bit like standing in a field of dirt, and as soon as I blink a whole forest has sprung up around me. I’m just curious where people are coming from-- what’s bringing them here. Everyone’s got their own reasons. Even the mages and the templars aren’t what you’d THINK.”
autosoterisms:
❝ If one could solve a darkspawn problem over tea, life would be far too easy. ❞ It’s easy to keep the banter up to give her a chance to breathe. He can still remember learning to wield a sword as a child, a truly daunting task. Steel is hardly forgiving. She has it worse than he did in his youth; learning how to use a sword conflicts with the years of training with magic and a staff. Her stance and movements speak of it, clearly more accustomed to a weapon with heft. Her determination had been admirable despite that distinct setback.
❝ Of course. I’m happy to be of assistance. It’s somewhat of a relief, if I’m to be honest. You have far more patience for this than many others I’ve helped train. I can agree it makes for a good backup plan in the event of… an event. It can be difficult to count on magic alone in such troubled times. My men and I would be glad to assist in teaching supplementary fighting skills to anyone in need. ❞ A pause to sheath his sword and offer her a somewhat sympathetic smile. ❝ I would rest for a bit now, or you will ache far worse tomorrow. ❞
“It probably comes from being a mage.” By comparison to her peers, PATIENCE isn’t really Phaedra’s strong suit-- unless it’s being confused with good old fashioned stubbornness. That’s probably the case here, but she isn’t about to correct him.
“Magic is a lot of reading and a lot of practicing. Especially if you’re piss-poor at it, like I was when I was at the Circle.” She grins, giving her practice weapon an agile little spin. “For the life of me I couldn’t set a candle on fire, but I wasn’t half bad at hitting people over the head with my staff.”
That’s changed now, of course. Necessity can work miracles, and in Phaedra it tapped into her power in a way that studying at the Circle never could. She’s developed a respectable command over the primal forces of magic-- but that doesn’t mean she’s not going to learn to defend herself by conventional means.
“And what about you?” She’s quiet for a moment, peering up at him from beneath sweat-dampened hair. “When are you going to rest? I’m not entirely convinced that you know how to SLEEP.”
shauriofabydos:
This woman was no Goa’uld. She could sense it. That much of her story was true. But it did not answer every question. Sha’uri nodded slowly. “I will. You are certainly not a Goa’uld. But you must understand – these people have suffered greatly at the hands of those who seem very much like you. Be patient with them.” Sha’uri offered an encouraging smile. “By all means – explain. Who ARE you? These Tau’ri are many things, but they are not unreasonable.”
She expelled a long breath, trying to decide how best to introduce herself. I’m the Inquisitor, I’ve made a career out of fixing holes in the sky didn’t seem like a great first impression.
“My name’s Phaedra, I’m with the Inquisition.” Did they know the Inquisition? Was there anyone who didn’t know the Inquisition by now? “And this--” she raised her left hand, bathed in the magical green light of her mark-- “is called the Anchor. It’s, um. MAGIC.”
Eloquent.
sunshinedoomguide:
“I don’t know,” Iswen admitted, staring down into her teacup. She’d spent time around mages; she knew that it was probably possible to see possible futures in things like tea. Or, if it wasn’t, she dearly wanted it to be.
“I know what my family intended for me,” she said, lifting the cup to take another grimacing sip. Merchant families married their children to other merchant families, or up into the nobility if they could make a canny match, or down into a family who could provide something to sell, if a younger child. At best she’d have an abacus pushed into her hands and the finer points of the business drummed into her head.
“It was never…in my nature,” she said tactfully. “That was why I joined the Templars. I could be who I am with them: a warrior, who protected people. Kirkwall merchant daughters don’t get to do that, except as Templars.” Her bad luck the Kirkwall Circle and Templars had been rotted from the core out.
“Where would you go?” she asked, curious, for a moment forgetting that Templars could not be curious of mages without arousing suspicion.
It had never occurred to her just how many people had no hand in their own fate. She’d seen plenty of it in the Circles, yes-- mages cooped up with a life they’d never wanted. She’d had friends who’d shared her sentiment, and they’d spent their time dreaming of the outside world where everyone was happy and FREE.
Surfacing to the reality of the outside world had showed her just how complicated it was. Circumstance was a hard mistress, and few people-- even the Empress of Orlais-- had control over it.
Perhaps she’d been robbed of less freedom than she’d initially thought.
“I’m not sure, really.” She shrugged, fingers plucking at the grain of the wood table. “All I ever wanted was to be somewhere ELSE-- I never really cared where. I’d want to go back home to my sisters, of course. And once we were together? Anywhere. Everywhere.”
// I did try to do some writing over on Kazivir tonight but I went and saw Guardians vol. 2 again and I got distracted revamping my Yondu @cannibalisticwhistler.
// Inquisition Marvel AU where the Anchor and / or Orb of Destruction is an Infinity Stone. That’s all I got.
elfxque:
@stormfaded liked for banter
❝…Inquisitor, you wish to go in there? It could prove difficult to control a fight in such a tight space… should it come to that..❞
It was a legitimate concern. It was a seedy tavern with a reputation for violent brawls, and given the widely polarized spectrum of opinions surrounding the Inquisition, it wasn’t unlikely that they’d get caught up in just such a brawl.
“Should it come to that,” she noted, planting the tip of her staff on the ground, “I’ve heard the POLITE thing to do is to take it outside.” She shot a sidelong smile in Rowan’s direction. “Better yet, let’s try not to get into a fight, shall we?”
sunshinedoomguide:
Ser Iswen smothered the grin as she patted her horse’s neck with her free hand - mostly because that had been her reaction when she’d first started learning this. “It’s not supposed to be easy,” she said as she picked up the reins again and urged the mare forward, sword slashing out to strike the poor battered quintain on its deeply scored arm. “That’s why we practice.”
Phaedra wasn’t exactly THRILLED by the prospect of mounted combat. Combat in and of itself was fairly new to her, and she couldn’t help but feel she was taking too many steps at once. Still, she wasn’t about to complain. She’d wanted this-- all her life she’d wanted this-- and it’d take more than a difficult target to test her resolve.
“How long have you been doing this?” She hoisted her practice weapon again, but she wasn’t feeling especially confident.
// Me: I’m not ready to bring back my Yondu blog Me, 5 minutes later: searches the Yondu Udonta tag, is satisfied to still be one of the top blog results, also senses a mighty need in the fandom for more Yondu
❛ I was quiet, but not blind. ❜
Various Sentence Starters@sunshinedoomguide
It felt like a confession.
What was it that made Ser Iswen compelled to confide in Phaedra? Was it because she was a mage said to bear the favor of Andraste? Did the templar think that somehow, in speaking her sins aloud to the Herald, she might find some form of ABSOLUTION?
All at once Phaedra felt the weight of responsibility settle upon her shoulders. Her entire life she’d been a nobody-- with all the meager responsibilities of a nobody-- and overnight she had been transformed into a leader of nations. She felt vastly overwhelmed by the Inquisition and the unstoppable war machine it had become. She was a child, far out of her depth, trying desperately not to drown in it all.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but every time it did it became no easier. She was too young, too naive, too inexperienced-- and though some saw that purity as a reflection of the Maker, Phaedra recognized that delusion for what it was. They desperately wanted a SYMBOL in their time of need, and they would tell themselves anything to fit Phaedra into that mold.
“So was I,” she admitted suddenly, glancing up at Iswen. “The sins of the Circles aren’t the templars’ alone, as much as everyone would like to think so. You did nothing, and neither did I. Complacency is... seductive. It promises safety. But if my time with the Inquisition has taught me anything, it’s that safety isn’t all it’s made up to be.”
She was inexperienced, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to live up to the expectations. She’d been given the opportunity to make a lasting mark upon the world-- and maybe, if she was smart about it, she could help change it for the BETTER.
This felt like a good first step: a mage and a templar sitting together, sharing the weight of their mistakes.
// I think I’m going to develop some AU verses for Phaedra so that she can branch into other fandoms. Seeing GOTG2 the other day sparked my muse, and although I’ve got an old Yondu blog waiting to be dusted off, I don’t think I’m quite ready to pull him out yet. And anyway, I love this cute lil’ flower and I think she’d fit well into all sorts of settings. Probably gonna start with GOTG, Star Wars, and maybe LOTR? then go from there.
