RISE AGAINST YOUR FAITH.

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gonna revamp a lil please hold

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im in ,

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i found this clip, then i remembered the well of sorrows existed and that nylian drank from it. 

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templion‌  !

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          Golden irises are accustomed to the fast strokes of battle, shifting and rapid and unpredictable. Every sound is loud in his ears, even when the door to HIS OFFICE swings open and hits the wall with a loud bang.     ❝ Wh — !  ❞     A stray dagger stabbed into the wall catches his eye and he grabs it faster than he can comprehend the sound, then as he bends his elbow and prepares to throw, his eyes widen at the figure standing at his doorway. Muscles lose their tension, and the hardened breath in his lungs is released in a way he deems exasperated enough.     ❝ I didn’t hear you come in !  I could have — !  ❞

          Deft hands flip THE KNIFE back on its hilt and he jams it into his desk. As he shuts his eyes, the free hand goes to close pinch the bridge of his nose, as if preventing his brows from furrowing further.     ❝ Never mind that. This better be important, or at the very least worth the hairs I may have nearly swiped off your head. ❞

❝ COMMANDER, FORGIVE ME. I DIDN'T MEAN TO CAUSE A COMMOTION.   ❞  instantaneously, an apology is spat. the fear that metal might’ve met with flesh was all too real, after all. it is far too late for mannerisms, but perhaps such words are meant to mend the situation. with personal space invaded, the reaction garnered from the other is, indeed, warranted. and at the thought, his head lowers. at least he’d come with good intentions.

chin lifts slightly, voice slightly lower than before. ❝  i’d been looking all over skyhold for you -----   ❞  hence the reason for the urgency in the inquisitor's visit; why the door had been pushed open without so much as a sliver of hesitation.  ❝  i can assure you, commander, that this is absolutely important.  ❞  mischievousness finds itself embedded in each syllable, despite the catastrophe just averted. on his tongue is a hint of trickery. but with good reason, of course. 

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incitesin‌  !

            stale air, heavy with the scent of paint,   catches   in his lungs   —   and the paintbrush he wields nearly clatters to his feet. it’s unexpected at this hour,  the presence of another. solas imagines most others resting in their bedrolls, while their dreams dance amidst the ether of the fade.  oh,  how he   envies   them that. how solas wishes he could sleep without the heavy weight of guilt gnawing at his joints, at the pit of his stomach, howling like the wind in his ears any time he so much as slips out of    consciousness    —-

            ❛   you are forgiven.  ❜      a breath leaves him. the paintbrush is placed carefully beside the tuft of green mirroring the effects of the fade,  and  solas almost finds it difficult to feign any shade of annoyance.      ❛   sleep  eludes  me.  though i must express a level of concern. it isn’t often i find myself at ends with an inquisitor at such an hour. especially one who is due for diplomatic endeavors on the morrow. i can practically hear the ambassador chiding you now.  ❜

GUILT IS ONE OF A WINTRY BREED; its cold grasp takes hold of him, yet ... frozen limbs refuse to tremble. lips twitch with nervousness, smile taking shape ‘pon his features : warmth, shall it melt the ice.   ❝    so long as i didn’t wake you, solas.   ❞  he exhales with relief, warm breath to match the warm smile. though, a weight is lifted ... it is replaced by another. a heavier weight, perhaps. one of concern.   ❝    are you having trouble sleeping?   ❞  pitter patter of gentle feet now noticeable as he glides across the room, no longer searching for an escape.

however, to the best of his ability, the inquisitor attempts to evade a discussion concerning his own insomnia. it fails when a bit of laughter seemingly escapes through his lips.  ❝    the accuracy of the statement alone unnerves me, you know.    ❞   he stops, observes his surroundings for just a second.  ❝    i find it harder to sleep these days, is all. i’m sure the ambassador will understand. hopefully.    ❞

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me, on the bus going home from school, minding my own business :

my thoughts : when nylian went into the fade during the mission with hawke, his shape of the fear demon was his clansmen. and everyone in the fade with him had to witness their “ prophet “ ; their savior breakdown and lose his strength of will because he couldnt bear the thought of hurting the people that raised him even if they disowned him

me : huh. well,

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messes with his ears :)

❝    H- HEY !   ❞  face flushed, cheeks crimson, and the warmth spread to long ears. perhaps it is more so born from mortification rather than sensitivity. humans often remark on such features in a negative fashion, but none admired them in such strange ways. false prophet or not, he is still just a man; a man that could easily be embarrassed.  ❝    please refrain from touching my ears, my friend.   ❞

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❝ Do we ever have uneventful days? ❞

                                                              DA : I  SENTENCE  MEME   !

❝     I SUPPOSE NOT. AND HERE I WAS HOPING FOR A BREAK.   ❞   a sigh breezes passed his lips with such ease, hands now crossed ‘pon the heaving chest. all the while, eyes fixate on the war table, markers of red for ferelden tasks, blue for orlais. tentative hand extends, escaping its sibling, and fingers pluck one particular piece nearest to the storm coast, north west. he lingers on a thought, prolonging the silence among the advisers and their inquisitor. rifts upon rifts; demons and red templars scouring the lands, obstructing nature and all its natural order —— he, his grand mark, and a few others, would deal with such problems. however, as for the other matters ——-  ❝   cullen, send some of our workers to assist the blades of hessarian, restore the port on the storm cost.   ❞  finally, emerald gaze shifts from its extended stare unto the war table; and when he looks up, he smiles gently.  ❝    i hope that isn’t too eventful for you.    ❞

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country boy, i love you.

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SENTENCE STARTERS | DA:INQUISITION PARTY BANTER

❝ Oh look, a dragon…Perfect way to ruin our day. ❞ ❝ Seriously, just how many keys does one ancient temple need? ❞ ❝ Just once, I wish we would enter a cave and see normal sized spiders… ❞ ❝ Mountains…Cold…“Let’s bring [NAME]!” ❞ ❝ We’re going to get lost and starve to death, aren’t we? A glorious end for us! ❞ ❝ Plague: a cheerful addition to any decent swamp. ❞ ❝ Do you feel that? My magic-sensing nose is tingling! ❞ ❝ I’d expect more from a man/woman who can’t stop talking about how clever he/she is. ❞ ❝ Why be ashamed? Power should be respected, not swept under the carpet. ❞ ❝ Honestly, a man’s gotta take his fun where he can find it… ❞ ❝ That staff’s in pretty good shape. You spend a lot of time polishing it? ❞ ❝ I’ll never understand why you spend half your time running around bare chested… ❞ ❝ What’s the matter? Not enough slaves to rub your tootsies? ❞ ❝ Discretion isn’t really your thing, is it? ❞ ❝ Did you want those silky underthings back or did you leave those as a token? ❞ ❝ For someone so scared of magic, you’re not shy about benefitting from its effects. ❞ ❝ While we’re sharing surprises, you’ve done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than I expected. ❞ ❝ That outfit is sorry. What are you supposed to be, some kind of woodsman? ❞ ❝ You’re a special and unique snowflake. Live the dream. ❞ ❝ Would you not conserve energy with a less flashy style? ❞ ❝ Please speak up! I cannot hear you over your outfit! ❞ ❝ First we execute those who will not submit, then we deal with the rest. ❞ ❝ Ah, the wilds: lush, beautiful, and full of things that want to eat you. ❞ ❝ I finally found a place I hate more than caves. That’s a first. ❞ ❝ You don’t want to talk about yourself. I can respect that. So what do we talk about then? ❞ ❝ I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming you didn’t drag me here by force. ❞ ❝ You’re either the worst person ever or the best…I can’t decide. ❞ ❝ Still waiting for me to do something sneaky and spy-like? ❞ ❝ I like the stories where the villain was the man/woman beside you the whole time. ❞ ❝ Be careful…These sorts of romances don’t end well… ❞ ❝ It’s quite comforting that whatever qualities I lack, you’ll invent for me… ❞ ❝ What could you possibly hope to accomplish with such madness?! ❞ ❝ Am I to understand that you’re writing a book about me…? ❞ ❝ My dear, if I didn’t want people to fear me, I wouldn’t dress like this. ❞ ❝ Aren’t you rather wealthy to be dirtying your hands like this? ❞ ❝ What an excellent place to be murdered and left in a dank hole… ❞ ❝ The most poisonous snakes are always the most beautiful. ❞ ❝ Is it my imagination, or have certain lingering looks been passed between you and [NAME]…? ❞ ❝ Just keep hitting things, my dear… Don’t worry your little head about the rest. ❞ ❝ So much is at stake. Why would I leave any of it to someone else? ❞ ❝ You’re right about one thing…You wouldn’t stand a chance against me. ❞ ❝ I look forward to the day when your veneer crumbles. ❞ ❝ If my skills can weaken your opponents to make your fight easier, please, let me know. ❞ ❝ Darling, it’s your bottom. Again. As bony and sad as the last dozen times you displayed it. ❞ ❝ Your failure is that you assume I desire approval. Power does not require that I be liked. ❞ ❝ I hope you can take care of yourself, should we encounter anything outside your experience. ❞ ❝ You so often come out on top. You play these political games brilliantly. ❞ ❝ Be careful. There may be a reason this ground has lain undisturbed for so long. ❞ ❝ It’s always remarkable that some will take advantage of chaos to further their own cause. ❞ ❝ Looks like someone was digging for things that should have been left undisturbed… ❞ ❝ This world is full of wonders for those who seek them. ❞ ❝ Look, it’s a natural thing to be curious about! ❞ ❝ For all your experience, you don’t carry yourself like a soldier. ❞ ❝ In battle, you look like you’re waiting for applause after every move. ❞ ❝ You have a certain swagger, like you know you’re the most dangerous thing in this room. ❞ ❝ You’d be amazed at what a man/woman armed with a rock and a headache can do. ❞ ❝ Do we ever have uneventful days? ❞ ❝ Know what it’s like to have leeches in your pants? No? Well, now you do. ❞ ❝ Bloody sand. Getting in places where sand shouldn’t ever be. ❞ ❝ Does it seem strange that every single person at this party has tried to bribe us? ❞ ❝ Not exactly the fight I was expecting when we got here. At least we got the job done. ❞ ❝ I fear for you sometimes, the way you throw yourself into battle. ❞

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CHARMSOL‌ !

Silks had a way of slipping, and boots had more than a habit of trodding on any bits that dared fall too low–and with the resignation of one used to intimate relations with the ground he let himself fall. Or, he would have, if not for the arm ‘pon being, the easy laughter with the swift catch. A blink, a moment to catch up, and golden eyes shifted up–tall, elven; should he say he’s been swept off his feet–?

   “Ah–thank you. Two left feet I’m afraid–”   A bit of his own quiet chuckle, ‘fore peddler has found his balance, and hands busywork in straightening up his clothes.   “How lucky I am you were here–any chance I’ll so lucky as to get your name?”

❝    I’M CERTAINLY GLAD YOU AREN’T INJURED, THOUGH.   ❞   head inclines, bowing gently out of respect for another. mannerisms, after all, were essential ----- and a necessary part of building alliances, or so says his advisers. with hands retreated to his side, they sway before one tentatively rises in hopes of offering a proper greeting gesture. savior, deity chosen ... he’d must live up to the names by being polite.  ❝   please, call me nylian. ---- and you are?    ❞   ivory teeth peek through roseate lips as he smiles, brightening his very image, daring to defy any foul rumor of him being an omen  /  a harbinger of darkness. a miracle such as he could never be associated with darkness. 

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❝   YOU UNNERVE MY SOLDIERS ------ WHY?  ❞   no time is wasted with pleasantries, not when lives of the inquisition's army are at stake. and when there lingers a threat to the soldiers, the inquisitor considered it a threat to his own flesh and blood, family.  /   @ofabomination​  !

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❝   VENTURING OUT BY YOURSELF IS DANGEROUS.   ❞   perched ‘pon a particularly sturdy tree branch with legs dangling over the edge, he appears wild, carefree. old habits, they say, are hard to break. herald of andraste or not, his behaviors of a dalish huntsmen remain the same.   ❝   ----- they call it the  ‘ witching hour ’  for a reason.   ❞   /  @swornaegis​  !

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RIFTMARK  !

                             ❛    i won’t be able to mend much of anything if you keep squirming like that.    ❜     a sigh drawn from half-parted lips,   the usual over-abundance of her patience growing dangerously less so.   truth be told,   it’s no more than a scrape upon his elbow, –   he’d slid down a rock formation the wrong way,   managed to knick himself in the process;   for that,   she’d already chided him   – but even still,   aralae refuses to take chances.   her inquisitor …   no,   her dearest friend.   when she’d joined his army,   she’d promised to protect him from all harm.   that,   of course,   included the unintentional danger he was to himself.   staff still in her hands –   she tries again,   once more,   once more.       ❛   here,   stay still.   just a second more,   nylian,   i swear it  –.   ❜            /    @swiftaegis ,   for nylian .

O’ COLOSSUS OF THE INQUISITION,  false prophet of the modern day, how reckless you must be to injury yourself so. broken flesh ‘pon his elbow proved to be naught more than an inconvenience. a burden not just weighing ‘pon his shoulders but the healer’s, as well. she, his oldest and most trusted friend, lingers at his side, scolding ------- much like she would during halcyon days of their childhood spent among the wilderness. he exhales once, shifting his arm despite the other’s words.  ❝   ma serannas ------    ❞   he is appreciative, first and foremost.    ❝    but ... it’s just a scrape, lae. i could have mended it myself with a potion or two.    ❞ 

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nylian doesnt wear shoes. his feet stay dirty all day every day.

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while i make icons —– starter call???