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Why the name change?
ooc; because, dear anon, i've had this url saved for a while. take it as thinking of mythal. he is her sentinel, just as the inquisitor is so called "her herald." but we're not talking about andraste's bosoms here so leggo.
Good sir, (or ma'am, whichever you are) I have been reading your blog for quite a while now and I must confess that your portrayal, your Abelas - they astonish me LIKE HOLY SHIT, MAN. YOU ARE GREAT, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ABELAS GAME IS SO REAL, WOW.
ooc; i DONT kNOW WHat to SAy. IM CRyin. I.... LOVE U.....
SO I MUST KNOW. What are your guidelines on shipping with Mr. Sorrow here?
ooc; ok ok i'm gonna post this here and put it as well as i can. in a strong kinda way i can see him being like solas in all the aspects of it being female alf, but flexibility can always be a thing.
TL;DR: chemistry.
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☾: sleep.
if in the moment of sleep he is in any way awakened or disturbed, he doesn't take lightly to the feeling. injuries could be a very possible result. and the injuries aren't caused to himself, either.
♫ ☾ ☻
♫: dance.
abelas does not dance, however in the time of which he may want to, it would be only a simple slow dance as if during a ball or celebration rather than something petty.
☾: sleep.
he sleeps soundly, doesn't toss or turn much. doesn't dream, not anymore. abelas is a very light sleeper, but depending on the events of the previous day could effect his patterns.
☻: hug.
a firm hugger, gentle when needed. he'd rather have no contact at all between himself and another, however some moments call for more than just encouraging words.
"You're an interesting human, Taeeun."
The voice of a stranger, who for some reason knew her name, made a shiver run down her spine. Not just the fact this person knew her name, but the things the other said made her feel a little bit uncomfortable. “Interesting? Why would you think so?”, she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from looking confused. She had heard she was interesting before, from people she has been having conversations with, from people who knew what she was like. But hearing it from a complete stranger just seemed weird, a little bit odd, actually. “Thank you though, stranger-“
you're so cute-- you really are a cutie.
… thank you. But how do you know? You can’t say such things unless you’ve talked to me, and I am positive that I am not a cutie, nor cute or adorable or any of that sort. I appreciate your words though, it’s nice to hear, y’know.
