#;justice

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Justice is 100% a top, but she’s not really one to force herself on others. She’s more likely to wrap an arm around you or playfully punch you in the shoulder.

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I need to do something with Justice. She’s too awesome not to use!

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[templarhael]

roter face | rose and kain

He'd known from the second she arrived. The words of her involvement were yet ringing in his ears, realisation that it was her having dawned upon him slowly at first, then all at once. A weight began to push down on his chest, clenching around his heart and making every step heavier. The things he'd done didn't allow him to consider approaching her, and so he kept his distance for days on no end. The thought crossed his mind multiple times, dug up every painful little detail on its way and left his mind in a mess every time it came up. Kain knew where she was most of the time, informed of her doing on a regular basis and trying his very hardest to favour quiet and empty areas of the stronghold to avoid walking into her. The quiet nature he usually hid behind sharp remarks grew, his smile became an even rarer sight. Sometimes he'd watch her from afar, sometimes he at least allowed himself to consider the possibility that she wouldn't tell him to be gone, to leave her alone for the things he'd done. It only served to pain him more when he noticed that her own smile, the brightest thing in the world, seemed to be lacking as well. Or perhaps that was guilt taking over his sight. Handful or two of days passed, light and quiet suffering taking up his being, eating away at him, and he could be found only on the battlements most of the time. His Commander, Cullen, he seemed to have taken note, reducing Kain's duties to those that merely required walking from place to place to deliver reports or inform the other advisors of recent events. The former templar thought to be playing a never-ending game with the mere purpose of pushing his own sword through the heart that seemed to pain him so much. Little did he know that one day, when he stood on the battlements yet again and watched the landscape, focus wavering to an extend that let the light steps of a red-haired mage go unnoticed, that game was going to come to an end.

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[templarhael]

inquisition kain has the same haircut as cullen ngl