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[sciintille]

( extevinter. )

    “ shhh! i’m hidin’ from josephine, so you -- you didn’t see nothin’. just        close the door, and maybe block it so she can’t come in --- ah, please?         i’m too young to die today, dorian. ”

[sciintille]

( rebelliontales​. )

    “ i swear on my hand -- just look! that dog keeps givin’ me the evil eye!       as if it knows i don’t like dogs. it’s plannin’ somethin’, i can tell. ”

[sciintille]

( runawaydalish. )

    “ don’t waste your money on anything orlesian. it’s all piss fuckin’ poor.        we could only land their fancy wines that taste of ‘debauchery’ and shit. ”

[sciintille]

( extevinter​ )

    “ how do you not get overwhelmed by all these damn books, dorian? ”

with a grimace and a resigned sort of sigh, eimhin set another book back into its place after barely glancing at the cover. too many books, too many options, too much stress. he’d never had so many choices, not with the dalish and especially not in the circle.

    “ no, better question. how do you pick? what if it’s not the right one?        what if you waste  all  your  time on  one  book, just to  find  out it’s        fuckin’ terrible? what  if  you’re not s’posed to  even  read it in the        first place---? ”

he faltered, grip tightening around the spine of the next book.

    “ forget that last one, though. stupid question. the rest still stand. ”

[sciintille]

( rebelliontales )

    “ so  ----  i noticed  that  the soldiers  have  been  a  bit ...         down in the dumps lately, so  to  say. an’  i  dunno about         you, but personally i think they need a morale boost -- ”

    “ -- if you get what i’m meanin’. ”