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quienes te llaman la atención?
Generalmente me voy más por la novedad que por lo visto, aunque Sofía siempre llama la atención, claro. Pero Indira me parece atractiva, también Irina tiene una belleza bastante peculiar, principalmente sus labios. Uhm, Arabella, Katarina si fuese más soportable ( lo mismo con eddelynne y vesper ) y hasta ahí por ahora. De chicos, mi corazón pertenece a Adrien y Lucien, pero es algo más profundo.
how would rowan feel about everything loghain did in origins?
if she knew the truth, she would be UNBELIEVABLY pissed. and hurt.
she’d understand... how ferociously protective loghain is of ferelden. they were in a war together! she knows! she was there! but everything he did was far from okay. first of all, she would feel utterly betrayed by his decision to retract from cailain’s army because, lol, that resulted in the death of her son. and while she knows loghain can be a pragmatist, and she understands the decision to actually withdraw if the battle was a hopeless one, but instead of abandoning her son to die, she thinks he should have made cailan see the error of trying to combat this at ostagar and should’ve tried to move them all elsewhere.
letting him die is a betrayal to her, and a betrayal to maric.
secondly, his perpetuation of civil war would infuriate her. she knows loghain to be a better political strategist than that -- letting the country tear itself a part when a blight was coming is the dumbest thing he could’ve done, she thinks, and as she is a queen with political experience under her belt, she would’ve felt that every move he made was flawed and ignorant.
she would be so upset with his choices that she would’ve happily given him to alistair and the hero of ferelden to decide what to do with, because something so heinous can’t go unpunished. even if it would’ve broken her heart to see him die, she’d rather see him dead than without consequence.
I can be ur comboi ( combat boi )
a sickeningly twisted curl of his brows.
‘ … ’
¿has tenido sueños indecorosos con algún amigo/amiga?
¿Quién no? Con conocidos también.
qué es lo más terrible que has hecho durante una borrachera?
Uhm, hay un gusto por escarbar en escenas vergonzosas por aquí. Veamos, cuando estaba en Italia con unos amigos bebimos de más, estábamos celebrando que terminamos el semestre con ‘vida’ siendo dramáticos ( hola eddelynne ). Fuimos a una playa, nos sacamos la ropa y nos metimos al océano sin nada, no andaba con traje de baño y, por alguna razón que no recuerdo, la ropa interior no parecía ser una opción. Luego nos vestimos y devolvimos al departamento de uno de los presentes. Oh, pero si hablamos de ‘terrible’ que podría llegar a considerarse ilegal, bueno, quizás tengo un gusto por las menores, y quizás se transformó en algo más que un coqueteo, pero dejaremos el suspenso para evadir posibles cargos.
" I would not trade it for anything. " ( from maric :') )
inquisition. | accepting. | @vhenadhal
this relationship budded slow. marriage was marriage – a political station to wedge the guerrins into the royal line, she’ sure; the only ferelden noble family of any real standing anymore, loyal to the theirin line to the end. rowan had been told this is what it’d come to, once the usurpers were cast out. she simply hadn’t believed it, then, and spent her days unhorsing silly boys or biting her sword into dummy wood, or sometimes just trees.
maric was a bloody idiot. or, that’s what everyone had said, anyway. rowan heard them talking before, some fragile little boy in comparison to his wicked-strong and commandeering mother, promise with a sword and wears his armor well, but untrained, letting the intricacies of politics fly past his youthful head.
rowan, in comparison, had always listened.
she knew it would come to their marriage, in the end – only putting it into action was.. odd. more difficult. she’d not wanted it, when it came, spent her time keeping up appearances at his coronation, and only wishing loghain would somehow take her to gwaren.
that never happened. and now she is with child.
she doesn’t resent maric. that stiff betrothal took time to unfurl like this, but it had. she found herself reaching beyond their friendship, and understanding why someone like katriel had truly adored him. he was undermined, and – quite foolish, at times, but never truly stupid, and never cruel, or callous. vengeful, yes, but it was a price that had been owed, and rowan had been happy to pay it back.
months had blended into years. his laugh is always kind. and he cherishes her, in a way she hadn’t anticipated. (hands across her hard abdomen, soft now with the gentle bump, reminiscing in laughter as if they were a hundred years old, and their battles were far off; childish games, their bed sheet wrapped around her figure as she pulled it off of him and dared him with a devious grin and finger to come and take it back).
it was different with loghain – less silly. more serious. she could always feel her heart in his hand. but with maric, it’s more like he is living every day alongside her, instead of being apart of her.
it isn’t bad. just different.
he touches her growing belly now. rowan has traded steel for dresses, and dresses for gowns – and though this is the place they’ve reached, her insecurities rise like wild dogs. is this? what you want, maric? the question is right there, unspoken, if had been me, instead of her –
i would not trade it for anything. she brings her eyes up to meet his, only then realizing how impossibly close his face is to hers. she blinks, surprised to feel tears in her eyes. he circles one of her strong shoulders, cupping at the back of her arm, other hand remaining delicately upon the gentle swell of her stomach. she does cry, then.
¡ é b0ss !
‘ Where’s Sombra? ’
