tint/vint nonsense
ft sexy sword magic and brief invasive cole + varric
casimir reed-stark: sidenote did u read the thing i wrote abt tintalle choosing the knight enchanter class bc i just started thinking abt it and just. sweats casimir reed-stark: i havent decided what to make second lavellan who u know what i am going to go name him right now winters: "there are limited mages u kill off the others i Know this" "haha yEAH totally dude im the only mage in my clan ; )" winters: TELL ME ALL casimir reed-stark: did u see the post first of all bc its long and says a lot of it im just casimir reed-stark: im just really fucking gay for magic and i started thinking about like winters: i think i read it?? but i've forgotten lmao i can go read it now so you dont have to explain it all over casimir reed-stark: dorian and tintalle fighting together and they’re back to back with their staves and then tintalle pulls out his magic sword thing and lets out this snarl in elvhen and charges the crowd and just fucks them up and dorian just pauses for a second and winds up getting an arrow almost hitting him in the shoulder bc he’s just like “holy shit” winters: o hhhhhh shit casimir reed-stark: tintalle is usually so level and calm and like I Am A Peaceful Forest Elf but like. he’s ruive’s brother for sure winters: that's h ot winters: and i DID see taht post winters: hecked up about it i LOVE MAGIC i LOVE MAGES casimir reed-stark: he comes back all panting and covered in blood that is mostly not his own and smiles at dorian and is just like “we won” and dorian is like “yes we certainly did” but his voice totally cracks on the yes winters: FUCK casimir reed-stark: tintalle is still residually just tingling all over with magic and energy from the anchor and dorian kisses him and he fuckin tastes like the fade and dorian didnt even realize the fade could taste like anything but its unmistakeable casimir reed-stark: and then he turns and bounds off again and is like come on we’ve got shit to do and dorian is like “urhhhh i. right. yes. stuff important things saving the world and all that. not to be a bother but isn’t there one of our camps near here? i think there is. we should stop i. i’m terribly injured and must rest probably” winters: """"i must rest"""" winters: well. they'll be using the bed for SOMEHTING casimir reed-stark: cole’s like “you’re not injured though, dorian. you feel… better than you have in some time. the things that hurt you disappear when he kisses you, and even if they come back, they feel like dreams when he’s with you. when you touch him, its like touching the fade itself, but he’s not just that, he’s… warmer. you aren’t hurt at all, but you need to stop fighting a while anyway… you’re… breathless, burning and bursting, blood boiling, rushing, pounding in your ears, hard to hear yourself think, hard to hear anything but your heartbeat, and his, that’s the ache, not a hurt, but a healing, still harsh, hard and hasty, and” “THATS QUITE ENOUGH COLE” “…sorry" winters: S HIT winters: COLE LET THE CAT OUTTA THE BAG winters: dorian is BLUSHING casimir reed-stark: varric’s like “damn kid you gotta let me write some of that down someday, i’m terrible at writing romance” cole brightens up and is like “really? i could help you with your stories? letting me in to the worlds in your head, through a door that goes both ways, sharing, shaping, shifting words together, you’d teach me new ways to be honest, that’s what you do, varric, you’re honest, but you tell honest things through things that aren’t true. i could help, if you want." casimir reed-stark: dorian’s just like “yes yes alright turn my thoughts into dinner and a show while we’re at it why don’t we"