#adhxwke

[txlani]

adhxwke​ wants to meet the Magister.

{♠} “I've heard a lot about the famous Hawke.                                     It's a honor to finally meet you.” {♠}

[asarlai]

         Maker, but Míra was so tired. Every spell she cast, every swivel of her staff... it            all seemed so hopeless.  Every which way she looked more bloody spiders came            crawling out of the woodwork -- Andraste's tits, she hated the things.  A memory            struck her suddenly,      just as she drove the edge of her staff into one of the foul            creatures,   and the Lady Trevelyan couldn't help but wonder why in the world her            subconscious had thought that to be an appropriate time to reminiscence. 

                       Six years old,  home in Ostwick -- not the Circle, but  h o m e. Sitting in the                        garden and playing with her dolls,  a high dragon was attacking and an evil                        templar was riding it, and then she saw it. A big spider  -- not as big as the                        ones her older self would be battling,    but big still to a six year old child --                        crawled from the dragon onto her hand,           and she'd screamed for her                        mother, crying and shaking in innocent fear. “ It's all right,      my child.                        I'll always be here, you needn't fear. ” //

                                                                     But she isn't here, is she?

        Thrown into the Circle once your magic was revealed, fated to become one of many         FORGOTTEN children, kept in a pretty cage while unfamiliar men clipped your wings         away. What does it feel like to be the shame of your family's name?  Soon the shame         of Thedas, too? You shall not succeed, Trevelyan.      You will fail, you will fail, you         will fail. This world shall fall to ash and your name will be naught but a curse spoken         by those unfortunate enough to inhabit it.       // Míra gave a strangled yell as she cast         another spell. These thoughts are not my own.     

                                                                                  “ It's just a nightmare... ”   She ducked as         Varric shot at the Nightmare's Aspect, hair coming loose from it's braid as the Inquisitor         spun around. “ All we have to do is wake up. ” She summoned a ball of energy between         her hands,       throwing it straight into the Aspect's chest and watching -- with no small         amount of pleasure -- as it faded away into obscurity.

                        Their victory was to be short lived, however. “ The way is clear. Go, let's go! ”

        Mira motioned for the others to move ahead of her, practically shoving Varric to move         faster towards the opening.  She turned back towards the Fade opening for a fleeting         moment,      being rewarded with the sight of her three companions making it through         safely. One--- three less things to worry about. Alistair was further behind Cassandra,         Dorian, and Varric, and Hawke... where was Hawke?

        The Champion seemed rather affected by whatever nightmarish thoughts had seeped in         to her mind, and a bolt of panic shot right down Míra's spine. Later, in all the times she         would look back on that very moment, the youngest Trevelyan would recognise it as the         moment she knew, without a doubt, that they would not all be leaving the Fade.

        “ Hawke! Alistair! We hav--- ” Her words cut off into a gasp, and her dark eyes looked up         in horror to see the Nightmare -- the true nightmare -- appear once again, standing right         between the three and their escape.

[tethrxs-archive-blog]

[ not even gonna bother going anon on this one, i have only been following you since yesterday but gosh i LOVE your characterization of varric. i can hear his voice in your writing and it makes me so happy!!! thank u for existing ok bye ]

anon opinion

( c h e a t e r , except not because thank you for being such a darling -- i'm actually ridiculously nervous about writing him, only because dwarves in dragon age are so ridiculously meta and varric's tendency towards speech is far more modern than most of his friends. but ahhhhhh bless you!! /throws flowers on you )

[rebelllum-blog]

adhxwke

             "Here to chat about your eyebrows, again?               Or do you actually need me for something?"

     Anders hopes for the latter. Getting out of here might do him      some good, for a while. Even someone as reclusive as himself      could go stir-crazy if left inside for too long, and his skin was      seeping back to Circle-pale. Not a good look, and not particularly      good for him. He ---- aches for the sunshine, even. Hopes for it,      in a way, as restless as he was feeling, lately.

[redemptior]

"I want to [teach] you [how to dance because frankly, I'm horrified]."

               "I need you to teach me to dance as much as I need                Corypheus to lick my asshole."

[redemptior]

[12/16/14 1:20:25 AM] kelsier: criminal justice yep [12/16/14 1:20:37 AM] kelsier: gonna be a prosecutor [12/16/14 1:20:50 AM] kelsier: if i get into law school [12/16/14 1:21:31 AM] ass captain: prosecute my ass [12/16/14 1:22:35 AM] kelsier: ur honor it is the jury's verdict that the defendant's ass is 2 bomb [12/16/14 1:24:08 AM] ass captain: nick minaj is my lawyer [12/16/14 1:24:27 AM] kelsier: there is no way i can work a case against that [12/16/14 1:27:22 AM] ass captain: nicki and i make out in front of the jury [12/16/14 1:27:27 AM] ass captain: case dismissed [12/16/14 1:27:39 AM] kelsier: this was the most important case of my career [12/16/14 1:27:40 AM] kelsier: i am ruined [12/16/14 1:27:51 AM] kelsier: and yet i cant bring myself to regret a thing

[redemptior]

"You look like trash. Can I take you out?"

          "Hawke.."

[redemptior]

[▤] one way the mun is like the muse and [◆] one of the muns favorite books — and a quote from it

holy shit cullen and i could not be mORE different i guess we’re both kinda.. pro circle? and all that political bullshit

“And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I’d probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.” ― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye