#antimetathesis

[spirestar]

from @antimetathesis : ❝ well, this seems like a lovely little spot. the sense of impending doom aside. ❞ and 1 for varric! i think theyd have funny banter :)

His brother's parties aren't exactly what Varric would call a lovely time, but the venue for this one certainly is. Thanks to Varric choosing it himself, of course. No one can hate a house in the water, even if it meant all the guests needed to have their drivers get them a ways outside the city to make it. Nobody would say no. That's why he did it: It's funnier to make the rich, spineless fucks sweat.

It's in Varric's nature to pass out his personal +1 invites on a whim, especially since Bartrand started banning Varric's friend Hawke from all their official guest lists (as if that'd stop Hawke), and after meeting Kaien, Varric chose him as the newest recipient.

"Now, don't let the elegant setup fool you," Varric replies, a charming smile painting itself over his face even as his words give away his obvious disgruntlement. "My brother has some nasty plan to embarrass us yet again tonight, I'm sure of it. I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up five beers in the is time, or something." Probably less likely than him showing up with some serious proposition of business for the guests--Varric can hope though, can't he? It's been a while since the two of them spoke one-on-one, without Bartrand's assistants or other employees nearby to note down their every argument. Lucky for him, he supposes. "Don't be afraid to take advantage of the free food and drinks, though," and when he grins, it's a lot more genuine this time, adjusting the wide open collar of his gaudy dress shirt--the very thing making him stick out amongst the black-tie dress of all the Tethras family's guests. "Complimentary, I mean." Varric winks. "Nobody else will, and it's sure to be the highlight of our night."

[thiedas]

you did most of the work. / 4 bellara :)

The Ti'Revas was the stuff of legend, something anyone in the Veil Jumpers would — or should beg on their hands and knees to work with. When Bellara said we did the work, it was out of habit. We, like when she worked with the Veil Jumpers, even when they got annoyed with her. It was easier to credit everyone.

“ Well — you all helped! Somehow . . . ” It was mostly moral support. Which she appreciated too. She liked when people congratulated her rather than scolded her and told her to go to bed instead of continuing to work. If she'd gone to sleep when Neve had told her to, it wouldn't be working now. “ Guess the next thing we need to do is actually step through. Aren't you excited to see why this eluvian is more special than the others? ”

[badnikbreaker-a]

@antimetathesis liked! / kaien & elise!

Odd.

Not Elise — not now, at least. She looks like a perfectly normal young woman at present, and even amongst the handful of her citizens who have gotten proper glimpses of their king's face, none would be able to identify the scruffy young woman wandering the streets as King Elise. No. Today, Elise is nearly normal. What's odd is ———

Every moment, every blink, she sees worldlines knitting and unraveling. She can pluck timelines like threads, and her godhood reacts to others who are more than human, defensive, almost jealous. She looks at the stranger and sees reality all but cave in around him. Fascinating. She wants to study him.

She's so focused — so fascinated — that she misses sight of worldline where she trips over a crack in the sidewalk and propels directly into his chest, face first. Because she misses that glimpse of a worldline, she doesn't correct, and she — well, does just that. Propels into his chest, face first. This is the worst day of her life, including when a malevolent god got sealed inside her ribs at age seven.

"Oh my goodness." It's a breathless gasp as she pushes away, face as red as her hair. Forget studying him, she needs to disappear, NOW. ( if she could do so without outing herself as god, she would. ) "I'm so — so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." If she hadn't spent her first life learning not to feel anything, she'd have lit herself on fire purely out of embarrassment.

[aldereign]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄  is all but a melody to the princess,   a songbird that sings a never-ending song of destruction      &        despair that is as home to her as a cradle to a child.   her place of rest is now a single library,   the last of alderaan’s great manuscripts when footsteps catch the last remaining flicker of her attention.    a truce is incoming,   she tells herself.   perhaps news?   royal eyes lift upward,   landing squarely on kaien before her as she exhales.          ❛   any word?       or do you carry my surrender in your hands?   ❜ @antimetathesis

[eueclid]

“ Guess this shithole isn't as bad as I thought. ” He was in the fade — any mage would be beyond ecstatic, and part of him was. But Ronan felt some anxiety being away from the farm, and he was expressing it the only way he knew how — by taking it out on someone else, namely, @antimetathesis. “ I don't know how Solas lived here though. Thought the guy might take a little better care of it since he's so meticulous. Does he just keep chattering up there, by the way? What's it like having him in your head? ”

[palespawn-s]

teardrops― bring me the horizon, @antimetathesis.

“  this isn't something i can just ... tuck away and forget, ” astarion divulges, this muted aftermath of a moment in the night, one less becoming the further they sunk into silence. he knew it was risky, an experimental bite, a taste was all it would have been; the overwhelming urge complemented his newfound freedom in a way that made it difficult to see sense. bound by the rules and whims of his old master had been akin to sinking into a pit, slowly buried underneath the heaviness of his own captivity without a way out. to be broken free of those shackles was as intoxicating as the blood on offer. still, he wasn't without remorse― if not for the sake of his own skin, then for what crumbs of trust they had been beginning to lay down.

an ordinary man on the brink of starvation, a silkroot addict suffering withdrawals, it was all variations of the same thing. a base survival instinct, chasing fleeting satisfaction. a desire to live. why were his needs lesser than anyone else's?

“  it's not like i asked for this, you know. ”

[thiedas]

“ You call that a push up? ” Taash exclaims, hands on their hips before they inevitably drop down beside @antimetathesis. The truth of it was his push up was fine — but they wanted any excuse to do anything, and being on the ground next to Kaien was better than standing and watching. “ Step aside. I'll show you how to do one. And then, I need to make sure you can do a pull up. You can, can't you? ”