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Varric was one hell of a storyteller, that was for sure. He had believed what everyone else had-- Hawke vanished as the rest of Kirkwall was sent reeling over the destruction of The Chantry. Hell, he’d known about her long before she was The Champion of Kirkwall, hearing information of some rogue running around The Deep Roads from his father years before.

However, her victory in Kirkwall against The Arishok was something that had caught his attention, even if he hadn’t believed it. Even now, looking at the woman, he had to ask some of the questions that had been burning inside of his head for years. So, during the first time he had a chance to find her in the tavern, he decided to make his move.

“So, you’re the one who got the big boss of the Antaam...” he replied, handing her a drink. “I really hope you made the fucker hurt before you killed him.”

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                   “Am I intruding?”

Her morning routine often took her to the Chapel - a quick prayer between exercise and the obligatory meeting with her advisers at the war table. A moment of peace, an attempt to find strength and patience - and, in a way, an attempt to connect with her own words. Turn her own shaky, wobbly faith into the steady stone she presented it as: love the Maker as much as she loved to be loved by the people, have as much faith in the Maker as she always said, as if prayers in an empty chapel before the statue of a woman she did not acknowledge might give her soul true faith. 

     However, this morning, she found that someone else used the quiet morning hours as well - before, she had not much opportunity to speak to Hawke. Everything was too much of a mess, hardly any time to settle down and just talk to someone. Maybe....

                       “I can wait outside, if you would rather be alone here.” 

[uproarings]

"Can you NOT stare?"

“ he’s cute! ” cyra protests , a little buzzed from good wine and a solid win against evil once more. she’s making eyes at an elf from across the bar who doesn’t know she exists , yet. “ let me live my best life ! i’m going to approach him ----- ”  @araneaecorde

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✗ ; ——— To say that Nakoma had a habit of sleeping in odd places would be… A bit of an understatement. Put simply; If she could fit, she could sleep. And one thing she was quite good at, for a spirit, was sleeping. She certainly did plenty of it, anyway. Though whether this was out of perpetual fatigue or some sort of narcoleptic tendencies was unclear.

    She didn’t seem to stir much upon the intrusion, apart from making her already small form somehow even smaller by curling her body in on itself. You would swear she was part cat, judging by the way she was curled up upon the haystack. While she did not wake completely from her slumber, her eyelids did seem to flutter a bit.

[ass--sass--sin]

*slips my url towards you* maybe?? if ur down with that

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: We just started interacting and following each other so I can’t really say a whole lot?  From the couple replies we’ve done so far though, I like her though.How they play them: Too early to really say, but I mean, definitely not badly xDThe Mun: seems really sweet and nice!  Definitely someone I’d like to get to know better.

Do I:

RP with them: Just started yup!Want to RP with them:  Oh yeah!  I feel like there’s a lot of potential for some interesting interactions between her and Tal tbh.

What is my;

Overall Opinion:  hi yes this is a good, and I think I’m gonna keep you at least for a little while ok?  ok :D

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[ass--sass--sin]

now down to just her underwear she was about ready to call it a night... but not before she outplayed talon at wicked grace. he'd gotten the better of her a few to many times and she was ready to exact her revenge. so a hand later hawke emerges triumphant and lays an open palmed slap to talon's chest. " so! which will be first to go inquisitor? the shirt, or the trousers? " (maybe this is during the game they're playing now, maybe they make playing it a tradition? who knows? for the touch meme)

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

Talon stared blankly at the cards in his hand.  They’d failed him!  How rude!  Hawke’s slap jerked him back to reality, and he couldn’t help but grin and tease despite losing miserably.  “So, finally caught on huh?  Gonna have to work harder than that if you want me to lose my pants.”

Giving her a teasing wink, he pulled his shirt over his head revealing a scrawny, lanky frame as well as multiple scars and tattoos.  Smirking, he grabbed the deck to shuffle before leaning back in the chair.  “Another?”

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         ❝ you are from ferelden, I heard? do you ever think about returning there? ❞

the man’s eyes were warm, filled with honest interest. but his posture is the one of a warrior, of a king. even though the crown was not on his head at that moment, he held his head high like it were, so it could not fall down.

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“what’s it like? being up close in battle, i mean. i’m always a good distance away.”