#armeriia

[dragantabreath-blog]

???

What do I really think?

     I don't know how long whatever this is between us will last, but I like it. And I like you. A lot. I like getting to know you and I like spending time with you.

     I just wish you would stop trying to pull off my shirt. I don't.. Want you to know that yet.

     It's not you, it's me. I'm sure everyone says that. You're a great man, but we aren't there. I want to trust you, don't make me stop.

[stormbriinger]

Nelora had been on the road for nearly a month when she finally reached Jader. A lifelong nomad, she had actually been looking forward to her mission, when it had first been assigned. A chance to be on the move again, see a few new places, escape the ongoing drama at Skyhold... It had looked good on paper; just track down a handful of Inquisition agents and inform them of the decisions made during the Exalted Council. Unfortunately, most of the agents she had been assigned had not been happy to hear her news. It made sense, she supposed. Fewer perks for the same amount of work; it wasn’t a deal most would take. Still, that was no cause for rudeness. Or yelling. Or threats. After a few weeks, she found herself wanting nothing more than to return home.

... Wherever home was, now.  

But she had one last stop, before she completed her task. One last agent on the list. She wasn’t expecting her meeting with the pirates to go any more smoothly. They were easy enough to find, at least; the ship had, according to locals, made port in Jader just hours before her own arrival, per the Inquisition’s arrangement. All she had to do was knock on the door, hand the captain Reva’s letter, and be on her way-

Wait, ships didn’t have doors. Was she supposed to get permission before boarding? Would it be rude to just waltz right on up the gangplank and ask to speak to the captain? Would that be considered trespassing? 

She really didn’t have much of a choice. Scroll in hand, she made her way up the ramp, relieved when she spotted a crewman as she neared the top. 

“Excuse me,” she waved, hoping to catch the man’s attention. “Is the captain on board? I have a message for him, from the Inquisition.”

[latrocinor-blog]

@armeriia​.

MAGIC does not make his hackles raise, nor does it instill caution in him -- not in the way that it should. He has been desensitized to it, after years of exposure. But seeing the world ripped in two -- a seam torn between theirs and... theirs? Well, it would’ve been worse, he supposed. Far worse. He shifts from his seat on the crate, hunched forward. “ You’re sure about this? ” His voice drips with the gold of a Tevene accent, although underneath rests the naturally cajoling tone of an elf born and raised in Denerim. “ Doesn’t the name even sound a mite suspicious to you? I mean... THE INQUISITION. Don’t tell me that doesn’t make you feel uneasy. ”

[dragantabreath-blog]

Sprawls out in front of him. "Love me." :c

          "Well then.." The pirate had sprawled out upon his balcony, ungraciously plopping his head into the elf's lap. He had been crafting arrows, mostly just trying to give his hands something to do while they awaited their next order to action.

     Smiling lightly as he set down his arrowheads and carving knife, Ambrós ran his fingertips over the bridge of the human's nose.

          "You wan' go to th'garden or sommat?" Leaning down, lips brushing against his forehead, the tip of his nosering grazing his skin, he smiled. "Or we can stay here and... Bond. Ara av'in."