#bastian please

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[theinquirere]

@elderone​​ : ❛  fear not, we’ll meet again, i assure you…  ❜

Unfortunate was the position in which the Herald stood before the other. Blood stained teeth gritting in a sneer. Detest flared in his eyes and guts twisted with a rush of rage. Causing him to shake were he stood, if one were to look close enough. On the brink of coming undone. Yet something held him together. The underlying role that he still had a great part to play in keeping Thedas from falling to a mad creature’s dream may have been the trick. “I’m counting on it.”

“Because I am going to be the one that sticks the blade into your guts to spill them when the time comes.” Lips curled in a smile and brows furrowed tightly. A chuckle spurted from busted lips. “All your great YEARS of planning! And a mere mortal man is going to tear them to apart right before your eyes... how embarrassing.”