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[corvidblade]

i have faith in my friends well enough.

— always accepting.

The response doesn't surprise him. The definition of a friend here is a far, far cry from what being a friend entailed where he was raised. Still, Zevran raises an eyebrow.

"Let us hope that your faith is not misplaced, then," he says. "And that we all go home with our head attached to our necks."

[spphirrgue]

❛ you're her , aren't you ? ❜ a living legend . a goddess gracing the earth , dare she say andraste herself . awe , amazement , a stare given . eyes wide , sapphire hues stared straight at the warden . the hero who saved the world . the blight seemed so long ago now yet the wounds still stung . earth etched with countless reminders , scorched by fire and death . warden amell was the one that carried the dawn , ready and willing to sacrifice it all . ❛ so many people are in debt to you for what you did for us . ❜

❛ thank you for everything . ❜ / @bloodyd sc.

[grewarden-a]

❛  we’re gonna survive this, right?  ❜

grand feats of dwarven architecture and engineering were truly remarkable, even to those unfamiliar with what such work entailed, and yet athelstan always found it hard to fully appreciate that ingenuity when he was the one trapped by it. deep underground, confined with friends and a party of darkspawn, struggling to breathe as a poisonous gas filled the antechamber. the magic was a little lost.

darkspawn were an all too common foe now but this gas was another issue entirely. as roselyn and the others dealt with a genlock alpha, a darkspawn emissary and mix of genlocks and hurlocks, athelstan struggled to find the lever that would let them breathe easier. some let out more gas, some did nothing at all and none had ceased the flow. magic didn't work either, with enchantments protecting the exit door. if he didn't work this out, they were screwed.

roselyn joined his side once she'd finished with the darkspawn, athelstan's arm deep inside a hole in the wall that may or may not have anything inside. ❝ yes, of course. i just need to- ❞  his fingers brushed against something wooden and thin. holding his breath (with anticipation and because the gas had become too much) he pulled it toward him and the exit door finally swung open. he laughed and turned to roselyn triumphantly as the green gas began to dissipate.  ❝ and we live to fight another... five minutes, at the very least! ❞ 

[fenhara]

" can you feel it? the thinness here? " standing at the wall, fingers deft with a brush that he settles on paletted table, content with the colors of his current mural. he thinks of it as his memory, a TESTAMENT to what has been achieved here in the same way his people's ruins jut from the earth, broken and shattered. when this is all over, WHEN HE TAKES BACK THE ORB, skyhold's walls will tell tales of them, of him, of her.

he thinks he'll give her a hint, as she crosses the threshold, no doubt on her way to the commanders for a briefing. solas needs not even turn, HER RIPPLE IN THE FADE AS SHE WALKS IN ENOUGH WARNING. " this castle has been here for centuries ; there is so much that vibrates in its stones. "

@bloodyd , starter.

[magilv]

@bloodyd​ sent  :     ❝ I’ve talked, I’m happy to talk, but there is no way… that I am fighting. ❞ amell surana besties NOW     ╱     king arthur, legend of the sword.

❛     if  you  won’t  fight,  others  will.     talk,  fine,  but  talk  people  into  fighting  for  you,  then.     ❜          alim  knows  her  tongue  can  be  as  sharp  with  wit  as  any  templar’s  blade,  knows  roselyn’s  a  clever  one.     he  just  needs  her  to  be  a  little  smarter.

[grewarden-a]

❝ thought i knew what i wanted. never knew what i wanted. what do i want? ❞ / ROSELYN: @bloodyd, sc.

[idleyes-moved]

“at ease, commander."  it was an odd thing, to be talking to him after all these years again, not to mention on friendly terms. or, well. civil ones, as compared to their last meeting; anything would be compared to it.  "would you… care for a walk? the weather is quite lovely today, and—"  brief pause.  "there was something i wished to discuss."  @bloodyd pulled him aside.

“  with this weather?  i could never turn you down.  ”

‘  at ease?  ’    oh, the templar was far from being relaxed.  after all his years watching her,  he could still spot the mage a mountain away though rarely catch sight of her before it was too late.  thankfully,  with cullen’s training,  it was easy for him to fall in step and follow her command,  the nerves that tensed below the surface of his flesh pulled tight.  he was worried to say the least.  as he often did not part on good terms regarding mages,  especially roselyn.  despite the height and his build,  he felt weight upon him from her presence alone.  heavy eyes and judgement,  all rightfully earned,   though that did not make him feel less small.

“  what is it you wanted to discuss?  ”

[woodsmke]

     “what’s  your  next  move,  then?”  her  head  tips,  brows  furrowed,  true  curiosity  on  her  face,  “the  queen  on  your  side  and  all.  well  - - -  other  than  some  horrific  and  amazing  thing  like  kill  an  archdemon.  you  ought  to  at  least  get  a  drink  before  that.”  the  landsmeet  is  still  dissolving,  countless  people  aly  has  no  interest  in  speaking  with  at  the  moment  fleeing  back  to  their  bannorns.  she  ought  to  do  the  same  - - -  HER  BANNORN  sounds  wrong,  though,  feels  sick  in  her  mouth  when  she  thinks  of  the  place  that  ought  to  be  samwells.  “i’m  shocked  no  one  else  has  offered  to  buy  you  one.”

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