“The weight on your shoulders…”
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Ethlinn Mahariel
Garrett and Brynn Hawke
Rhoisin Trevelyan
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“The weight on your shoulders…”
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Ethlinn Mahariel
Garrett and Brynn Hawke
Rhoisin Trevelyan
Melancholy Solas I did in my attempt to catch up with inktober. His return to Skyhold has always struck me as a sorrowful happiness; a stranger in his own home.
Mac and Cheese ~
Tamlen. He Deserved So Much Better...
“Tell me about the old memories you found in the fade.”
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Pre and Post-Trespasser. I cannot form a coherent explanation as to how much I love the stories Solas tells the Inquisitor throughout the game but I do find it fitting that he has one last story to tell in Trespasser, right before he disappears once again. Between those stories and memories, the rotunda paintings, his expertise, Skyhold, and of course, his friendship/romance, there can be no doubt that he cares for the Inquisitor deeply.
Just kill me now, I guess,,,
Something I’ve had wasting away in my head and then in my files, after realizing that I have no idea how to draw a comic.
There’s not much of a story here except that I love the idea of slowly but surely bringing Fenris out of his angry little shell and into Hawke’s life and family. On a Sunday evening, the Hawke family along with Anders will travel to the town Bazaar for foodstuffs, where they encounter Fenris, who from time to time will also frequent the square in search for new reading material. With a bit of persuasion, Edanna Hawke convinces Fenris to join her and her family for her mother’s carrot soup, or something. Although something tells me that to Leandra’s dismay, all of the Hawke Twins’ drunken friends will end up coming to this soup-ing. She probably dislikes these get-togethers, as these angry and complicated adults all eat like ravenous wolves and sing too loudly when they are far into their cups.