#cadashingrogue

[shiftysmugglerlook]

“Do you think it’s possible to redeem the kinds of things that we’ve done?"

Bioshock: Infinite starters | accepting

“I got hope.” Something hard to come by in times like these, so he held onto it tighter than coin. “Hope that a bit of kindness and honesty can mend the insides. Maybe it’ll pay off.”

[rebelliontales-blog]

five times kissed

➳ this cute meme here! | not accepting

       Those awkward moments always made her laugh. When no one knew that a relationship had grown in the midst of chaos. Times when she would go to hold Zera’s hand & forgot; the times she would lean in for a sly kiss on Zera’s cheek & she forgot. Forgot that this was a secret for the time being. Was it wrong for someone of importance to be in a relationship; or was it wrong that they were in a relationship with someone like Sera? She had her doubts surely, a negative image was not what she wanted for Zera. Though she had grown to not care. The companions knew - they were not idiots. When the two would sneak away in the middle of the night or when common eerie silence of war was mixed with fit of playful giggling. Just like they all knew when the elf did not care no longer. For when she would lean down even in the most serious moments & press one kiss soft to Zera’s cheek - just enough to be the cheesy cute that only Zera knew about.

       Maybe they’re drunk - not that it mattered. When days away from the battlefield were mixed with drunken laughter & even more sloppy grins, the better. The moments they didn’t need to worry about the shite surrounding them; the times when they could be with one another & e n j o y what they had. Neither of them can stop giggling, from teasing walking persons down below to occasionally throwing raisins at companions just to hear them groan. They’re childish, but maybe that was what made them click. Roof time she called it once, sitting high above Skyhold to play games or simply watched the sun set - cheesy, though comforting. Caresses were shared as laughter exchanged at their antics, some may consider. No matter what this was, each time she leans in to steal one kiss it always breaks either from a smile or from another set of giggles. Maybe for once she was truly & well could be considered, happy.

       How she would dread those days when she was not allowed to come. The mission would not be fit for her & never did she take offense, she knew she could not always be there. Those going with she trusted as she knew Zera could take care of herself. That feeling of what if always lingers in her mind; questions clouding her mind as to what if something happened. & she would always shrug it off, Zera would console her & Sera would laugh as if nothing was wrong. She could not appear that way & she knew that. This world was so unpredictable ( however ) & it wasn’t as if communication came easy. It was in her right to feel a little uneasy, was it not? How she allowed herself to feel something, put her guard down & for it to be shattered? She could not imagine. Just this one time & they would be together again, she had to think positive. Fingers were linked in a grip as if this were a final goodbye & a kiss so deep one would think this one was a last. How she wants to say those famous three words - but it’s always so hard for her. Is it too much? Instead she makes a joke just to see Zera smile & receives a hit on her arm - that worked better.

       Shuffling of feet were heard outside the tent, men & women finding duties & getting prepared for another day. Birds were chirping ( annoyingly ) as she swears she hears Dorian complaining about something. To her knowledge the sun was not even up, this was not like Skyhold. Form is lazy as she rolls over to her smaller half, only to find face buried against Zera’s back - another day, another mission, yet same crap. Another groan & she knows this time she hears Zera groan too, could she protest? That would be the day, she knew this was a must for the Inquisition. Did not help these cots were far from comfortable, she misses Zera’s bed in Skyhold. Turning to her side, an arm lazily falls to rest over Zera’s hips, head lifting for chin to find comfort on the others bicep. A joke here & a sleepy laugh there, nothing was working to wake Zera up. Instead she leans down for an attempted kiss light against soft skin of Zera’s neck, only to instead blow a very common raspberry. Now she’s awake & Sera is a fit of obnoxious laughter.

       A rare moment for the elf, for she knew she would never be able to attend Winter Palace again. She knows Zera despised it too, the way she would grimace at nobles who wanted her attention; all the way to how she would hold back a groan in a claim moment’s peace, only to be interrupted. Sera could not be beside her at all times, but she can see from a distance & she too would have to hold back her own snickering ( not that anyone was wanting to talk to Sera ). When they do get a moment alone, how she feels like some child. A child sneaking away with her girlfriend from parents as if she had any. Lower stair case, around the corner & pick open the door - it wasn’t hard. & yes they should be doing more important things, but a quick moment never hurt anyone. Contents pushed aside aimlessly as one is pushed towards the desk, caresses exchanged as heated kisses of desperation shared. They laughed it off, if only the nobles knew about a different type of noise created - music to Sera’s ears, literally.

[amgetoll-blog]

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Your muse: brings mine food.

           She’s still cleaning her suit of armor, trying to make sure the job isn’t           so hastily done. She remembers the last time she had struggled to           adequately tidy up, her companions commenting on the traces of           blood and ichor still left there, as well as a chunk of flesh lodged           between two pieces. Not her finest moment.

           But that was combating darkspawn, and now it’s... her fallen brothers           and sisters, more or less. Well. Not hers, exactly, but still: they were           Wardens nonetheless.

           Her arm’s getting into it, armor squeaking as she struggles to scrape           remnants of the battle off. Nearby footfalls nearly escape her ear, but           not quite. She’s still cleaning away, cussing under her breath about           what a pain it is. 

                “   Oh! Inquisitor. Hey. I was just... cleaning the gunk out.   ”

          Her line of sight darts to the edibles being held up, and she laughs.

               “   Not the most appetizing activity, I have to admit.   ”

           Still, her stomach grumbles. Does that make sense? She’s hungry but           doubts her ability to eat just yet. Fighting for your life makes a dwarf real           hungry, she supposes.

              “   Just let me get cleaned up. I hear that eating with the blood of your                   enemies on your hands isn’t the healthiest.

                   Oh, and Zera? Thanks for giving for the Wardens a second chance.   ”

[amgetoll-blog]

          She can’t help but smile as she nods her head at Zera. There’s something           that makes her excited, that gives her a sense of familiarity, that instills a           sense of pride in her -- if she had to guess, she might say it’s the seeming           consistency of Dwarven women (and casteless ones, at that!) being relied           on to save the world from the brink of destruction.

               “   It’s a pleasure to formally meet you, Inquisitor.   ”

[blightedresilience]

8. How does your character feel about religion?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

She has a very personal connection with religion, and it’s one thing she doesn’t attempt to rationalise. She’s a fierce believer, andthat’s one thing that’s endured nomatter what. Does she respect other religions than her own? She believes themto be false, and will openly say so (she’s a heathen??? Nah boi ur theheathen), but she also doesn’t attack them directly. She’s very – wary, if I were to put a word to it –about higher powers. While she holds no respect for them, she doesn’t attemptto challenge the beliefs of others, and doesn’t go beyond denying their existence. She will challenge the Chantry however, no doubt about it. So much salt.

Religion brings her comfort, and it’s probably whatshe considers her biggest connection to her people, the free people, when she’s apart from them. They no longer traveltogether, they no longer serve the same purposes, but they stillbelieve in the same thing. It’sintegral to her life, and to her identity. She doesn’t feel threatened when someonedenies the existence of her Gods, or attempts to convert her. She’s not big on destiny, but she doesn’t always leave certain events to coincidence. Her own achievements are always her own, however. 

[rebelliontales-blog]

sera & zera at the winter palace: excuse me where the FUCK IS THE FOOD

[bloodimagery-archive-blog]

[Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me?

TFLN meme

[txt]: i’m not proud i’m just disappointed[txt]: not even one smashed glass?