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[likemosaic]

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[oftevinter]

"Look," he paused for a moment, "I did mean to make you upset. I did say that your opinions were shit." There was a few seconds of silence before he spoke again. "Apparently, you can't handle the truth."

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[bloodlaurel]

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up. // for serra

A City of Trees @ccslnds

The sense had been knocked from her temporarily. Serra had just laid on the ground where she'd fallen, eyes closed and her head ringing from the blow. Even with a back-handed swipe from the ogre, all the air had been knocked from her lungs and she'd been sent flying. She was only grateful that she hadn't slammed her head into the ground when she had landed, instead the blow being taken by her hip. No doubt there would be a nasty bruise there come tomorrow.

Suddenly she was gathered up in someone's arms. Her first thought was that it was perhaps Alistair, here to help her back to her feet. When she heard the desperate mumbling above her.

"Wake up! Serra, wake up!"

It was Frederic. He sounded distraught. She reached up, feeling for Frederic's cheek, wet with tears. Oh Maker...did he think? Of course he did. She probably would have thought the same thing if she had seen him flung aside by an ogre like he weighed nothing. Her little brother. The one person she had left in this world.

She'd burn the world to keep him safe.

“Hey. Hey.” Serra murmured, petting his cheek, his hair, anywhere she could reach “I’m okay. I'm okay.”

[coldjustness]

“War created bizarre allies, while peace itself could be divisive.” // freddie's rook verse maybe?

"Is that right." She starts, dryly, turning a careful eye down to the placement of the metal foot as their stride takes on a slight downward slope. Scepter lifted and balanced in her palm as they went. Politics was not something that she found any sort of enjoyment in, trading false smiles for a scalding secret and the gamble on what to do with that secret. Politics, was not her job - that was something she left to the figureheads of the Shadow Dragon faction. That is, of course, being Maevaris, Dorian, and Ashur himself when he donned the mantel of the Divine.

There was also the glaring reality that despite of the fact she didn't enjoy it, Detective work required a touch of politics at times. And Neve hated it. But she loves Docktown more than she hated politics.

"Just as bizarre as your apparent connection to Solas?"

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