Jan 27, 2016
“Guys, I want a castle.”
“If that’s how you react to such a small sum of gold I can only imagine what next job’s payout is going to do to you.”
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“Guys, I want a castle.”
“If that’s how you react to such a small sum of gold I can only imagine what next job’s payout is going to do to you.”
“You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It would ruin my whole reputation.”
Bull sighed. “Look, I’m sure every mage out there has at least one story about how they set their smallclothes on fire or froze their cat in their sleep or other weird shit like that. Besides, I think Viv was trying to get the Inquisitor to replace those curtains anyway.”
"Some things are best left unspoken."
Felras looked wistful. "That's true. Some things are too painful to say. And others will only cause pain once spoken. Why speak when it would only hurt someone you care about?"
As he spoke, he traced his thumb along a long pale scar on the back of his hand.
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His eyes widened and he twisted his fingers in the hem of his shirt. “Nonono! Don’t cry! Please, don’t cry! The nug is gone! Look!” He swung his arm in a tight circle to gesture around them. “It didn’t mean to sneak, surprise, scare! It’s thoughts echo much the same as yours. It runs in fright from one it didn’t expect. It is alright now.”
“Who did this?” asked Cecelia, seeming livid. She was hardly ever angry, but her nostrils flared and concern burned in her eyes.
He pulled at the brim of his hat as if he were trying to pull it down to cover his face. His movements were twitchy and nervous as if he were going to flee at any moment. “The Templar said I was a demon! But I’m not. I’m not! I do not possess, I do not trick or torture! I do not make deals or deal in deception! I am me! I am Cole!”
“No… you’re dead, you can’t be standing here..”
The Qunari was confused. “What the hell are you talking about? You think a little fall like that is enough to take me out?” Sure, the drop looked impressive, but he’d had worse. “Now get up and help me deal with the rest of these assholes!”
Cole and Cecelia | Kindred Spirits
Pain, blossoming like a flower red and radiant. But hidden from the sun, from the eyes of those that would help. Hidden and buried and ignored. The feeling came from the elf woman. The woman that felt like an elf but not an elf, like an echo of the Fade but not.
Other hurts lingered there, but it was the physical pain that drew him to her like a moth to the flame. “You do not let them see. They could help, but you will not let them. You feel that you cannot let them, because they will know.”
“You’re throwing books at people to make a contract?”
He paused, a book still caught between his fingers. “They said the books were a distraction. That he reads them instead of the contract he is meant to sign. Perhaps if the books were not here to distract or delay, he might sign it?”