"i am in hel. come find me"
ANGELA and SERA in angela: queen of hel #1
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"i am in hel. come find me"
ANGELA and SERA in angela: queen of hel #1
I wanted to save you, the anguish it takes to do what was required
To think that I admired you, well, I don't need your condescension
Played Trespasser yesterday to refresh myself on the lore. Heard this from Sera
Does this mean Sera spoke to Josephine before she proposed to the Inquisitor?? Sera has spoken with Ruffles when it came to Red Jenny contracts, but asking for wedding advice is so cuuuute. Especially when Sera doesn't share the same wardrobe aesthetic lol
Bonus :) My wife <3
//int. muñoz-o'halloran household makeshift infirmary - day. @seramunoz
"You sure you can leave here? I can grab the supplies if you need to stay in case people need you," Ash asked once more again as he packed up to head toward the compound. The restless gossip of the protest growing by the day and while having been back and forth from town and the compound, especially to check in on people and help where he can, this time it definitely felt like he should put his presence to good use outside the compound. Sera had been tending to the patients here as well, no time to really doubt any help they could have on hand, awkwardness put aside in favor of working to get some form of an infirmary up and running. It was times like these that Ashton could still appreciated her connection with Afterglow, though he might not admit it.
"The hospital seem to be at max capacity as well, I don't know how willing they'd be to give you the supplies we need," Ash muttered, he had no doubt the hospital staff were doing everything they can but he was also pretty sure they have more than enough supplies to go around, unlikely of them to not hoard the lot in case of a new surge of emergency, the swarm was far from over yet. Should it all get worse, everyone knows who gets priority in there. "The protests haven't let up either."
14 and 15 for Arthur, if they haven't already been done?
15. a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while — 14 has been sort of done (for Veilguard era, since he was featured in that quest), so 15 I certainly can do. I miss his "I've become besties with my 20-something yo co-worker" friendship with Sera.
Artie,
Been a while, yeah? Things ok back in Ost-wick? Know you went to the ground after Winter Palace and Solas' mess and Beardy and Bull had to chop off the hand. Don’t blame you. Politics are poli-piss and things went bad at the end. I miss Inquisition, but don’t miss Inquisitor-You. Inquisitor-You was a dick. You-you, though, we’re still good. Better than good. Friends, Artie.
Heard from Dorian that you and Bull tied the knot over in Rivain. Actually, knowing you two – more than one. More than ten. Bit miffed you didn’t get us and Rainier over for another best night of drinking. Gotta make good on that next time I head up your way.
Want Widdle to come? She wants to take a look at your pros-thesyis. Make it magicky and weirdy for you.
Your friend,
Sera — a letter written in a messy scrawl, covered in doodles. One of the doodles is of a group of friends raising tankards and bottles together. Friends is underlined several times.
OC CODEX PROMPTS
KNIGHTS ; files from the holy grail ↳ #01. lancelot — serafine clemonte
Serafine is the only one in her family trying to keep Arkridge City alive, the hardest part of her job is that this city wants to die. Reginald Clemonte was the tipping point. He is always the first part. Those were the Broker’s words that fateful night, in the depths of her father’s empire, when betrayals are a close discussion and trust is a faltering currency. “All I’ve ever wanted in life is Clemonte Corporations, I was–am born for this,” Serafine retorts, her fists clenched on her lap. “I don’t want Arthur. I don’t need it. So, go ahead and play king over Arkridge, I don’t care, I’m not my father.” She is not Reginald Clemonte and she will never be him. “Oh well, Serafine,” Colette tells her as she makes her way out the office. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
So.....marriage?