Nov 1, 2025
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Got one more question: as in accordance with the game, this fanfic’s outcome will depend on YOUR choice! There will be two endings, but whichever one you decide here will be the canon one
Who should MC end up with in this fic?
Bela
Cassandra
you know what maferath i’d be like that too if my parents’ names were Heggar and Thelois
I might be living on Clown Island but at least I'm the queen of it now that I have Will back. 🤡
For the Night Fae and the Winter Court
New oaths. Same enemies.
The Drust will have neither life or death.
Only justice.
The witch hunter’s hunt continues.
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It’s been three weeks. For three weeks, whenever Lavellan came into the Tavern the Iron Bull found reason to be elsewhere. To the first casual invitation to come up to the Inquisitor’s room he responded with casual regrets. To the second a sincere enough ‘thanks, but no thanks.’ There was no third invitation.
The Inquisitor has too much class for a public confrontation, too much self respect to lie in wait in the Bull’s room, and he is too much of a professional to let it affect the work, but he is plenty pissed and it shows. The Bull can’t blame him, really, though he could do without the pitying headshakes he gets from Varric whenever he and the dwarf cross paths.
Sera spent roughly a week stealing his small clothes and filling them with rashvine until a thoroughly exasperated Cremisius spoke to the Inquisitor, who somehow, forcibly, got the rogue elf to behave herself, more or less, though she treated the Bull to snooty silence whenever he saw her and he still didn’t quite dare sit anywhere before giving the seat a thorough examination first.
(Krem, speaking of, was not impressed either. His exact words were, “You’re a fucking idiot, chief.” The Bull doesn’t necessarily disagree.)
All in all, Tallis’s timing could not be worse, but the job is the job so he sucks it up and deals with it, and catches the Inquisitor the next time they cross paths in the training yard.
it’s chapter 2! people seem excited for this one, or at least interested, so i hope i don’t disappoint!
If I cave, this time there will be no going back.
Oh they’re really hiring that man for the Wave okay