#coletheforgottenboy

[alhxshaxise]

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I love living in Iowa :^) 

[boundbytheblood-archive]

“I have no idea what I’m getting myself into here, but it looks diabolical and I don’t like it at all.”

Maria grinned slightly. “Come now, where’s your sense of adventure? This could be fun.”

[alhxshaxise]

fIGHT ME

Write “FIGHT ME” in my inbox and I’ll post our fight music

Let’s do this

[compassion-incarnate]

alhxshaxise started following you

“They left me. They left me. How? How could they do this? What’s so wrong with me? I want them back. Why won’t they come back? Please come back.”

[alhxshaxise]

Therith could feel her entire body tense as Cole spoke up. Why did he have to bring them up? “Cole. Cole stop. Do not bring them up.” Her voice was practically a hiss, but low and almost pained.

[sorceressofsass-moved]

♣

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

♣ = discovering them crying

Kaitlyn barely noticed him but, when she did, she scooted back so harshly in her chair that it grated against the floor. Her head turned and she wiped at her eyes furiously. How long had he been there? There were a few empty alcohol bottles in front of her, fruitless attempts to forget why she was crying, why a constant ache hung in her heart. It was still so easy to see the dead in her thoughts.

“D-do you need something?” Her voice was choked but leveled out as she spoke. 

[bloodyqueenofferelden-blog]

Matchmaker .3.

Inquisitor Tori: Oh Dagna! Dagna gets people in a very unique way and Cole would be fascinating to her!

[wildheartedlavellan-blog]

coletheforgottenboy

“Cole!” she calls out on the balcony she usually found him, “why was there a feather on my bed?|

[crimson-legend]

✿

Send Me A ✿ And My Muse Will React To Your Muse Putting A Flower In Their Hair - Closed

Small, cup-shaped white flowers were raining down over his head, catching in his hair and falling into his cowl. Auron looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Is this for anything in particular, Cole?”

“Everyone likes flowers.” Large, pale eyes blinked under the shadows of a wide-brimmed hat. Mountain laurel spilled over the edges of his bony, awkward hands, and one reached out to sprinkle more flowers over Auron. “You kept them on your windowsill, to remind you of home.”

“That’s not so much of an issue here. So why the snow of flowers?”

“Even flowers whisper, little voices on the wind. Soft, silent, these ones call glory, victory, nobility. Like you do. You just need to remember that you do.”

“I do not-”

“Lives looking to my call, given to serve, to protect, we will not let more families die like mine did - Walking the path to death, for faith, for fear, for him, we won but we lost, no victory without death but that’s wrong, wrong wrong, I will change it even if it costs me my very soul…”

Auron growled through his teeth. “Go away, Cole.”

The space where the spirit-boy crouched was suddenly empty, as if he had never been there at all.