#cxvenant

[takesabastard-blog]

You...you have something just there, Captain

[jcined-a-blog]

cxvenant

          “Unless you’re looking to spar, shem, stop staring.”

                       She’s been tearing apart training dummies for the past hour, trying to drown out the singing in her skull.  Some days it’s worse than others, and this one is being particularly punishing.  An intense desire to rip her head off her shoulders is accurate, if too melodramatic to give voice to.  Regardless, she is far too TENSE for pleasantries, and biting words escape bitten lips with characteristic aggression.

[provocatcur-blog]

“But it’s so much fun.”

[aureasadrisit]

brush~

meme: brush Maxima’s beautiful hair | @cxvenant | accepting!

The white feather brushed against the parcel as the last bit of the candle died out, stopping when harsh fingers touched her hair quite gently for what she expected. She had felt his presence entering the room giving him a simple look over her shoulder as a way of giving permission to let him in (though she was unsure until what point that would make a difference if the man really wanted to talk to her). A half smile grew on her lips as her head titled gently back, her left eye opening to examine his expression for a few seconds before closing again and shifting in the chair and placing the feather over the ink pot before turning completely in his direction. 

“Dearest Pirate King, I’m afraid if you make a mess out of my hair I will be forced to break your wrist and then make you amend the damage done to my hair.” her tone is calm as her half smile grew, she would never do such a thing over such a petty thing. The touch did feel good though, and that she would not deny if asked. A chuckle left her lips before her body shifted towards the table again “And don’t look at me like that, this is all your influence.”

[starsofthedas]

cxvenant

“It doesn’t matter where. Just take me out of Ferelden.” 

[magisterious-blog]

@cxvenant​ -- ;

    they had intended course for tevinter , but he would not let them . it had been elaborate ruse by the inquisition , but no less futile . to harbor loyalists to their cause in sheron , sail south , and infiltrate his capital . the crackling of fire and the clash of red templar steel with the futility of the inquisition’s own marked naught but futility . corypheus watched amid the chaos , unleashing salvos of flames at those who dared near him . it was chaos , it was hopeless -- for them . little would do to avail for their cause .

[commuoverre-blog]

@cxvenant {cont}

    “I don’t doubt it, my lady. Too      much work pretending to know      people’s challenges anyway.”

     “I prefer to avoid pretense myself,       but I am finding it more and more       difficult in this position.”

[vintyvanora]

♣ - a fading memory

memory meme||accepting

     At the age of seven her first magic tutor had been brought in to supplement her education. Already learning history, art, politics, social graces, and everything else a young altus needed to know, having yet another tutor seemed daunting at first. Still, Vanora was excited to learn, her mind hungry to knowledge that would be equally as useful as her other lessons. She wanted to be powerful, wanted to prove to her mother and to the world that despite her gender and her less than perfect name she was still worthy. Vanora can hardly remember him now, certainly can’t remember his name or what he looked like. Aurelia had thought that he was too kind, too easy going on a girl so young who had just discovered her powers. The lady of the house had wanted Vanora to work harder, even though she already spent all her days working. At some point he left, replaced by someone else until she began studies at the Circle. Somehow she thinks that he had been the kindest person in her childhood, and it makes her regret that she cannot call to memory his name or his face.