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Get to Know Me Thingy-Thing
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What is your name? Dannie Where are you from? Kentucky, USA What is your favorite color? Green Write something in all caps! OF COURSE, SWEET THING Favorite band/artist: Flogging Molly Favorite number: 13 Favorite drink: Margarita Tag Ten people you want to get to know better:
deadliestdance
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My Muses’ thoughts on: Blood Magic
"I don’t think any kind of magic is inherently evil. A sword or dagger doesn’t commit a fell deed on it’s own; it has a hand to guide it. Magic is the same way. It’s a tool, and in some cases a weapon. The same can be said of Blood Magic. On it’s own, the idea if it isn’t all that bad. A mage uses their own blood to replenish themselves or make their spells stronger. Not all Blood Mages use the blood of other people. Take Merril for example: I’ve never seen her intentionally hurt anything that wasn’t trying to kill her first. She’s even a better person than half the mages I’ve met. I think if people better understood Blood Magic and it’s purpose, the world wouldn’t be so quick to condemn it."
deadliestdance replied to your post “[ Time to go back to Down Under… -sigh- ]”
//oh my god you're adorable *smooshes* :D
[ ooooooohmeeeegoooooooooood sdklalkglkgdff ]
"No. Oh, no. No no no. This cannot happen. No. You cannot die."
Death Meme
Rosalind would never have really called herself a death seeker, she didn’t go out of her way to get into dangerous situations. However, she didn’t exactly avoid them either, her current state being a prime example of such an occurrence of oversight. She could have dodged the blow if she hadn’t been so focused on fighting another opponent.
Her peripheral awareness needed work, she noted dully.
“Be calm,” she wheezed at the distraught Antivan cradling her. Worrying about her own wounds coupled with the panicking man above her did nothing to improve the aching gash in her side or the lightness of her head—-How he’d gotten her in his lap escaped her, she’d temporarily blacked out from the pain when he’d moved her and only just now was she blinking back into consciousness. It was strange looking up at him when she normally spent so much of her time looking down.
A disapproving cluck escaped her as Zevran mentioned dying. So much she hadn’t finished. Gus would be upset if she died. Belatedly she realized that most of her companions would be too but her mind was rather sluggish at the moment. Thus she excused the oversight. Slowly, her trembling hand reached down to her waist, she fumbled at her belt for one of her potions. Her fingers weren’t quite working the way she wanted them too, some kind of fuzzy disconnect between her brain and limbs.
“Won’t die yet,” Rosalind nudged the potion towards his worrying hands, almost positive in her current state she’d have no chance of opening it, or even getting it up to her mouth, "Things to do."
deadliestdance replied to your post:// This must be pill related because I am just so...
//*snugs gently* :c u okay boo?
// -Snuggles you- Yes bby <3 Thank you. I think i'm just in my own head a lot.
Woodsmoke
Alone in the night, as always. He was curled by the fire, watching the embers float into the night sky. But there was no chain, no gate, no master holding him back from watching the stars. He was alive, and he was free.
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♤:Taking a bath together
Hawke was relaxing in his tub for the night, letting the warm water soothe his aching muscles. The only thing he kept above the water was his face. He didn't even hear the door open or someone slip inside. It wasn't until Zevran was getting in the water with him that Neil realized he wasn't alone. But he wasn't alarmed by the interruption. In fact, he sat up, making room for the elf. The mage cocked his head in silent question.
"I just wanted to see if it really was big enough for two."
Hawke laughed, "You could have just asked."
A sly smirk played across Zevran's features. "Ah, but I find this more fun, don't you?"
Neil returned the smirk and leaned over, pressing their lips together. "Mmm. Yes, indeed."
