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[empathsies]

SEND  📜  FOR  AN  INCORRECT  QUOTE   ⸻  accepting  !

VALEJANDRO  :  i  turned  out  perfectly  fine  !

HANA  :  val  ,  this  morning  you  thought  a  ghost  made  your  toast  .

VALEJANDRO  :  I  DIDN’T  PUT  THE  BREAD  IN  !  YOU  DIDN’T  PUT  THE  BREAD  IN  !

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[freedomscall-aaa]

@doekkabi​ | a starter that i owe from forever ago

" Would you mind helping with me something? " A somewhat upfront question, though unsurprising given the mage seemed to lack tact on occasion. " An elven family from the alienage visited the clinic a week or so back. Their boy was ill, and from the situation I got the feeling the Chantry must’ve turned them away? But that's really neither here nor now, I suppose. " Thin lips had worked themselves into a frown, the blond shaking his head before his inner thoughts on the matter evolved into a spoken tangent.

" Anyways, after I had treated the boy I promised I'd brew a few balms and potions for their condition, but no one's come to collect them since. So--- I thought I'd try to deliver them myself now that I've time. " It wasn't entirely unusual for him to have a patient in his clinic then never see them again in the time he had spent in Kirkwall thus far, but there was obviously something about this that had concerned the mage enough to desire a follow up with this particular case.

" I'd do it alone, but I've the feeling that I wouldn't really get anywhere just asking around. " Being human, and all.

[thundersworn]

DND 5e SKILLS STARTERS ! // accepting

@doekkabi​​ asked: performance !

→ maqyaža rolled a 19 + 3 for a 22 [shocking the hell out of their writer]!

if they are honest, they know that they still have a lot to learn about intermingling with those not of dragonkind.  after all, this human form they have adopted, in and of itself, is imperfect.  the ears appear more elven, and the teeth and nails are much too long and sharp.  nevertheless, they are relatively clever.  in their view, too, humans (of all the species) are the simplest to mimic; and that is where their confidence is borne, as they stand before hana now, posturing themselves as nothing more than a human, elf, or—brine, they don’t know—something in-between.  they are assured that no one has the faintest idea, no matter how odd their mannerisms.

“do you always greet strangers in this way?” maqyaža asks with a narrowed gaze, arms crossed over their chest, barefoot in the middle of the woods as the day they were hatched.

[pndrgwn]

@doekkabi​  sent  a  letter  ;   ‘i’m not disturbing you, am i?’

though  certainly  given  a  new  &  noble  purpose  ,  the  tasks  howl  has  been  assigned  as  of  late  have  been  more  mundane  &  boring  than  he’s  been  used  to  since  the  appearance  of  the  breach    ---    whether  he  should  be  grateful  for  this  or  not  remains  to  be  seen  .  mixing  potions  is  easy  enough  ,  crafting  poultices  &  sorting  through  herbs  ,  pausing  to  read  a  new  recipe  or  two  here  &  there    ;    really  ,  fairbanks  has  provided  him  with  more  than  the  space  &  materials  required    ---  (  &  the  inquisition’s  help  has  been  invaluable  )  .

he  doesn’t  even  hear  hana  walk  in  .  &  how  could  he  ,  so  engorged  in  his  work  &  her  footsteps  so  quiet  ?  his  eyes  flick  up  to  meet  hers  as  she  speaks  ,  &  he  offers  a  kind  smile  in  response  before  anything  else  .

“  not  at  all  ,  inquisitor  .  please  ,  do  come  in  .  forgive  me  for  the  mess  ,  i’ve  been  rather  busy  these  past  few  weeks  .  ”    he  steps  away  from  his  worktable  to  heat  the  kettle  with  a  swift  gesture  of  his  hand  ,  soft  orange  flame  steadily  kindling  beneath  the  bottom  of  the  pot  .    “  i’ll  prepare  us  some  tea    ...    now  ,  was  there  something  you  needed  from  me  ?  ”

DRAGON  AGE  :  ORIGINS      /      ACCEPTING  .

[empathsies]

hana vc: 5'3 isn't short🧍🏻‍♀️

HEIGHT  COMPARISON  !  ⸻   accepting  !

when  ur  a  smolTM  wedged  in  between  two  ridiculously  tall  men  who  are  Equally  devoted  to  you  in  very  different  ways  (  but  both  highly  capable  of  KILLING  in  a  single  movement  )  👁👄👁

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HANA  HELPING  TEENAGE  LEÓN  HIDE  FROM  THE  TEMPLARS  IN  HER  TINY  ,  CRAMPED  ,  DIRTY  ATTIC  WHERE  SHE  LIVES  LIKE  ,  ALL  THE  TIME  :

LEÓN  :

LEÓN  ,  WAY  TOO  LOUDLY  :  damn  bitch  ,  u  live  like  this  !  ?

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[daggersandsparks]

@doekkabi​ : randomized lyrics [sc]

❝Ignite this small but also highly flammable heart.❞ Mairwen held it up, grinning like a mad woman. She wasn’t usually the one to make things like this. But it could be fun, so she decided to try it. It could help her with the whole... Hiding her magic part of things. She could do her long range magic if she had a few items she could chuck at enemies. This one was heart shaped. Just because she thought it looked pretty neat.

❝Then toss it and it should go boom.❞

[thundersworn]

@doekkabi​​:

" i'm not asking you to give up-- " while hana stands firm in front of the maqyaža, her tone lacks any exasperation or condescension that's probably expected with the stubbornness of her insistence. she had expected that they’d clash at some points, hana had always been an overthinker after all. always considering the consequences, always measuring what she was willing to tarnish and risk... that was until everything came to a head and she chose to leave the mask of the bard behind and followed her heart. it had set her free from so much inner conflict, a storm of figuring out who she was that always seemed to make her feel sick and lost. still. hana isn’t sure if she’ll ever see kirkwall again.. she had hoped that the few years that’s passed would’ve nicked the homesickness in the bud-- but it hadn’t. she didn’t hold any regret in her actions, standing for what she believed was right... but it was bittersweet all the same. 

still, its not like she doesn’t understand the brashness. hana’s quiet contemplation and strengths relying on avoiding direct confrontation as much as possible had people quick to label her indifferent. passive. lazy. “ we’re not going to lose them by taking a breather. ” she’s usually quite mindful of skinship of anyone she doesn’t especially feel close to, but she’s stubborn and needs to make a point. gentle hands reach out, slow and open, yet firm to wrap maq’s own hands on the pouch of rations hana had dug out of her pack. " i know its not much, " nothing she makes really is. still-- its edible and not entirely bland, " you should eat something too. ” 

Maqyaža grows weary of what they perceive as inaction.  Yet, at the same time, their thirst for conflict and immediate satisfaction has historically been the primary source of their poor decisions.  Even so, they fail to recognize Hana’s methods as wise or beneficial.  All they hear when she asks to postpone their tracking of their quarry is their travel companion’s desire to willfully reward said quarry an advantage of distance.  They want to pace; however, Hana manages to discourage that behavior by reaching out to grasp, and subsequently guide, their hands to something.  

The touch is thoroughly unexpected and causes Maqyaža to feel electrified in a way that even they—as a being of lightning and thunder—are unaccustomed to.  They have seen Hana in a fight; they know perfectly well what she is capable of.  Nevertheless, the gentle nature of her touch in this moment feels unearned, somehow.  It gives them pause, leaves them there to blink as they look at the way her hands over their own.  She is requesting that they rest and eat, but these rations are not suitable for their kind.  Though, the gesture is kind.

“I will hunt,” they offer instead. “for the both of us.”