#drdw0lf

[nekrotisch-a]

@drdw0lf :

❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞

Call me a Sinner || Accepting

"And which God were you hoping to grant such a miracle?" She asked, curiosity. Not that she thought the statement was true, if anything it was just a figure of speech. "Yourself? The Maker? Mythal?" The last one was perhaps a bit under the belt, but she was tired of vague insults and reminders she was not the best person suited to bring down the Evanuris.

Arms crossed as she stared at him. "Lucky for you, I'm better than a miracle. I'm real."

[nekrotisch-a]

@drdw0lf :

you're running out of time .

I See Fire || Accepting

She stared across the gap between her and where Solas stood. Her hands on her hips and eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I know." She responded to the comment. Right now, it seemed like any corner they turned it only gave them another fork in the road. Anytime she had to speak with the Dread Wolf, she felt like she got more questions than answers.

"Right now we have leads, but we're not going to go chasing after everything that goes bump in the night and hope it's the right lead." She explained. They where a small team, and as much as Cassandra would love to help everyone, just because it may be Elgar'nan or Ghilan'nain doesn't mean they should drop legitimate leads for it.

"You're positive you don't have anything to help lead us to where ever they are hiding?"

[dionadaiiraa]

that time was different. this is worse.

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS // accepting // @drdw0lf

EDEN BARKED A LAUGH BEFORE PATTING THE ELVEN MAGE ON THE BACK. The smile on his face said it all. He was completely amused by Solas' remembrance of their brief interaction with his family. 

❝ Ah dinna think it was even that bad…ye did great navigating ma brothers and sisters.❞ Eden was trying to be reassuring, but a sea of ginger hair and shouts of merriment and mirth within them could potentially put off his more introverted friends. It was better to rip the bandage off. 

❝ Aye, but be happy, mamae dinna try to wed ye to one oof ma sisters.❞ He wouldn't put her to try it. She was a terrifying woman with an ironclad will. 

❝ Also, the Inquisitor had it worse.❞  

[dionadaiiraa]

i was there, remember?

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS // accepting // @drdw0lf

EDEN BLINKED AS IF IT DAWNED ON HIM. Solas had been at the Winter Palace. A smile spread across his features and he let out a mirthful laugh. 

❝ Aye! Yer right, but as ah recall, Mo charaid, ye were bein' a wallflower.❞ Eden remembered the night, so much dancing, and handsy noblewomen. He did his job, though, he made himself a spectacle so that the Inquisitor and their comrades could sneak away to investigate. 

Eden recalled being constantly surrounded by men and women and everyone in between. He enjoyed the attention, and being a natural born storyteller, he captivated the Orlesians with ease. 

Still, he would've liked to see Solas dance. Somehow, picturing it in his head wasn't enough. 

[nekrotisch-a]

@drdw0lf :

⚠️ not as funny OR clever as she thinks she is 🙄

Give Cassandra a Warning label || Accepting

"Says the guy who got himself trapped in his own prison."

"Plus my jokes are to die for."