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ophelia jolted awake with a sharp gasp that quickly turned into a yawn which somewhat obviously could not be restrained nor suppressed. "how long was I out? what time is it?" she glanced around to try and spot a clock or perhaps simply process what lighting the sky had. instead, she mostly just blinked. "where am I?"

#sanarcadiusopen #effie.open #effie.talks #effie.

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@effieofhearts está no luau !!

Rome adorava a praia. Era o lugar mais fixo do chão possível, o nível do mar, e ele gostava da sensação boa de calor que passava da areia pelos pés. Gostava tanto até que havia engolido o orgulho idiota e colocado o maldito anel de controle de poderes do primeiro ano apenas para não correr o risco de virar um fantasma sem querer e acabar perdendo a sensação gostosa que era estar na praia. Naquele sábado, Rome havia já aproveitado um monte: comido nos melhores restaurantes, dançado ao ritmo dos melhores shows, nadado com as sereias, e, agora, bebendo os melhores drinques no luau daquele final de semana. Todavia, o grupo que havia chego ali começava a se dispersar enquanto ficava mais e mais perto do horário para lançarem as lanternas; um horário mais romântico, e todos os seus amigos ou eram casais entre si ou tinham algum contatinho os esperando. O Charming não tinha mais ninguém em específico para encontrar, mas graças à boa bebida que dava mais confiança a uma extroversão que já era natural, ele sentia que eventualmente encontraria alguém que engrenaria uma conversa fácil. E não tardou para que alguém escolhesse a sua mesa para se sentar junto -- porque era a única vazia --, mas esta pessoa estava longe de fornecê-lo uma conversa fácil. Mal Effie havia se sentado ao seu lado, ele já tratou de endireitar as costas, esperando que as bochechas rosadas do álcool misturado à vergonha passassem despercebidas. ❛❛ —- Oi, Effie! ❜❜ ao menos, ele não havia gaguejado dessa vez. Santa bebida alcoólica. ❛❛ —- Como você tá? Bem, aposto. Quer um drinque? Eu acho que já provei o cardápio inteiro deles, tô especialista pra te recomendar qualquer parada. ❜❜

#sim meu primeiro starter pro evento e rome ja esta bebado #effie.#c. effie #effie. 003 #、 ⠀ ་ ⸼ ⸒ ✴ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀i’m a weirdo. i don’t ‘‘fit in’’ › chats #evento 3

@sequine asked: you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. — haymitch.

effie rolls her eyes at his grumbling, watching as he dragged himself out of bed like something half-alive. he reeked of alcohol and regret, same as always. she's stood by the door, arms folded neatly, her patience wearing thinner with each year. yet, she can't seem to leave him. maybe it’s the burden of responsibility she's carried since childhood— the constant feeling that it’s her job to hold everything together when no one else will. she had been up since dawn, of course. there were schedules to keep up with, cameras to avoid, and two new tributes to meet. she couldn’t afford to get on the capitol's bad side— not like him. she knew she couldn’t survive their wrath the way he could.

she sighs, eyeing the mess that is haymitch abernathy before walking over to his wardrobe. it's a sad sight, but she picks out the least atrocious option. “ i'll take you out once you have a clear head, ” she said, flinging him articles of clothing over her shoulder, praying he'd catch them. “ so, not anytime soon! ” it’s frustrating having to go through this time and time again, but if she’d been through even half of what the other had endured in this life, she'd likely be trying to forget everything too. effie takes a deep breath before adding, “ don't worry, the day will fly by. i'm sure of it. and if you behave yourself, maybe i'll treat you to that dinner once all of this is behind us. ”

#sequine #effie.#he's her toddler atp :/#also my first time writing effie so it might be rough

An embarrassing amount of Effie’s first songs she wrote down once getting to the surface are about the sky. She just thought it was so incredible.

#HEADCANON.#EFFIE.#she’s five years on the surface by vg and i think sometimes you’ll still catch her #jolting a bit as if she’s afraid of falling #but also stopping just to admire it

Effie was born the Lady Eufemia Erland of Orzammar, daughter of another Lady Erland who she borrowed her eyes from. Her father was twenty years her mother's senior and felt more like a grandfather, but he was kind to her when she remembered she existed. He was more concerned with her brothers, usually. She had three of them, two older and one younger. None of them paid her any attention - there were rumors, you see, about a sordid affair with ( can you believe it? ) a casteless her mother had been seen in the company of, and everyone in House Erland was just lucky the girl had come out a girl so as to put any further questions about it to bed. Perhaps that's why her mother was so insistent she get married in the first place. Further legitimacy.

Her mother's preoccupation with getting her married had its uses, though - she was taught to sing ( and as one suitor once put it, her voice was sweet enough the very Stone would weep, so she'll take that ) and dance and play music which came in handy when she came to the surface.

#EFFIE.#HEADCANON.#need to add her to the muse list still #might also offer her as a companion #but i do love keeping her as a factionless rook

Effie did have a girl she liked, back in Orzammar. Rina. Warrior caste, a very pretty scar on her cheek. They’d meet in places no good deshyr lady should have been. She wouldn’t be embarrassing the family if they married - not too bad, at least. But her mother was obsessed with further legitimizing Effie by having her marry up, up, up. When she planned out her escape, she initially attempted to convince Rina to come too - who turned around and informed her mother, afraid of losing her. Effie managed to adjust the plan accordingly, but she’s still … bleh about it.

#effie vc: i’m not about to name one of my daggers about it tho (pointed look)#something something when star wars said The Same Eyes in Different People …. effie “rook no last name #HEADCANON.#EFFIE.

some more thoughts about effie (whose name i might change but let’s go with it for now):

born in 9:25 (currently 27) in orzammar

comes from a minor deshyr family (she won’t tell you which one, it’s a fun little secret) and is the youngest of three children

there’s a rumor her father was a casteless her mother had an affair with

her marriage was arranged when she was a teenager, but her father doted on her and allowed her to put things off to continue her studies of music or dancing or whatever other thing she picked up

when he died in 9:47, her mother attempted to force the marriage

effie snuck out of orzammar with her pockets full of jewelry in the back of a merchant’s caravan and made for the nearest town just as soon as she stopped feeling like she was going to vomit

has been on the surface for about 5 years total

met varric and was recruited as ‘rook’ after a fight broke out while she was performing a rather cutting song about local nobility in wycome or somewhere i haven’t decided

#EFFIE.#HEADCANON.#factionless bby