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[joelmoved]

A GUST OF COLD AIR ENTERS THE SHACK AS JOEL SLIPS THROUGH THE DOOR. the early winter weather of the midwest was something he could never really stomach. it wasn't the same as boston winters, spent behind the comfort of the quarantine zone walls. this one gets deep inside your bones, freezes you from the inside out. the air that escapes him becomes visible as he rubs his hands together, creating a warm friction that comforts him against the sudden temperature change. when he adjusts, several layers of clothing are shed on the way to the fire burning in the old fireplace, hands seeking the embrace of its warmth. it is only then that joel acknowledges her question. ❝ ran into some trouble out there, but it wasn't anything i couldn't handle. just set me back a couple'a hours. 'sides, the deer i was tracking was scared off by all the commotion. looks like it's just rabbit. we'll hunt for something bigger tomorrow, figure we gotta head out anyways. ❞

he doesn't face her for a while, instead focuses entirely on getting warm in front of the fire. god, he kinda missed boston. anything but this. joel finally heaves a sigh before reaching for his backpack, only to pull out more kindling for the fire. ❝ you should eat what's left of the rabbit and get some sleep. you look like you've been up all night, all day, and then some. y'ain't no use when you're lackin' sleep, kid. and i'm gonna need your eyes. ❞ @enmourn

[vhenann]

‘  will  you  not  tell  me  what  troubles  you  ?  ’ (from Tarik)

THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS - accepting !

"no." the word is short, clipped, and she doesn't even look at the warrior walking next to her. morrigan and alistair trail behind them - completely fine by evren. she's not in the mood for talking, something that tarik doesn't seem to understand. lothering is still another few hours away, and evren would like to spend it in silence.

she knows she's been in a shit mood since they left her clan. how could she not be? she'd been ripped away from the only life she'd ever known, the only people she'd ever known, and then she'd ended up as one of the last of the grey wardens. she knows tarik had something happen to him before duncan had recruited him as well, but she's not in the mood to hear it. anger and apathy boil inside her, threatening to boil over. she might snap at tarik if he doesn't leave her alone soon.

"it's a long walk ahead of us. you should save your breath."

[filmactor]

❛  yeah you’re cute but are you good for my mental health??  ❜  /  @enmourn​​

        “ But isn’t that half the fun ? ”  muses Tomo, chin in palm, lips curled into his trademark grin; sitting backwards on his chair, he is every bit the sparkling, glimmering movie star of tabloid legend with all the promised deviance and debauchery thrown in. Perhaps, for somebody else, he would be the picture perfect image of sick temptation. The boy they warned you about in those cheesy old PSA tapes about the horrors of drugs and alcohol. Only, the grin on his face isn’t an act of trickery. There’s no manipulation here, just the sincere excitement of a man with somewhat questionable taste in entertainment. “ Y’know, feels so wrong but it feels so right or whatever? ” he says, with a cant of the head, “ Guilty pleasure but, like, in a good way. I wanna think that’s what people think of me. ”

He’s trying to play it careless so he doesn’t look as though he’s begging for her attention. Not that it would bother Tomo to do so, he’s just not convinced it’ll win Ren’s favour. He could switch on the puppy eyes no problem but it would just feel insulting. Ren’s way too smart for that shit. “ C’mon, I promise I’ll behave. Or, at the very least, I’ll try. ”