#fathomsbelowx

[spiritxfanguish-blog]

fathomsbelowx started following you

“You seem to have this way that constantly gets you in trouble...”

[arsuledin-archive]

fathomsbelowx

He has heard of the dark skinned woman a plenty from Varric. She is as ever changing as the sea, a free soul, or so he was told. Freedom was hardly ever free, he knew this, and yet the very idea that she could manage it merely by parading herself as a pirate, plundering and sailing carelessly, strikes a nerve. It is a desirable goal, but he finds it hard to believe she is as truly liberated as she seems. Everyone is a slave to something, whether it be time, love, or the shackles on their wrist. And yet he smells the sea in her hair with a mere whiff of air standing next to her, and it makes him yearn for that same unconfined spirit he had as a child, if he ever truly was one.

          “You are free to do as you please, but you find yourself here.             Does the sea not call to you?” 

[champicnofkirkwall-blog]

fathomsbelowx from x

“Well we can’t have you leaving Kirkwall, so I guess I’ll simply just have to hold onto my sanity for the time being. Though if I did have a ship...would you share it with me? I don’t exactly want to be here the rest of my life, you know.”

[champicnofkirkwall-blog]

fathomsbelowx found the champion

“I need you to get me really really drunk.”

[tarasylamalen]

"I know I've got a big ego. I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though."

he smirks, a little mocking–not to her, no, but to his own. Intermingling with the races of Thedas tended to ground Tamlen a little from his Dalish ego. A little.

“I don’t know how well you know of us, but Dalish pride could crush anything you have on you,” he scoffs, flapping his hand, “But at least we have reason.” He looks at her, the famed and notorious.

“But you,” he murmurs, “Maybe you have something to actually be proud of. I heard from the grapevine about your refusal to deal in the flesh trade. Not bad, for a shem’len.”

[lethendralisandvengeance-blog]

“I’m a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.”

“You wear sandals?” Fenris teased with a quirked brow. He gave a small chuckle and waved a dismissive hand. “Alright, then. I will see you tomorrow. Don’t get distracted by anything shinny on the way back.” He’d offered to see Isabela back to the Hanged Man, but she was right, she could take care of herself. The night had been a pleasant one, as they typically were with the Pirate Queen for company. 

[whisperedisolation-blog]

                      fathomsbelowx​ has followed you

She climbed up onto the pub table, plopping her ass down on it and crossing her legs. She pulled her skirt under her hind after a moment, trying to shield from the splinters.

"Missy missy, I have a secret for you."

[serynhawke]

★

“You wouldn’t dare.”