#fifthbcrn

[chokethelight]

“You’ll die as you lived,” he says, taking a step closer, “perhaps by the flash of a blade. Maybe forgotten away.” It didn’t matter to him, he was just being completely honest... even if it was dangerous. “Just not today.” 

@fifthbcrn​  --  ( flash of the blade  - avenged sevenfold )

[lone-blade]

"You look familiar. Have we met before?" I couldnt resist

     ---THE RESEMBLANCE is uncanny, and most certainly unnerving. The Warden hardly knows what to say. “I---can’t say that we have.”

[brycecousland]

@fifthbcrn​​ continued

“for all the fucking good it did,” he hisses, hand buried in his growing locks. his mother would be ashamed at how LONG he’d let it grow.

“how many soldiers did we lose at adamant? how many fucking… PEOPLE?! i don’t think i can DO this, bryce. i can’t do it. there has to be a way to remove the mark. give it…give it to my brother… or… or someone who is BETTER than me.”

he looks up at the spirit of virtue, tears glistening in his fade kissed eyes. “i never deserved this power. i never…i was… not meant to lead. i cannot….SEND people to their death. i can’t do it. i WON’T.”

Bryce shook his head slowly, sighing softly as he crouched down to the youthful man sitting and burying himself in guilt. Gently he took the Inquisitor’s hands in his.

            “You did not send anyone to their death. You sent them to fight for the future... and that sometimes brings sacrifice. But it was the farthest from your intent.”          Bryce knew. He knew as he watched James grow into his role more and more, struggling with it but still marching on.

“You are GOOD, James. That you doubt is the best proof of that. Those without virtue never question their actions, never doubt themselves... so listen to me. Spirit of Virtue and old man.”      Bryce had become less of a statue with the time spent with the Inquisition, had become more Bryce again, as proved by the fact he had shared his old name.  He leaned a bit closer, pressing a kiss against the marked man’s forehead, one hand moved from his hands to the neck of his back to hold him there.

           “Imagine how many more would have died, suffered without you intervening. You did good, James.”

[childrenofthedas-a]

@fifthbcrn​​

           A fairly damaged letter, in the hands of the young boy, was waiting to be delivered. Milot had reached the Inquisitor, seemingly quite comfortable in Commander Cullen’s chair.   “ — There’s, uhm, a letter for ye, sir — erhm — Inquisitor. From Lady Leliana herself, says it’s fairly urgent. ”

[chokethelight]

  “this isn’t what it looks like,” but was it? of course it was and nick hadn’t been careful enough. running away was one thing. coming back was another. getting caught using blood magic? even something as so light as a small spell that would do no harm to anyone, but himself? well, he figured he’d have to explain one way or another. just not this soon or in this situation. “just give me a moment to explain.”

@fifthbcrn​  (lifeboat - new politics) 

[nighttimefriend]

Isn’t being forced to listen to you, penance enough?

Ny’Ari took a gulp of the piss-poor ale in front of her and shrugged at Inquisitor. Had she not had her own reasons for being in the Inquisition, she would not be as nice as she was at the moment. 

“Why, Inquisitor -- we are still calling you that, yes? -- if you do not wish to hear me speak, the door to the pub is right there.” The warrior pointed to the wooden door and smiled sweetly. “Perhaps you would be more comfortable elsewhere -- far away from this lowly subordinate.”

[altusmage]

SOME MEME FROM AGES AGO ??

@fifthbcrn​ asked ;  “Stop laughing, this hurts.”

try as he might, the necromancer couldn’t do much to suppress the laughter that rolled through his body; chest aching as he was almost moved to crying. 

          ❝ oh maker — I’m sorry — ❞ he managed to squeeze out through a stifled snicker, bringing up a hand to delicately dab at his watering eyes, wiping away stray tear with his knuckle, before another wave of giggles hit. finally, after a moment, the altus seemed to regain his composure, clearing his throat and letting out a shaky sigh.

         ❝ are you all right? ❞ a genuine question of concern, though dorian still couldn’t completely hide his amusement, a humoured smile plastered across his face.

[fourmarksmage]

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“ow!” james hissed, wincing at the sorceress’ healing. the alcohol she used to clean his cut was painful, but it did its job quite well. he tried to stay still for her, at least. he wasn’t a monster. he knew to stay still when women fussed over him. men too, for that matter.

“i bet you’re enjoying this. just a little bit.” he gives yen a grin, but he stays quiet after that.

Yennefer was undeterred by his outburst as she continued to clean the wound. “Just wait. Using magic to bind up flesh isn’t exactly comfortable.” She smirked, though, turning to rummage around her bag, pulling out some bottles to dress the wound once she had finished healing it most of the way.

“There are more interesting ways of causing you pain, but until you ask nicely for that, I’ll take what I can get I suppose.” She muttered, throwing the bloodied cloth aside before her hand pressed to the wound, magic crackling in the air as she muttered the spells under her breath.