Mar 25, 2020
the pants on that outfit really look like they have a front-opening flap don’t they
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the pants on that outfit really look like they have a front-opening flap don’t they
Flint's personal quest would definitely ( ideally ) conclude with finding Thomas and bringing him back to Skyhold ( assuming Flint exists in DAI ajfkgkgk ). Regardless, just... The mental image of James sitting with Thomas in the library and having gentle, quiet conversations with him for hours, simultaneously being grateful that he's alive but still heartbroken over the fact that he's Tranquil... His emotional pain and angst is 👌
Also, if he ever found out that there was a way to reverse the rite of Tranquility ( re: Cassandra's questline ) and that it was being hidden, he'd be PISSED
just imagined Flint meeting Oberon’s fennec and threatening to make her into a pair of mittens
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Flint was oddly quiet, as the small fleet of Inquisition ships, along with the Bronco, stalked their prey. He was always different when at sea, often becoming sterner when it came to commanding his men, but now was different. There was greater weight on his shoulders - the knowledge that he was lying and using these people, for utterly selfish reasons. It wasn't too late, now - he could turn them around, send them after a lazy merchant ship. At least, then, the Inquisition would not come away from nothing.
But Captain Flint had already made up his mind.
He'd received the letter a week ago from Miranda, in which she informed him of a maid who'd mentioned the Hamiltons would be sailing on one particular ship. No request was made outright, but James understood. There was always a silent agreement between the two of them, a truce born from combined anger and a desire for revenge.
Anthony is not far. He and the Inquisitor - affectionately referred to as Trevelyan by Flint and his men - have become closer in these past months. Despite it, part of Flint wishes he wasn't here. Taking this ship will be violent, bloody, and the Inquisitor had already been through enough of that.
James approaches him, his grip moving along thick lengths of rope and wooden masts in order to keep himself upright. He hesitates for a moment before Anthony, heart pounding in his chest - before leaning forward to speak.
“Any thoughts?”
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“Behind you.”
No time for the stranger to respond. A dagger flies past their ear, close enough to ruffle hair, and buries itself in the chest of an approaching bandit. More of them come, and are met by a mere handful of men with swords and daggers of their own - and, of course, Flint’s knives.
The tunnels are small, claustrophobic, causing most men the need to hunch over when travelling through them. They’re not dwarven, and certainly not as old - probably used by rebels or thieves a hundred years ago to travel unseen. Flint’s men are using them for different reasons.
The turmoil settles quickly enough. A bandit, already dead, falls to the ground, and Flint bends to remove a blade from their corpse.
That blade is quickly turned on the stranger. “Tell me who you are,” he demands. “And how you found this place.”
y’all remember when flint just put a fucking dent in singleton’s skull???
♦ Anthony
“…”
“Sweet.”