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Here I was just feeling sad that I've got no discord messages all day

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I love every single Dragon Age character so much (except Rendon Howe, Eamon Guerrin, and Halward Pavus - get fucked sludgeweasels) even the ones I dislike personally I just wish they'd get better (Aveline)

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“All that effort… and yet somehow you still couldn’t win.” - @coryphcus

“You too, huh?”

The laugh she offers is hollow. She’s on her back, staring up at what is currently the sky and, in a few moment’s time may be the floor, or the wall, or a thousand miles away. 

She hates this place. 

And yet, somehow, death in it escapes her. It’s been– fuck, she doesn’t even know. But hunger doesn’t scrape at her ribs. Exhaustion does not pull at her eyelids, except for in the way that languishing boredom and resignation to an eternity here does. 

Her head turns towards the hulking has-been magister, the twisted and angry thing that joins her here in undeath. No matter how many times they leave each other’s company, somehow… they wind up face-to-face. 

She should have thrown Hawke at that fucking spider. Shoved his whole head in its mouth, planted her foot in his ass. How goddamn dare the Inquisitor leave her– to fix his mistakes! It was almost disappointing how easy it was to kill the fucking thing. Sometimes, she still gives the hulking corpse that does not decay another stab, when she’s particularly angry.

“Your whole fuckin’ thing is how you were so strong, you broke in here once. Why can’t you break out? Weak.”