#glowyapostate

[hawkeyde]

chest heaves in steady breaths, slowly in and slowly out through the nose, just like father had taught him when he was a boy.   hawke was sat on the docks.  watching the seas breathe, with grief sitting on his chest.      breathing in time with the waves. 

it had been a minor thing .. to set him off.   he’d caught sight of the glint of a knife and: there was a knife in the deep roads, you used a knife, you used a knife on your ----- stop it.    honey pieced himself together, smiled wide at his companions, and bid them all to meet him at the tavern.  he would catch up.

                           ❝ why do i get the feeling that you love to ignore me, sometimes? ❞ 

& yet, here was anders, dropping to a seat beside him.      honey darts him a small smile.    always a smile when he saw him; even now, whist loss filled his lungs and his heart and his throat with a white-hot burn.     ❝ everything’s alright.  please don’t ask.   everyone keeps asking me if i’m okay and it’s all very nice but --- you can only say ‘i’m fine, thank you’ so many times before you start to go.. barmy. ❞ 

@glowyapostate​  ♡

[honnleathrose-a2]

@glowyapostate​​ liked for a flirty thing! ( 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. )

       ⸺ ❝ 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 with people to get them into bed. all the ‘grim and fatalistic’ energy you have. or maybe it’s just me? ❞

[bloodruined]

@glowyapostate​ | starter call

          Daylen had quietly entered the dark room, stopping in front of the cell in which Anders was kept in solitary confinement. This insane sap actually did it and tried to escape, was what had been rumoured around the apprentices quarters. Anders is nothing, but trouble, the elder Enchanters kept saying. What a sham... Daylen had hated his life here too, had used every right he had to talk back to his captors -- the templars -- and was sent to sweep the floors more then he could count, but that has been the worst of the punishments that he’s gotten. Or at least officially. He was a prodigy after all, Irving’s private apprentice and said to most likely go through his Harrowing as the youngest mage in the entire Circle. The templars weren’t allowed to do much to punish him.

      No, someone like Daylen could not effort to be held back by something as foolish as trying to escape. At least not until he’s mastered enough spells to do so and succeed. All this guy was doing was letting the templars sharpen their security measures with each failed attempt.

      “Hey,” Daylen said, gently knocking his foot against the bars. “Anders, right? They let me in since I’m top of the class and all; they think I’m gonna give you a speech and try to convince you to stop with your madness, so don’t worry.” He pulled out an apple out from underneath his robe that he’s saved from their last meal and dropped it past the bars. “Here.”

[sworntoprotect]

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muse gif feelings meme

[torquentor]

@glowyapostate​ liked this.

AURELIO FOLDS HANDS IN FRONT OF HIM.         a few ‘commoners’ around them have fallen to their knees, hands and knees, merely fallen at the sight of the Divine.  sightless eyes pay no mind and instead linger close to the other mage.    sartorial sweeping the sandy cobbles beneath his feet.           

 ❝  haste makes waste, so i rarely hurry.   though if a templar were about to chop off my head, i’d run.  ❞     observes his holiness, smiling a knowing smile, dusting the front of his clothing a little with a casual hand.   everything about him screams nobility, save for the ghastly scar he has on show through his clothing.  the milky hue of his eyes, perhaps.          

❝  tevinter has sun to warm your weary legs, bed to rest your weary head.  almost dreamlike, isn’t it?  save for all the snakes, buried beneath the sand.  ❞

[asteeledheart]

STARTER CALL // ACCEPTING @glowyapostate​

she  isn’t  certain  what  she  was  expecting. she  knows,  of  course,  that  anders  is  hardly  the  monster  the  chantry  makes  him  out  to  be,  lacks  the  sharp  fangs  and  poisonous  presence  they’re  so  eager  to  give  to  him.  still,  however,  as  sidri  looks  at  him,  it  occurs  to  her  that  he  really  is  just  a  man  after  all,  flesh  and  blood  and  more  yet,  but  a man  nonetheless.

(she  wonders  then  if  people  are  disappointed  to  see  her,  to  look  upon  the  herald  of  andraste  and  see  only  sidri  trevelyan.) 

gloved  hands  lightly  fold  together  at  her  waist  as  she  assesses  him,  gaze  curious  but  not  unkind.  “so,”  a  small  nod  of  introduction  follows,  “you  must  be  anders.  i’ll  admit,  i  thought  i  was  rather  skilled  in  the  art  of  making  a  name  for  myself,  but  you?  explosively  good  at  it,  one  could  say.  the  ostwick  chantry  fretted  for  months  because  of  you,   the  chantry   sisters  running  about  like  chickens  with  their  heads  cut  off.” 

[daggersandpoison]

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[ofhighever-arc]

@glowyapostate​​: "Have you ever thought about who was that raving lunatic who decided mages should wear robes? Likely templars because it's very hard to run in those things."

         ⸺ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠... 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑦. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 --- even though there was always this small glint of something else behind his eyes. she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. and she didn’t really MIND the playfulness and the jokes, but sometimes he reminded her way too much of ALISTAIR and... some things she just... didn’t want to remember.

        ❝ not really. ❞ lillian could have left it at that, but something pushed her to keep the conversation going while they walked. ❝ the only circle mage i’ve ever really got to know didn’t seem to mind it. but if you don’t like it, i can arrange for you to wear the grey warden armor. mages have one too --- it’s not a robe. ❞