#halflegacy

[asteeledheart]

@halflegacy​

“so, how much of the tale of the champion is actually true?” they deserve this, she thinks, a nice little break from all that lies before them, even if only for an hour or so. she leans against the ramparts leisurely, gaze following the moonlight cresting on the mountains surrounding the keep. “i did read it, you know, all but devoured the whole thing. i’ve tried asking varric but he always does that whole ‘a good author doesn’t divulge the truth’ bit,” a hand waves absently, followed by a quick sip of her wine and a nudge of the bottle towards hawke, though her voice softens. “there are rumors your friend fenris is in the hinterlands now, if you’ve not heard.” 

[atrefi]

           it’s  a  sickening  sound,  the  sound  of  a  soul  being  ripped  from  its  body  before  the  proper  collection  committee  can  come  through.  but  this  is  how  they  live,  the  so  called  angels  bring  nothing  but  death  and  disarray  wherever  they’re  found.  first  comes  the  crunch  of  the  bone,  to  get  at  the  soul  one  must  first  harvest  the  heart.  then   comes  the  unsettling  whispers,  those  of  the  damned  condemned  into  pure  energy  before  he  sucks  it  all  up  into  his  very  being.  to  drink  from  the  heart  one  must  be  of  Caelunian  blood  to  be  granted  the  boons  that  come  with  disrespecting  the  Reaper.    eyes  finally  meet  the  others  exhausted  visage.  tossing  the  heart  to  the  side.   ferocity  does  not  settle...but  temperament  seems  to  be  intact.   ‘ you’re  watching  very  intently,  boy. i  would  be  careful  if  i  were  you. ‘  voice  reverberates  through  hollow  trees,  a  shining  aura  takes  place  around  the  stranger--- just  what  is  this  man?  This  beast?  --- @halflegacy

[bledlegacy-blog]

kisses her forehead 😌

      ‘  oh !  didn’t  see  you  there.  well,  actually  i  did  but  i  thought  by  saying  i  didn’t  see  you  there  would  make  it  seem  like  i  wasn’t  actively  looking  for  your  attention,  therefore  eliminating  any  suspicion  that  i  in  fact  wanted  you  to  pay  attention  to  me. ‘   a  clear  blush  makes  its  way  onto  her  cheeks  as  she  nuzzles  up  to  him.  taking  his  hand  and  bringing  it  to  her  cheek,  a  simple  gesture  to  keep  him  closer  just  for  a  little  while  longer.      ‘  how  was  your  day?  not  too  stressful  i  hope.   today  i  was  a  part  of  a  parade!  but  it  was  kind  of  odd,  they  all  had  giant  forks  and  torches.  i  thought  it  was  some  sort  of  farmer’s  day.  turns  out.  you’ll  never  believe  this.  it  was  a  riot! ‘ 

[vairuler]

❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞

｡ﾟﾟ          TWIN     PETALS    ;         CINNABAR     STAINED       ,         GLASS     COATED       ,         PURSED  .           a     desert     monarch     tethered     by     thought     ;         a     wave     of     musings     soaking     her     through       &         through  .                 fleeting     optics     the     sharing     tint     of     starlight       /         too       ,          as     distant       /         within    ;         the     pool’s     onyx     appear     like     double     𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒  .                    think     of     her    ;         painting   -   embodied  .                     allure    -    incarnate  .                     lament     in     skin  .                     she     is     a     bride     with     a     veil     of     screams  .                   ❛            hm  .                     imagine     those      men     in     crowns  .            ❜                     speaks       ,         to     which     two     words     perish     ‘pon     buds    ;         no     need  .                    𝐍𝐎     𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃  .                     ❛            —–     —-     –         such     is     the     way     of     life  .                     stupid      people     are      too     loud       &         stubborn         …..         &          those     with     sense     reap     the     penalty  .        ❜

dragon     age .         𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠      ♡      .    .     .  !

[herofolly-blog]

“I figure if there is something in there — inside us — then we’d feel it, wouldn’t we?” from zelda im too lazy to change blogs

  ‘   probably  not.  ‘  his  answer  is  short  and  clear,  this  is  a   topic  he  himself  has  mulled  over  in  the  few  years  he’s  been  her  knight.  the  hero  who  wields  the  sword  of  evil’s  bane.  the  light  that  shines  over  the  dark.   something  he  never  quite  got  used  to  calling  himself  and  most  likely  never  will.  everyone  says  he’s  to  be  something  great,  and  his  accomplishments  show  that  he  is  indeed  someone  who  is  worthy  to  be  a  defender  of  the  light,   yet…  he  feels  nothing  within  his  heart  that  designates  this.  he’d  always  expected  there  to  be  a  telltale  sign  that  he  had  finally  made  it  and  yet…  Nothing.   ‘  no  point  in  wallowing.’ 

[asteeledheart]

@halflegacy

“i remember visiting kirkwall as a little girl,” she says absently and leans against the parapet, the ancient stone cool against her palms, “my father took me, something about trade routes, i can’t remember, but i remember being very scared.” a soft, hazy note of laughter, gaze distant at the memory. “the statutes in the harbor frightened me terribly, the twins, i think you all call them. i was terrified before i even stepped foot on the docks.” 

“i don’t think i’d be so frightened now, though, if i were to see them again. i think i’d feel pity before any fear.” she glances to hawke, expression thoughtful but warm, “do you miss kirkwall then, hawke?”

[halfvictory-blog]

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his albumen

his yolk gonna spill we all know he aint hardboiled

[halfvictory-blog]

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ Just once, ❞  Fenris intones, exasperation plain in his voice, ❝ I would like to be romanced by you somewhere other than a war camp, or den of criminals.❞ The remark, though dry, carries the smallest note of fondness — the longing for banter, or attention, or HAWKE himself. He flicks the blood off of his talons, taking the utmost care to have some of it splatter on the object of his foolish and half starved affection. 

❝ But, if what you say is true, then you’re more of a fool than I thought. ❞  It is extremely like Hawke, however — always getting lost in the things he is passionate for. ❝ Your time is better spent strategizing, or at the very least covering your own backside, since you seem so keen to make an enemy of most the people in this world, and half in the next.❞  

He gathers his hair from where it had fallen and re-arranges it back into place, a mess of thick white threads. With a soft sigh, he lets slip the smallest of smiles — in this moment, JOYFUL.

❝ At least, in this, we are fools together.❞