#harellanx

[thepraetor]

who? @harellanx where? a lotto gelato notes: doing the randomize top songs thing and got i don't care by fall out boy

"I— How much do you remember?" It's weird, how there is a chasm between those who remember or not. A big wide gap, where those who do remember are different, and the ones who don't are left to pick up the pieces. In a way, she hopes Harellan doesn't remember, his fate far more unpleasant than hers. But she knows neither of them it's that lucky. "You know what, ignore the question. I did say that today was my treat, right?"

[thepraetor]

who? @harellanx where? pyramid of cestius when? night 2 notes: crying and screaming

"Harellan?" There is surprise on her tone as she approaches the demigod, a tentative smile growing on her face as she does. It is a surprise to see him, when she had been looking for him everywhere and has been unable to find him until now. Still, she is glad to see that he has not fallen prey to the darkness outside the base camps shields. "What a surprise, I didn't see you in the Otherworld."

[thecharmingaltus]

Starter for: harellanx

“You know Solas, if you put some effort into it...you can be rather charming” Dorian paused, holding his chin. “Well not as charming as me but that goes without saying”

[bloodimagery-archive-blog]

 harellanx

{ if it helps, i think everyone feels that way sometimes. but there's no harm in trying! and i'm sure it'd mean a lot to the other person anyway. }

[ that is true! and like i want to make sure the other person knows that but i just get anxious about if i’m bothering them. because sometimes admiration can make people uncomfortable? but thank u that does actually help ;;;

[vanadirthavean]

harellanx answered:

    ❝ I did not expect such a trivial thing to

dampen your spirit, lethallan. ❞

           ❝ But I will not object. ❞

“On the contrary, hahren. I quite like rainy days. They’re perfect for staying in and catching up on my studies.” 

“I was hoping you’d join me, actually...?”

[fatedvalor-blog]

harellanx liked for a starter

he's flipping pages in the library, idly passing the little time he has for himself whilst he studies the fade.

some would chastise him no doubt, & he had prepared himself if such an event were to occur. once a brother of the faith, now doing their own independent study?  had the chantry’s information not been enough?

well.  once, it had.  but times have changed, & he would not allow himself to be spoon fed any longer.  he needed to rely on himself, & he needed to solve his own answers. 

he wanted to trust the word of the chantry, maker, he hoped that what information he could find, would add up, would run similar to the revered mothers studies.  but he would not allow himself to live once again, in ignorant bliss. 

     “this seems...”  

he turned the page.

     “...wrong..?”