#havesomegin

[auberonlavellan-blog]

@havesomegin

People were despairing.

He could see it in their eyes, hooded with the thought of their Herald dying. Auberon wanted to punch them all. Not only because they thought that Gin would not survive this, but because they dare mourning for ‘Herald of Andraste’. They don’t even see him as Gin. They didn’t even know Gin.

He walked away from the warmth of the campfire to the edge of the entrance of the camp. He’ll wait for Gin to come. 

[ambassadorjosephinemontilye-blog]

✍ - Lillith/havesomegin

Kind gesture meme!

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✍ my muse  teaching your muse

“I know it’s boring!” Josephine sighed as she covered up the map this time. “But if you don’t memorize them you will appear unworldly to anyone who asks! Please Lillith” She pulled him closer to her from where he sat, leaned against her on the couch. It was lucky they were both so small, most people would not fit comfortably this way. “It’s important to me if anything.” 

She ensured the map was hidden from view and asked again. “Now, please name each nation and it’s capital once more. No cheating this time.” 

Josephine grinned as he got each answer right, kissing him on the cheek for each successful guess. “Well done, love. There is much left to memorize but this is a fantastic start.” 

[lumenizampel]

@havesomegin‘s Lillith Lavellan for my art project! Two more to go ;u;

[runawaydalish]

✘ - Gin/havesomegin

I reach towards the sky I've said my goodbyesMy heart's always with you now

[runawaydalish]

havesomegin

Reporting directly to the Inquisitor.  This wasn’t his job.  Tavi fidgeted in place, eyes darting up to the admittedly concerning throne - any throne would be concerning because thrones were power and he was admittedly standing right where people usually did to be judged.

The door to the man’s quarters opened and Tavi tried to look vaguely like he wasn’t terrified.

[parriies-blog]

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     Sooner or later Fenris was going to learn of Hawke’s habit of letting himself into his friends’ homes whenever it suits him. Usually it is guiltless; Merrill appreciates his visits, Aveline’s among the guards and he considers it his right as a citizen of Kirkwall to intrude, If Isabela and Varric didn’t like company, they wouldn’t have taken up lodgings in the Hanged Man, and that questionable clinic that Anders shelters in would be a poor establishment if its doors were always closed ( not that a closed door has ever been a sufficient deterrent for Hawke ).

‘I took the liberty,’ Hawke explains about his presence, leaning against the doorframe as he examines the elf. He’s not sure what he is looking for, exactly; maybe a cue to draw his blades, because he’s still a long way from TRUSTING this fugitive. Kindness doesn’t buy anything in this city, especially not mutual trust. But he does hope that this visit might work to resolve that.

It won’t take two people to head down to the Docks and bully some upstart worker into coughing up a debt he owes, particularly not since Hawke is acquiring a reputation for wringing the coin out of people one way or another. It’s good to have someone watching his back, however----and more importantly, he likes to have company.

‘But consider it a favour,’ Hawke continues. ‘Someone’s got to help you out into the sunlight again, and as always, the task seems to have fallen to me.’