#helixtrope

[shoveyourplight]

helixtrope

Father and mother thought you were so great. The shining child of the Hawke family. You're looking a little dull lately, Garrett.

[halfliight]

helixtrope

       "––Of course. Whatever you say."

[unforsworn-archive-blog]

helixtrope liked for a starter.

           —  ❝What good is being king if you can't command people              not to laugh at you?❞

[liberabo-blog]

{ helixtrope }

"You... You didn't even try, did you?" Anders exhaled shakily, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he turned away from Hawke, unable to even look into this man's face. Right now, he was not even sure whether he wanted to. "That boy.. You could have saved him. I know you could. And instead you made him tranquil... " 

[thckid]

helixtrope

      The Kid ought to know better than to mess with another man's        shield. He's been more than enough soldiers, after all. But the       stranger isn't paying much attention, and the Kid's curiosity        gets the best of him. The weapons are different in this strange       land than they are in Caelondia, and he peers close to the blade       -- not touching, no matter how much he wants to, but coming        close enough to see the strange engravings on the handle, the       sharp yet sturdy edge.

      Now, just where could he get his hands on something like this?

[rebelllum-blog]

helixtrope

            "This ---- isn't what it looks like."

        The Chantry is warm, this time of year. Outside, the snow drifts         in -- not as cold as Ferelden, but just as blustery -- and Anders         had found the usually repulsive doors of the Chantry to be more         appealing than the possibility of getting buried in the ice. At least         until it stopped snowing. In which case, Anders would hightail it         out of there in a frenzy, finding the place oppressive as it often         is, choking him like a garrote. 

            So it isn't what it looks like. For once.