#high3ver

[highaver]

@high3ver. call.

ㅤ"You should eat." He offers forth a bowl, and only briefly hesitates. As if to ease any correct worries: "I didn't cook it."

[fals3nd]

@high3ver said ; i just wanted to make sure you were okay. (for greer!)

"i hate her." greer doesn't flinch as yet another arrow is loosed from her bow. it flies across the training yard and sinks into the target. bullseye. no satisfaction at her own skill is visible in cold eyes and pursed lips as greer strides across the range to pull her arrows from the target - there are multiple, in small and precise groupings.

"and don't say something about oh, greer, she's our sister, you can't mean that," her approximation of elissa's voice is terrible, "because i do. did you hear what she said to that poor - - - lady - - - whatever her name is, the redheaded one? elethea made her cry, elissa, and didn't even look sorry for it!"

[serbaird]

@high3ver asked: selfish, i suppose. not to want to spend my entire life screaming on the inside.

ㅤGregor laughed. Some small and soft thing, more a breath than anything else. A glance was cast Lady Elissa's way, fearful that she may take his laughter in bad faith, even if he was an ever-loyal knight of her father's. It simply struck him as so familiar.

ㅤHow odd a life this was, to have such status and yet be so well and truly restrained by the very same society that had granted it. Gregor had believed it to be a knight's problem, more than anything else. Or perhaps the price of existing in this world when he came from such humble origins. Play by the rules, do not speak out of turn. It was strange to think that both he and a child of a teyrn could be so similarly limited. Though he was not such a fool as to think them exactly alike.

ㅤ“ Self-sacrifice is indeed a noble trait, my lady, ” he said, hands clasped behind his back as he walked beside her. “ But... I do believe in some cases, selfishness should not always be frowned upon. ” Brow furrowed in thought, then, as if Gregor was trying to ascertain whether he was overstepping any boundaries. Gently: “ If you do not mind my asking... what is the cause of this frustration? ”

[highaver]

@high3ver asked: Maybe it’s just nice here. I almost hate to find out what’s wrong.

ㅤAnother day, another village on the brink. Somewhere between Redcliffe and the Frostbacks this time, and Balfour supposed that he would figure out exactly where they were when they were finally able to talk to a villager. Maybe it's just nice here, Elissa had said. He didn't think anywhere nice existed in Ferelden anymore.

ㅤ“ Darkspawn, ” he chanced a guess. “ Bandits, blood mages, demons. Why not a corrupt bann, at this point? Mistreating his people as he saves himself from the Blight. ” Nothing surprised him anymore. It was a fact that soured his mood and made him dread every new dawn. But he would persist. They had no other choice. After a few moments' looking around the area, he asked, “ Shouldn't there be more villagers around? Do you think they all left? ”

[thanflowers]

❀ — memes / accepting!

@high3ver said: “do we ever have uneventful days?”

        “not anymore, i fear,” elspeth says as she gingerly picks through the pockets of one of the bandits recently killed. she is not a religious person, but she says a quick prayer for their souls to anyone who might be listening. “at least, not while this blight is on...” 

[highaver]

@high3ver. call.

"How do you feel?" A genuine question, of course. Balfour always cared for the state of his siblings and that wouldn't change simply because he had plans for today. They had all suffered a difficult week, the aches and pains still clinging even to Balfour. But there was much to be done. "Good enough to come with me? I heard talk of Loghain's men, in the village over." They would do best to deal with them now.

[highevard]

@high3ver. * i know who you are. i know what you are.

ELETHEA REGARDS HER SISTER WITH COMPLETE DISINTEREST. not bothering to roll her eyes, merely lifting them to stare blankly — thoroughly unaffected by elissa's accusatory tone. she was well aware of what she was, and she had few regrets. after all, it had served her well thus far. "and what a terrible thing i am, yes? is that where we're going with ... this?" gesturing vaguely between them with an arched brow. there was something about elethea that seemed to irritate her typically reserved, level - headed sister — and it brought her immense satisfaction to see the facade crack. on the rare occasion elissa scratched out at her, it gave elethea the upper hand. "because whatever i am, you're no different — you're just a hypocrite about it. so i suggest you lose the self - righteous tone, darling."

[fals3nd]

@high3ver said ; ‘ you’re right , i don’t know what i’m talking about . ’ (for greer?)

and doesn't that just take the wind right out of her sails? greer stops dead in her tracks, pacing halted mid-stride by those words. it almost makes her more angry, because now it's rude and mean if she's angry when elissa is agreeing and letting her win. "don't do that," greer snaps, arms crossing over her stomach, "don't just - capitulate 'cause you know it's as good as winning."