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         “It’s --- uh.  Joephine asked me about it, but I don’t th - think that they --------- would want to help the Inquisition.”  Her parents are noble, and well - respected, and strong, and they do not have a daughter.  (  father said that, as she tried to give them a last hug before the templars could take her away.  )  Her fingers tangle before her form, movements nervous.  Talking about mother and father.  Talking to a Templar (  though she likes this one!  ).  “My parents don’t, uh --- like me very much.”  She thinks of the scar upon her face.  Maybe don’t like is an understatement.

[redtemplarknight]

        ‘it never gets easier, does it?’ the templar - even though he swore he was no longer one - could already feel his hands shaking. he had gone with out lyrium for longer than he had ever dared before and it was obviously affecting him. though, he always had a supply on hand, but he wasn’t about to use it here. not when he was around anyone else.... not now.

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[atishabanalras]

♡ YO

PARTY BANTER MEME | accepting

Eli: Solas look, I found your brother!Solas: Do I dare to look?Eli: [Holding a rock.] Looks just like you!Solas: [Sighs.]Eli: [Draws angry face on the rock.]Solas: [Decides to look.] Wha- did you really?!Eli: IT’S FUNNY CAUSE YOU’RE BALD AND LOOK LIKE A ROCK.Solas: Leave me alone.

[frcgment]

I think for you I would be Atlas. I would carry the weight of the world on my shoulder. And if I fell, I would be just fine knowing I had died for you.  

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[cygnus-van-markham-blog]

Sanctum

Though it had taken some time and ｒｅｓｏｕｒｃｅｓ to tidy up, it had been weeks since the Ｉｎｑｕｉｓｉｔｏｒ had opened an extra room in the ｈｏｌｄ for Ｃｈａｎｔｒｙ use.  Ｃｙｇｎｕｓ was not part of the Ｃｈａｎｔｒｙ， but it didn’t stop her from believing in Ａｎｄｒａｓｔｅ.  Strongly tied to the culture of the Ｍｏｒｔａｌｉｔａｓｉ, she looked to the prophet for guidance ＆ forgiveness, so that she may pass on peacefully for when the end of her time was near．

Crooning sweetly the hymn of ♪Ｏｎｃｅ Ｗｅ Ｗｅｒｅ♩ as sung by Ｍａｒｙｄｅｎ，she mindfully cleaned up any sprouts and debris that were leftover from previous visitors.  Unbeknownst to her, she had been humming a bit louder than expected and didn’t notice the sound of ｆｏｏｔｓｔｅｐｓ sauntering her way.  She had been coming here during less frequented hours as to have some ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ time alone.  Eyes closed， hands clasped, ＆ kneeling in the form of ｐｒａｙｅｒ，she only stopped when she could feel the person’s presence beside her．

❝Ａｈ ー Excuse me。❞  She bowed her head in apology， one eye open to see the visitor, ＆ after further ｉｎｓｐｅｃｔｉｏｎ of him，she ceased the ｔｕｎｅ even though it was her that felt vulnerable． No one had ever heard her ｈｕｍ in such a carefree way.  It was kind of embarrassing！

He didn’t seem to mind.  It didn’t feel like he was judging her either, at least not to her knowledge.  This man had the ａｒｍｏｒ of a Ｔｅｍｐｌａｒ，but not one that she’d ever seen． He was taller than most，but his ｍａｎｎｅｒｉｓｍｓ were not imposing.  In fact, it felt calming．  

Relaxing, she closed her ｅｙｅｓ again and stated，❝...Please pretend you did not hear anything！ I don’t know who you are, but tell anyone ＆ I may never find out．❞    

A threat made by half jest． She wasn’t really ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓ． Maybe just a little. 

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[lastbled-a]

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             “Here.”  The roll of bandages is offered; Hawke does not respect her body enough to care for tending to herself, yet she doubts he feels the same disregard.  She had asked him to SPAR ------ not quite out of practice with hand to hand, but one could always use a reminder ------ and, now that they are done, there is a moment to breathe and tend to wounds.  “You’re stronger than I thought you’d be.”

[xrbitrium]

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OH HARELLAN COULD tell when her beloved was displeased. Even in the silence, the only sound between them being the crunching of snow and ice beneath them. She knew he hated the cold, and the frozen terrain around them wasn’t aiding his inner-tantrum either. 

SO WHAT DOES SHE DO? 

She bends over just slightly, balling some of the cold into her hands before throwing it ever so lightly towards him; crumbling against his back. She’d laugh at first, gloved hands rising to quickly hush herself. 

“Come on! Maybe you wouldn’t hate the snow so much if you TRIED to enjoy it”