#idiedinthedark

[lieutenantofthechxrgers-blog]

@idiedinthedark continued from here [x]

“You know, it’s okay to have preferences and help people at the same time.” He grins slightly at the kid for a moment, resting his head on his hand.

“You would rather help someone who’s hurt, and making them happy makes you happy. I think. Does it make you happy?” He had a hard time getting a read on this boy. He was interesting, if not puzzling.

[dalishflame]

Starter Call || Accepting

“ Bloody hell Cole! ” Atreion was awake faster than he’d thought possible - faster than that time back in Clan Lavellan with the wyvern; faster even than alarm bells could rouse him. Instantly he was bolt upright, eyes wide and hand to his thundering heart, trying to stem the instinct to panic in his darkened bedroom.

Hard not to, when there’s a spirit made flesh at the end of your sodding bed.

“ What in the--- how did you--- what the hell!? ”

            @idiedinthedark

[lucernimaevaris]

@idiedinthedark

He sits cross-legged on the wide stone railings of the Skyhold steps and peers at her from under his hat, utterly unconcerned. “I want to help,” he says earnestly. “The dark is darker when you’re alone.” 

Mae looks at the boy attentively before giving a soft sigh. “You are very kind, spirit...” Her voice trails off, considering her words carefully. “When one lives in the dark for so long, light can be...painful.” Her thoughts wander to her time in Magister Titus’ dungeon. It was only a few weeks, but she would never forget being brought out to the sun again. “I will be fine.”

[theshadowoflavellan]

@idiedinthedark

“At last!”

His hands clamped around her neck. Drawn in. Therinfal? No part she’d seen, certainly. Horrible. People immobile, on fire. Cullen and Josephine looking on, passive. It isn’t real. It can’t be real. Coming to this conclusion cleared her mind, at least for a moment. After that…

Knowing it was all false didn’t help much. Watching the demon, with Leliana’s face, cutting Cullen’s throat. Watching as it took Josephine’s appearance, and then her own. Brave words were all she had. Insisting this wasn’t right, wasn’t real, that she would never. “Do you know what the Inquisition could become?” it mocked her, as she ran through fragments of her own life, and fragments of what could be. “I will be you,” Envy proclaimed.

Dodging green fountains of flame the likes of which she’d never seen, she sought an exit. But how could one find an exit from a nightmare? She darted toward an open doorway, found… a bedroom. The only thing stranger than finding this here were the tables and chairs on the walls, and the papers scattered across the ceiling. And the door slammed shut behind her. She’d never been especially comfortable with fire, but now, in her efforts to avoid it, she’d been trapped.

“I have to think,” she said aloud.

[unpreparedviscount-blog]

Go Demonstrating Again

@idiedinthedark

Kendall had developed the habit of cleaning her daggers during the boat ride to and from the Gallows years ago. There wasn’t much else to do, and it kept her hands busy enough while waiting to arrive. It did not, however, distract her mind, which was what she really needed after a visit like today’s.

Since taking up the job of Viscountess, she’d made regular visits to the Gallows a priority. These days, it was to check on the templars more than anything else - efforts to rebuild were happening more slowly than she would have liked. It would be a while before the building was fit to house any more mages. Until then, the plan was to send any new apostates that turned up out to the Circle in Ostwick.

Maker, what a mess. Kendall pinched the bridge of her nose, smearing oil from the cleaning rag across her face. After an hour or so in the Gallows, she always found herself dizzy and aching all over. Too close to remembering how we fought, I think. She’d come to terms with everything that had happened, in a sense - the Circle mages and abominations they’d had to cut down, Orsino’s last-minute confession, fighting Anders and Merrill, the horrifying thing Meredith had become - but delving too deeply into those memories was pointless. It helped nothing, and was an exercise in pain alone.

Pick up the rag again, then. Finish cleaning. Careful strokes over the dagger - back and forth, back and forth. She’d be back at the docks soon enough, and there would be something else to take care of.

[custosmedicus]

Cole: She hurts sometimes, but you make it better.

[disgustcdnoisc]

A long drop, buoyed from the battlement, a fall, flying above its fire; then a sharp jolt, breath blasted away, knife sinking between scales as the dragon screams, dives, dies. [trails off, narrows his eyes in visible curiosity and seeming rather impressed] You say they tell the tale too large, when it was larger still. You don't want them to remember?

Staring out into the distance, Cassandra displays only the vaguest hint of a smile at the peculiar wording Cole uses for his statements and questions. Ah, the matter of how she became the Hero of Orlais—she did not think herself worthy of the title, especially not now, now that Regalyan, who had saved her life several times during their early adventures, had been plunged into anonymity, post-mortem. He deserved more praise than she did, really, for all that he had done. Yet she was the one with the titles…somehow, that ground her gears 

Looking up at the boy, she produced a sigh, not of exasperation but something contemplative. 

“My actions really do not deserve such praise. I took the options that had been given to me and made them work in that particular situation—and I was not the only one fighting for the good cause, that day. I did not single-handedly win that combat, as some would have the world believe. There were others who deserve as much and maybe even more praise than I have gotten for it.”

[zevran-theblackshadow]

“It was only a dream.”

He no longer remembered his dreams. Sleep merely blanketed in darkness before the vibrant sun cut through to wake him; he had not dreamed something so vivid since his time of youth. A low breath escaped as his thoughts were torn from the memory of eyes that hid the stars within their depths, focus settling upon the gaunt boy.

“Yes,” the Antivan stated, his weight shifting from one foot to the other, “but such a pleasant dream it was.”