#iustitiac

[lyriumvolk]

❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞

[X] || Accepting

“Fuck you.”

[highin-hardtown-blog]

iustitiac replied to your post: “Be my companion so I can kill you with my dope...

I LAUGHED SO HARD

thought you were bae ...now you’re just fam

[lcgacyofages-a]

“i just want you to be happy”

&. PLATONIC STARTERS. | ACCEPTING

The remark struck her. He just wanted her to be happy. Atena examined him, blue eyes bright as she considered. She gently reached out, caressing his cheek and her fingers trailing down along his jaw line. She’d made a habit to come and help him how she could. Typically just moving stuff around; but it gave her an excuse to see him and spend time with him.

“I’m happy right here,” she told him boldly but with a gentle tone, something she only showed to certain people. “I just wish you could see that.”

He was constantly warning her off, after all. But she saw who he was; a man who cared greatly about everything and that was painfully attractive to her. Atena wasn’t sure she could move on as he seemed to hope she would.

[xchampionxthxjust-archived]

★♠✿▼♫☠ i had to control myself from sending too many jfslfjs

 send a symbol for a headcanon || Accepting! 

 @iustitiac <3 and I guess @hartoforlais might be interested too.

★: What is your muse’s idea of perfect happiness?

As a child in Honnleath, life was simpler. He helped his father to look after the horses and the cattle or worked with his mother in their vegetable garden. He never despised that life, but he felt he was meant for something different from that…

Now, full nights of rest, hard work and a modest living sound to him as the best prospect he could wish for. A family might complete the frame just fine, but he would not admit it. 

♠: What’s the worst thing your muse has done to someone they loved?

He had known Beval since training. He was fond of the boy, they shared the same ideals and enthusiasm about the Templars cause. Beval came from an extremely poor family of the South Reach; Both his parents died when he was five, so he had been sent to live with the revered mothers in the local Chantry. Two years later, the women found it “natural” he would take the path of the Order and so he left. 

When Cullen joined the Templars, Beval helped him with the training as he was far more experienced than Rutherford, although they were same age.When they had been chosen to be sent to Kinloch, they got drunk with their fellows celebrating the imminent departure.

What happened next would betray all their expectations. When the Circle fell, a demon took control of Beval’s mind turning him into an abomination. After he tried to rescue his friend, Cullen was forced to choose either to die or execute him.

Even now, the commander could not explain the exact sequence of the events. If asked, Cullen would still answer they killed him, but his nightmares would tell him a whole different story.

✿: Which one act in your muse’s past are they most ashamed of?  Which one act in their past are they most proud of?

Cullen is aware that his trauma has played a significant role in his life and many choices he has made are a direct consequence of that specific experience combined to the contingency of the context. 

Nonetheless, he regrets his blind obedience to Meredith. His trauma allowed her to manipulate him at first; over the years though, he simply tried to ignore facts that in a different situation he should have protested and reported. He wasn’t ready to accept how much the Order was corrupted as it was the only thing still giving some structure to his mind and keeping him together. When he finally was ready to cope with the truth, it was too late. People died for it took him too long to make a stand against Meredith. For this reason, he doesn’t take pride from having chosen to side Hawke at last, the only choice he made in that period that still allows him to look at his face in the mirror.

Stopping taking the lyrium is the hardest challenge he has ever faced.However difficult, though, it is a relief to know that his faith and his devotion to the causes he chooses to serve are no longer the result of his addiction to Lyrium.

Someday, maybe, he’ll realize the importance of this choice. For now, though, he does not dare to feel proud of that.

▼: What would you find in your muse’s refrigerator right now?

Not much I’m afraid. A couple of bottles of ale (always), ham, eggs, two steaks (one for his dog).

♫: What is one thing that your muse thinks they are talented at, but actually aren’t?

As a recruit, he had received compliments about his cooking. The truth is that he was the only one with some basic of cooking so his abilities are, in fact, very limited, but he still thinks to possess some talent. 

☠: What is the one thing for which your muse would most like to be remembered after their death?

More likely, he’d be happy to know there will be a few friends that will remember him for who he really was.

[blakkrulfr]

@iustitiac

  “You’re weak.”

                 The companion stated, carefully eyeing the other’s form as he moved about. If one ever needed training in dual handed weaponry, Vilkas was the man that you needed to seek out. Why he was attempting to explain such a thing to a mage, however, remained to be seen.

                                             “When you have a big, heavy weight swinging                                               around your upper body, your lower body has                                               to compensate, or you’ll fall right over.”

[lyriumvolk]

“Good night Marian.” <3 <3 “Crawl back to your sewage pit, Mage.” ):<

[lyriumvolk]

13. tender kiss ( think abt a drunk scenario where they're both drunk and think the other is hawke )

[X] || Accepting

Fenris and Anders were sitting outside the Dalish camp with Hawke, and Varric, drinking a lot. The dwarven alcohol was super strong, and tasted like it had a hint of deep mushroom in it, giving it a bit of a hallucinogenic properties. Much to Anders and Fenris’ drunken blindness, they didn’t know Hawke had already crawled into their sleep roll and passed out for the evening. Varric was well awake and aware, one of them had to be after all, besides he was jotting down notes on some of Blondie’s stories with the Warden Commander. Meanwhile Fenris could only see Hawke everywhere he looked, each person was Hawke. Dwarf Hawke, Elf Hawkes... it was all so strange to him. His brain felt like it was swimming and he was feeling rather clumsy.

The elf staggered his way to the Hawke he saw, "You look very beautiful tonight.” held their face, gently before placing a very soft, very tender kiss upon the other’s lips. It was strange, for the first time kissing Hawke he felt a strange tingly sensation against his lips. 

[xchampionxthxjust-archived]

“You can’t frighten me” 👀

“That is not my main goal, MAGE. Now walk away before I decide to change the order of my priorities. You’ll see your friend when and if you’ll be allowed.”