#iwouldgivenoless

[animusmama-blog]

@i-would-give-no-less

Rebecca looked displeased and bloodied up, but mostly displeased. “Why do I have to keep going in there?” she asked in disdain, barely reaching her bed as she just leaned against the frame of it.

“I already showed my loyalty... why do they gotta keep making me...?”

[greyeyedgriffin]

Oh, you mean those lines on my necks? Those are tattoos. Neat, right?” { I did the thing, could be modern}

“Maker, those must have hurt terribly,” Caitlin stared, part impressed part trying not to feel squeamish over the idea of someone bringing a needle repeatedly into the neck.  “I suppose with your coat collar I’ve just never noticed them.”

[honnleathrose-a]

@i-would-give-no-less (tumblr is not letting me do the thing)

Rosalie adjusted her dress upon entering the gates of Skyhold. She had finally made it. A long journey, indeed, and one her parents insistes she didn’t take alone. But Rosalie was nothing if not challenging, specially with her mother. And even with all the grim warnings of death and dangers lurking about, she made it.

She wasn’t particularly powerful in a way people would expect her to be, but she was witty. She was smart and manipulative. Deceitful, even. She had to be, after all, she was a disaster with everything else. All she wanted was for things to be nice and pretty, to sing and dance all day and read poetry before bed. Apprently, it was too much to ask. She couldn’t bear to live with her mother anymore so she decided to find her brother - now that he had bothered to stay in one place and let his family know he was alive.

Once her eyes spotted him in the yard, she smiled and rushed to meet him, walking through all of his soldiers training among themselves, and hugging him as soon as she was close enough.

“Are you sure it has been only ten years since we’ve seen each other? Brother, you look so different!”

[altus-dracona-blog]

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Mister Ventivi had his nose shoved in a book like any other day, his steps throughout Skyhold assured, as if he thought no one in the world would bump into him while he was engrossed in his work. He'd become good at this, operating automatically to get through his body's basic needs while still working diligently. A muffled sound of surprise erupted from him when his body met the body of a certain Curly Haired Commander, the book he had been reading dropping to the stone floor with a thump. "Ah, if it isn't the modelesque Commander, good afternoon." He smirked, folding his arms over his chest as if they had met in passing instead of clumsily colliding into one another.

[theelvenscholar]

i-would-give-no-less liked your post: My activity is quiet...

“You’re a man, correct?” Erestor said bluntly, unaware that what he called ‘man’, they called ‘human’, looking down at him. “There has been little in the way of greeting here...”

[hidinginhumor]

You need to rest.”

Get Yo Ass To Bed: Accepting

He’s heard that from quite a few people already, but Cullen is the first Templar to say so. The mage looks up from the mortar and pestle. Fever is very evident on his face, yet he smiles as if nothing is wrong. “I appreciate the concern, Ser Rutherford, but I’m fine. These potions can’t wait.”

[brother-sebastian-vael]

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[Tiny Chantry Bird Sebastian likes your desk. It is good for doing birdcrobatics.]