#kinlochs

[kinlochs]

FORGIVING WHO YOU ARE FOR WHAT YOU STAND TO GAIN. JUST KNOW THAT IF YOU HIDE, IT DOESN'T GO AWAY.

#KINLOCHS : HERO OF FERELDEN. COMMANDER OF THE GREY.

drank from the chalice with mei. she/they, 23. verses for the entire dragon age series. psd.

[dcviuma]

@kinlochs asked:

The battlefield is dying down with the decisive victory the Inquisition has garnered over the enemy Templars in the area. Of course, through all this, the party has scattered—separated by combat and struggle. Cassian searches for Nimue through the thick wood, the only noise his breathing and the crack of branches. He hears an odd sound nearby. Grunting, maybe? Some sickening squelching sound alongside. He breaks through the treeline and stumbles upon Nimue spattered in blood, grappling and stabbing the last Templar with vigor. "Inquisitor," Cassian calls across the clearing. Nimue continues digging into the now-still Templar, the blood surely dripping from her hands at this point. "Inquisitor." He shouts louder, crossing quickly now that he realizes something is amiss. The mage attempts to intervene with Nimue's carnage but is only pushed and shoved away. He only manages to grab her attention when he practically yanks her against him in a gamble, their lips colliding in a tense and furious kiss. Cassian keeps his grip in her hair until he no longer feels resistance and slowly allows them to part, breathing hard. "Nimue?" He asks hesitantly.

She'd lost herself somewhere. Somewhen. Daggers glinted as she flourished them. She was far enough away from anyone she could consider friend or ally. Again, again, again. The shining blades had long ago turned red with gore. As had much of her. Blood spray coated the little elf from gouged arteries. There was no thought. No perception beyond this desire for more blood. More death.

Inquisitor. The title meant nothing. It was someone else. It was something else. It was meant to apply to someone good. His calls of the title gained no reaction. Her blade began to thunk against solid bone, carving into it. The victim was long dead, but she wanted him deader. She felt the attempts to stop her. At first her thoughts were solely on returning to the body, making more holes, but something in her registered that she was being hindered--- so her blades turned to the source.

Or, they would have. She was, in all ways, far smaller than the Warden-Commander. A foot shorter, a thinner form, and even in her blood-rage, he was stronger. She'd squirm against him, try to unpin herself, until she was distracted. The last thing she could have expected was a kiss in this state. It was enough to throw her. Rough and harsh. Her mind stalled, the urges quieting as her surprise overwhelmed them. Nimue relaxed, at least partially. The blades clattered on the ground, an intentional show of disarming before they'd even parted.

Her name... now that meant something. That wasn't some title forced on her by strangers. It was her. Brows knit as her body quivered a bit, shaky from the strong feelings clearing so suddenly. When she spoke, it was soft.

"I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."

[markburdened]

❝ i do not want to be here any more than you do, ❞ said @kinlochs. ↬ dragon age: the veilguard prompts pt 1

the saying to never meet your hero, well——in this case, ferelden's hero, was starting to ring a little TRUE, at least that's what evie was gathering so far from the few short minutes she's known him. however the young inquisitor doesn't say anything, at least not immediately. instead she sucks her teeth and reigns in whatever words first came to mind.

demons poured from the sky and all of southern thedas had been plunged into madness and confusion. no doubt the conflict had effected the warden-commander and his men in grey. or maybe he was just offended at the prospect of working alongside a TEENAGER.

either way, the best evie could do in these circumstances was offer GRACE where none were offered in return.

❝ many of us don't really have a choice on the matter, regretfully, ❞ she agrees reluctantly, more as a peace offering than out of a mutual understanding. ❝ but we do what we must when called upon by the maker, wouldn't you agree, warden-commander? ❞

[archonoclasm]

Skyhold's rife with chatter. Beside it, there comes, too, the undeniable weight of wary glances.

Ah. The traitorous Wardens ever fragile to deception...! Peering up, their gait, their gravity, reels his mind.

"There you are," Dorian greets. Behind him, the scant tremble of the sunset strikes the window. "You Grey Wardens certainly have a fascinating way with first impressions, haven't you? Of course, I haven't met many Grey Wardens, I can't say it's a habit, but did you know that my run in with Blackwall involved discovering that he willingly quarters in horse shit? If you don't believe me, you should head to the stables. Truly, our plunging into the Fade is tame in comparison." Maker, and how he recalls that timbre, that ever-haunting voice sat clawing at his conscience... Thoughtful, Dorian, head lowered, looks deeply at his gameboard. Licked golden, his ivory bishop stares the black queen down. "Usually, an exorbitant dinner precedes the grand reveal of my biggest fears," he offers, "but I suppose defying expectation is rather your specialty." / @kinlochs, ♡ liked for a starter.

[saccageurs]

THERE'S A MISCHIEVOUS SMIRK ON the boy's face and a mirthful glint in deep blues. what is he up to now. . . ‴ so, i think it would be REALLY cool if you told me about the super secret joining ritual. ‴

@kinlochs

[weishaupts]

smash or pass................. all of the inquisition's advisors

SMASH OR PASS / ACCEPTING !

"oh... oh, that's interesting. i think...." she pauses for a moment, pursing her lips. "smash. all of them."

[dcviuma]

@kinlochs asked:

it is not the strength of the body, but the strength of the spirit.

A soft rumble sounded deep within her throat. Like a considering thing. "Personally, I think it's both. Spirit's great and good until the body gives out. Maybe it can help you go for longer, push more, but eventually? Eventually, the body will give up." She... assumed? Truthfully, her body seemed unable to give up, at times.

[severthebl1ght-a]

@kinlochs said: ❛ must've been an awful day for the people who lived here. ❜ 

HER INITIAL INSTICT HAD BEEN ABOUT THE SAME AS MORRIGAN'S. why should they help a bunch of helpless shemlens? whatever was going on at the castle seemed like their problem. not something that their little gang needed to help with. but, the more faces they saw, the more stories they heard, it started to tug at her heart. especially seeing the children. hearing the fear in their voices; the way they clung to their parents.

they'd been in redcliffe for a maybe a couple of hours and she was already signing a whole new tune. they were in the middle of running some errands, helping prepare for nightfall, when cassian's voice caught her attention. ❛ wouldn't exactly say it was the best day. or couple of days, for that matter, ❜ she tried to keep her tone light. attempting her hardest to mask how much she seemed to care about the entire situation. ❛ but at least we got here in time. ❜