#knightcaptrylen

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outofcaptain. holy crap im so sorry for disappearing on you all. life was.. hard. really, really hard. but now its a little less hard, i just need to find my inspiration to roleplay here again.

please forgive me, my loves?

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Headcanons While I Was Gone

Hilamshiral; The Winter Palace: Josephine demands Rylen stand still as she stands on a small stool and applies some powder (Maker it smells like a woman) to his face in the failing attempt to cover his facial tattoos. He tugs on the dress coat, grimacing and sputtering as some of that wretched powder puffs up into his nose. He sighs as she steps down from the stool only to shudder as she returns with a jar of cream, it appears she is bringing out the big weapons on him now.

Childhood Hobby; Then and Now: As a child Rylen would pluck bugs from their journey or their hiding spots, plopping them in what was once his mother’s favorite jam jar. He uses a knife and punches holes in the top, watching the rhinoceros beetle slip, slide, and clambor against the smooth side of the jar, unable to find any purchase. He collects moss and berries, making the new home comfortable for his new friend. His mother would disapprove, his father would laugh and ask how he possibly bested such a mighty foe. As an adult in the Approach he pauses while giving commands to a scout, eyes falling to the stones of the Keep and watching as a rhinoceros beetle makes it’s way across the way. He finishes his order, making sure no one steps on the creature, before plucking the beetle from the ground and snatching some berries from a nearby merchant’s stall. He moves to the shadows, to an unused corner of the keep by an unused tower and puts down the berries first, then the beetle, and walks away.

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Likely Knight-Commander Cullen, his soldiers, King Sebastian, pretty much anyone that relies on him.

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On the Wind

Small puffs left his lips as he breathed in the cold, thin air of the mountain, slumping in his saddle with exhaustion. The Knight-Captain was so damn tired, but when did that ever slow him down? Thankful to finally see the gates, Rylen kicked his horse into a full gallop, entering the walls of Skyhold and turning right, handing his horse to Master Dennett after dismounting with little grace. He removed his helm and secured it to his saddle before stepping away, rubbing his hands together as he walked, trying to gain some warmth for his digits.

A flash of color caught his gaze and he reached out, brow furrowing as he inspected the fabric caught in his grasp. It really was a high quality, fine material, someone must be missing it. “Pardon me, would you know who this belonged to?” He questioned a nearby scout, nodding once he was told about the resident seamstress. “Good lad, thank you.” He nodded, wrapping the cloth around his wrist before he headed into the main hall – he needed to check in with the Knight-Commander before he did anything else.

It didn’t take long to catch Cullen up on everything, he’d been writing regular letters as he always did, and just a short time after he entered the main hall he left, walking straight to the door that had been pointed out as the seamstress’s workshop. He knocked before peaking inside, “Lass? Sorry to interrupt, I think I may have something that belongs to you,” he stepped inside and unwrapped the cloth from around his wrist, holding it out to the beautiful woman.  

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Snuggles~

Send Me ‘Cuddles!’ For My Muse Reacting To Yours Requesting To Be Cuddled: Or ‘Snuggles~’ For My Muse Reacting To Yours Cuddling Up To Them Without Warning!

Caitlin stiffened for a second when the knight captain suddenly came to her side.  Well, this was quite... new.  He was probably drunk.  The thought of the man being a cuddly drunk was incredibly entertaining and she had to bite back a giggle.  She couldn’t have been all that warm; she was huddled in front of the fire herself because of how easily she took chill.  Instead she just rubbed his back soothingly, poor man probably just needed help back to his quarters or tent or whatnot.  “Ser?” she asked softly.  “Are you alright?  Did you need something?”