#korrhaphi

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@korrhaphi​

       The Lady of the Lake. It was her duty to aid Britain, to protect the Once and Future King. But the Pendragon line had left a bad taste in her mouth, and she could feel her lips curling into a snarl. “Why should I help you? Was it not enough for me to save your life? Why should I not just leave you to the Saxons?”

[bxdassbanshee-archived]

“Actually, good sir, I think you are going to have to find another way to fix this problem. I will not just back down. I am not that sort of girl.”

                                     [ @korrhaphi / starter  ]

[magawke]

       hawke  had  seen  a  lot  of  things   —-   darkspawn,   ogres,   crazy  mages,   crazy  templars,   dragons   —-   lots  of  things.   so,   eyebrows  quirked,   she  says   —-   ❛   ghosts  don’t  bother  me  anymore.   ❜   //   @korrhaphi   —-   soldier  &   rose / ghost  quartet.

[mryqos-a]

A  SENSE  OF  URGENCY  OVERCOMES  SACCHARINE  TONALITY ,      she   becomes   a   rare   portrait  of  pristine   worry .      she   is   pleading   as   the   words   are   uttered ,    gaze   strong    &    stubborn .  

❝   we  must  get  you  away  from  here.     it’s   not   safe .     ❞

@korrhaphi   liked  for  a  starter .    

[menacewest]

@korrhaphi

               ❝ i really can’t emphasize the fact that i’d rather shove a pencil into my eyeball than do one more of these friggin’ equations enough. ❞

[maidensword]

@korrhaphi is out to kill me this is a personal offence

[ashenglory]

❝   art,  d’you  take  breaks                        like,   ever ?    I’ve   always   either   seen   y’   on   your   broom   or   with   your   nose   in   th’   books .     ‘s   almost   inhuman .     ❞  

@korrhaphi  ♥’d     //     ACCEPTING !    

[sclidarity-blog]

▉▊▋⚔. ( @korrhaphi. call. )  

       Huh -- maybe he’s going soft. He hadn’t realized he’d been letting his guard down here ( and only here; he can’t remember the last time he’d been caught unawares anywhere but the Tourney field ) until he catches sight of the guy and loses whatever it was he was going to say for a second. ( a deadly slip -- what used to be a deadly slip, right. ) 

       And then he recovers, planting the end of his stick against the ground and leaning with all seemingly casualty against it. ( he’s never actually found himself wishing he wasn’t alone -- and he totally doesn’t now, even though this practice had been solo and he’s kind of facing a living legend he hadn’t had the chance to meet. -- c’mon, of his failed subjects on the Isle, history hadn’t been among them. ) 

       ❛ You, uh, need something ? ❜