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Thank you! 💛

🎵 What do you listen to while you read?

While I read: Nothing actually. Unless I have to drown out noise from my surroundings, then I’ll put on something really loud but repetitive. 

But music is something I usually pay a lot of attention to so it distracts me from reading if it’s good and interesting music (and if it isn’t good music I get annoyed)

👿 What trope do you hate / avoid at all costs?

Anything that involves cheating and main character death. I can’t stand those. 

And the third one I just answered in a separate ask here

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One Word Writing Prompts: 36. Happy new year

#36. “Conditional”

He’s startled by the coldagainst his cheek. Sitting up straight, looking up over his shoulder, takingthe bottle that she offers. She has one of her own, sits beside him. Legsdangling over the battlements, the sweeping wind of the mountains casting straywisps of hair over their faces. “It’s lovely here,” she says. Staring down intothe valley, the tents peppering the darkness like a string of fairy lights.Stars reflected below, so above, the moon hanging full in the sky. They wear nocolors, no uniforms. They might be mistaken for any other. The Inquisitor takesa sip, the Champion does the same.

Making a face at the bitingalcohol and Hawke chuckles. “Yeah, it’s not great. Varric missed it though, soI brought a case for him. These are the last two,” she says, holding up herbottle.

“You brought this all the wayfrom Kirkwall?” Mahanon asks. She smiles as she crosses her legs, glassdangling in her fingers, elbow resting on her knee.

“I would do a lot more if Varricasked,” she says. You people have doneenough to her already. Mahanon studies the edges of her. The laugh linesaround her mouth, more weary ones at her brow. Hair wild and free, caught bythe wind and swirling around her face. The scar on the back of her hand, thefreckles on her cheek. Varric’s told him how she used to be. Something lighter,a little taller. She’s been mellowed by the years, humbled by all the rest.Varric confided once, in a moment of weakness, that he missed her laugh.

“Does it get easier?” Mahanonasks her quietly. Turning her gaze from the valley, to him. The smallest smile,gone as quickly as it had come. He’s so young. She puts her bottle on the rockbeside her, moves a little closer to him. Her hand is warm on his back.

“No,” she says. “It gets harder.”His bottle is tight in his grasp, knuckles white. “Drinks help. Friends arebetter. You can forget, for a little while, when you have someone at your side.Someone who makes you not care about titles or quests or… saving the damn world.”Some part of her hates the book. The excited way they look when they realizethey’re meeting the Champion. The disappointment when they realize she’s just MarianHawke. All of it has always been conditional. They tolerated her as long as shecould do something for them. Now they want her to fade away.

“I’m sorry,” she tells himquietly, “it didn’t have to be you.” Looking up from the bottle, looking ather.

“It didn’t have to be youeither.”

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