#lcthallin

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          Lúcio laughs,  well,  giggles ----- putting his hands on the other’s cheeks and leans himself against the other’s chest.   He was honestly exhausted,  but he felt as though celebrations were in order for the occasion! Even if that just included drinking until he felt as though he was going to puke.   “we havta practice to...”  he yawns,  bringing his hands down from the other’s face and wrapping his arms around his torso.   “we’re getting married...”  // @lcthallin cont. from x

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@lcthallin

Dorian paced around the small area he had claimed in the library, scanning the shelves for something he may have missed. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, tugging it slightly in frustration. “Fasta vass,” he grumbled, “how fucking hard can it be to find some books?”

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@lcthallin from X

It was a bizarre place to hide, well, anything, but the coin purse containing pilfered jewelry and valuables...  He didn’t have to think more than a half second before dropping it on the ground with a soft thud and kicking it under the other’s robes.  It was ludicrous enough to work and he wasn’t going to ask questions.

“New book huh?  What’s this one about?”

Time to act casual, as though he and the other elf were friends as the furious noble stormed towards them, looking for their belongings.  

“You two!”  The noble jabbed a finger towards them, making it very clear to whom they were speaking to.  “Have you seen who stole my heirloom bracelet?”

The city elf just raised an eyebrow at the noble, looking rather bored and leaned slightly toward the Dalish, speaking in Elven.  “I’ve got no idea what he’s talking about.  I don’t speak Common, do you?”

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Cole almost shied away from the pat, but leaned into it instead. He wasn’t quite used to people wanting to touch him. Another odd but welcome feeling. 

“It’s not the spirit part that’s used to cold, it’s the Fereldan part. And the Chasind part. Cold feels like home. At least, some cold does. Not the deep, deep cold. That feels like dying no matter where you’re from.”

[dcnetheimpossible]

      he’s never met an elf who made him feel short before, but here they are, thallan’s head tipped back slightly to look at the inquisitor -- who he’s yet to meet, and honestly never expected to. when he and killian had joined the inquisition, they had settle in to doing whatever they could do to help, his cousin joining the other healers, while thallan joined the scouts.      he’s curious, don’t get him wrong -- another dalish elf, so far from home, and in a position of power? but curiosity has long been tempered by hesitance and the knowledge that he could lose another person; after illia died, he’d learned to hold back on his curiosity. admittedly, it makes him seem a little stand offish, but -- well, hopefully the inquisitor will understand.   back straight, bow in hand, he offers a hesitant smile, and nods his head in greeting. “ aneth ara, your worship. “

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@lcthallin from x

“Intimidation....”  Talon gave a little shrug, not totally sold on that.  “Sometimes, depends on the person and how you do it.  I mean, really it’s more fun than anything.  Kinda useless in combat though, cuz it can get tricky to hit and either way, you’re just throwing a knife away.”

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NELRAS WAS FIRST ADOPTIVE FATHER, HE IS THE ONE TRUE DAD

OOC. No adoption papers, we settle this like men

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@lcthallin - as discussed - ((hello friend))

The Inquisitor. Teagan had heard a lot of things about the man, both good and bad. That was one thing that stayed constant in a world gone mad: there were always rumours, and they almost always conflicted. Teagan had kept his ear to the ground, soaking up as many rumours as he could until Varric sent him a letter about Corypheus.

That name still made him cringe. He thought he’d killed Corypheus years ago, put an end to someone who could have been so much trouble, but apparently, he’d failed. He had to put things right, fix his mistake and help all of those who had been damaged by it. So here he was in Skyhold, leaning against the battlements and waiting to be introduced to someone who also wanted to set the world right. Varric had said good things about the man.

Sure enough, he heard Varric introduce him as the Champion of Kirkwall and pushed himself off the battlements, trying to look a bit more professional. He still cut quite a figure, towering at 6′7″ in his armour, but the slight smile on his face, however slight it was, softened his appearance just slightly.

“Though I don’t exactly use that title much anymore, I am pleased to meet you as well, Inquisitor.” He stepped forward, examining the other man. An elf, younger than him, but with a kind face. That was definitely good to see. This world was quite short of kindness, though he felt bad someone so young had this much on his shoulders. “I came as soon as I got Varric’s letter. I am always glad to help, and considering that it’s Corypheus, it’s my duty to.”