#lefthope

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@lefthope.

     the camp is alight with song, warm with the glow of firelight. ( keep to the stars, the dawn will come -- ) it is a chorus of hope, of dreams, an andrastian hymn as old and new as the land beneath them. the look he spares her is pointed, eyebrows hitched upward by a hair’s breadth, as if to say, now, doesn’t that seem a familiar tale?

[hiraecies-a]

@lefthope  /  VARRIC!

Hawke’s entrance is unannounced; not that it would have to be anything else, especially given that --- well, it’s not as though his room here has a door.  She’s holding two drinks and wearing a posture that’s not half as unsure as she feels.  “Hey.  Fenris had to drop enough coin in the swear jar today for Tevinter curses that I was able to get us both a drink.”  She’s mostly joking.  Fenris only gave her four copper, after all.

Sybil takes a seat beside him, looking comically large in his comically small chairs, and offers him the swill.  (  there’s so little alcohol in it that it might as well be water.  )  Her smile turns tender.  This isn’t just a social call.  She’s --- checking up.  (  you have to save everyone, hawke.  the unforgiving refrain.  )

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”  Holding Bethany in her arms and screaming / handing Carver away to die / watching Varric kill his brother.  She knows how that feels.  She understands.  She’d gotten sharp and bitter and forgotten to eat.  She’d gotten cruel with herself.  She doesn’t want him to be the same.  “But you shouldn’t be alone.”

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@screamprophecy​. 

     he has a living to make. they all do. and yet --- kirkwall’s unrest is settling down, quieting; the kind of hushed, bated breath that precedes a storm. this is as much a charity as it is a liquidation of stock, and still heartfelt. he eyes her, a proffered pastry in hand.

     ‘ you look thin, darling. ’ 

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@screamprophecy.

     ‘ makers balls -- ’ wait, should she be saying that? is that weird? is she making this weird? it doesn’t matter. ‘ come here. ’ sera gestures toward the qun, fingers tapping against her palm in a come hither motion, arms stretched upwards. ‘ down-like. i don’t mind climbing my women, but you’re absurd. ’ she’s got a perfectly normal height, she’ll have you know. perfectly reasonable. ‘ -- completely unfair. it’d take me three days to reach your tits. ’ 

[imprfct4u]

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴   :   closed   starter   for   @lefthope ! 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯   :   archery   .

“   oh   ,   i’ve   got   this   in   the   bag   .   ”   gaze   remains   averted   as   the   words   slip   ,   fingers   already   notching   another   arrow   .   maddox’s   competitive   nature   rears   its   head   after   just   one   archery   lesson   .   who   needs   lessons   when   you’re   a   natural   sportsman   ?   not   that   it   helps   he’s   already   in   an   unusually   good   mood   .   “   how   much   do   you   wanna   bet   i   hit   the   target ?   ”

[imprfct4u]

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴   :   closed   starter   for   tba ! 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯   :   run in on the street   . 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥   :   @lefthope .

bag   slung   in   the   crook   of   his   arm   filled   with   little   things   that   needed   restocking   in   their   home   ,   and   also   extras   for   his   wife   .   he's   listening   to   the   conversation   ,   or   at   least   ...   had   been   .   it   simply   became   background   noise   until   silence   practically   whips   him   back   into   action   ,   cutting   through   the   fog   .   he   blinks   ,   shakes   his   head   ,   and   lets   a   small   ,   self   conscious   smile   slip   free   .   “   huh   …   what   ?   sorry   ,   can   you   repeat   that   ?   ”   so   attentive   ,   max   .

[envmored]

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"  not  going  to  lie  ,  i  wasn't  paying  attention  .  "   bassist  admitted  bluntly  .  he  promised  his  mother  taught  him  better  manners  ,  it  was  just  that  jax  was  still  horribly  suffering  jet  lag  and  has  not  dont  anything  to  fix  it  .  "  say  it  again  .  my  brain  is  running  on  airplane  wi-fi  ,  it's  buffering  .  "

[inaday]

@lefthope.

     ‘ why don’t you sit a while, darling? ’ ( she leaves the seat open for interpretation. )