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@quiisquiliae || Alaric Trevelyan

     WITH THE INSANE AMOUNT OF bedrooms in this house, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t looked into renting one out before. Of course, Brandon had not been pleased about having to share “his” floor going forward, but he was just going to have to deal.

     At the knock on the front door, she gave the living room one quick look-over to make sure the biggest mess was nowhere in sight, and headed down to open it for her potential new renter.

     First impression? He was a lot taller than she had initially expected. Smiling, she took a small step back to both be able to look at him more easily and to give him space to step inside. “You must be Alaric Tre… Trevelyan? Am I saying that right?” She held out her hand. “My name is Lill…” She heard the sound of footsteps behind her on the landing and glanced over her shoulder. “And that is my brother, Brandon.”

     Said brother had made an attempt at a casual lean against the wall, which was a little undermined by the fidgeting he was doing with the hem of his hoodie. To Lill, it seemed like her brother was trying to look anywhere but at their guest.

     “Come on in,” she said, now completely getting out of the way and opening the door further. “You can follow Brandon.”

     The younger Redding seemed to flush a little at the sudden attention on him, but pushed off the wall nonetheless. “Right, eh… Living room is here…” He mumbled, going ahead of his sister and their visitor.

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@chasindtrevelyan || Elias Mason

     IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE her problem.

     At first, it was just Cullen: watching him come undone, day by day, trying to fight his way through lyrium withdrawal with nothing but stubbornness and grit. She hadn’t known how bad it could get. Not until she saw it with her own eyes. The sweats, the shakes, the apparent pain, the fact that he sometimes seemed to lose complete track of what he was saying. And the silence… Maker, the silence. No one had a clue how to help. Or if they did, they sure as hell weren’t trying. And once she’d seen that… she couldn’t unsee it.

     She told herself she was just being curious, just trying to understand. But the truth was, it got under her skin. The more she learned, the more it pissed her off that no one had done better by people like him. That the Chantry fed Templars poison and then left them to rot the moment they tried to walk away.

     So now? Yeah. It was her problem. Because someone ought to be doing something, and she figured that someone might as well be her.

     Which is how she ended up outside the infirmary, knuckles tapping once on the doorframe before she let herself step inside.

     “You’re Elias, right?” she asked, scanning the room until she spotted him. “I think we’ve got a few things to talk about.”

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@quiisquiliae || Talon

     IF ANY OF THE CUSTOMERS at the club could see what kind of Mom Mobile she drove, she would never be taken seriously ever again. But when it came to the safety of her girls, she refused to compromise. Even though her Honda CR-V basically screamed Mom Car. Loudly. And now her loudly screaming Mom Car turned into a parking spot in front of the building.

     Carefully, she slid out from behind the wheel and made sure not to stand on a crack in the road before putting her full weight down on her heels. She had not had time to change out of them. Or her work clothes, for that matter, though they were hidden underneath her long coat. She glanced down. Okay, maybe save for the glittering tights peaking out from underneath it. Though those went great with the stripper heels.

     She had thought she was going to be late, but when she stepped onto the sidewalk, next to what she assumed was another waiting parent, there were no kids in sight yet. “No rampaging hordes yet?” She asked, trying to find her balance on the crooked sidewalk.

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@quiisquiliae || Alaric Trevelyan

     IF ONLY SHE HAD PAID more attention to her surroundings. If only she hadn’t stopped to dig the map out of her backpack. If only she hadn’t had to give up her staff for safe passage across the Waking Sea. If only… Did it matter? She was there. Unarmed. Set upon by bandits. Probably about to lose the last of her possessions and the few silver coins she had left. And that was if she was lucky. If she were a little less lucky? She might also lose her life.

     She could channel her magic without it, of course. But they were too close. If she tried to set them on fire now, she would either burn herself along with them or the forest around them. Though by then, she was convinced she had no other way out.

     The very second she started to call on her magic, her hands steadily heating up, one of the bandits went down, and she immediately let go of the threads of magic she had called up, twisting around to see what had happened. Where the arrow now protruding from the man’s neck had come from. And whether she was going to have to defend herself against someone else as well.

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@astrallad

     THE MOMENT SHE HAD STEPPED out of the bar, she had a feeling like someone was following her, despite the fact that, when she glanced back across her shoulder, there was nobody there. Still, she picked up her pace, though she now regretted not switching out her high heels from something a little more comfortable and practical.

     She was only a few blocks from her house, when she finally did see a flash of someone behind her, quite obviously trying to keep up with her without seeming like they were trying to keep up with her. And he looked familiar as well. The man had been thrown out of the bar on more than one occasion for getting a little too friendly with the girls.

     So he started walking faster. As fast as her four-inch-heels would take her. Which wasn’t nearly as fast as she wanted. So, when she stumbled and only barely managed to catch herself before falling flat on her face, the man was on her instantly. His grip on her wrist was too strong for her to pull herself out of.

     “Let me go!” She demanded, trying to pull herself free. “I will scream.”

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@reformed-serial-killer

     SHE HAD SPOTTED HIM FROM where she was working behind the bar. A lonely, brooding-looking - quite handsome at that - man, nursing one bourbon after another. She had wondered what was going to happen when he would decide to get up, and whether he was going to be able to even stand on his own two legs, but by the time she had gotten the attention of one of the security guards, the man had disappeared.

     When she finished her shift an hour and a half later, and had said her goodbyes to the other girls, she stepped out into the alley behind the bar and almost stopped dead in her tracks when she saw she was not alone. The man she had spotted before was also standing outside.

     “Oh…” She said, finishing putting her things into her purse and zipping it shut. “Have you been out here the whole time?” She furrowed her brow, stepping a little closer. “It’s freezing out here!” For a moment, she pursed her lips, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She had been told off over and over for being this friendly to strangers.

     “Are you okay? Do you need something?”

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Continued from here with @nerdplay

    SHE PRIDED HERSELF ON BEING a great gift-giver, so when Abigail’s birthday was coming up, she knew EXACTLY where she would find the PERFECT gift for the woman who LOVED reading everything Discworld, yet was also interested in the scientific side of things. She had made sure that Abigail didn’t already own the book she was looking for, having made William her little helper in searching the bookshelves in their house. When she got the confirmation that The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch was nowhere to be found, she immediately set out to buy a copy.

     Unfortunately, the one copy this bookstore stocked was so far out of reach that she didn’t even think she would be able to reach it if she jumped for it. She was so focused on trying to get to it though, that she hadn’t heard someone coming closer and she DID jump when a sudden voice was at her shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry!” She chuckled. “I didn’t see you coming, you scared me.” She followed his glance up at the book she was trying to get to and stepped aside, to give him space to reach. “Thanks, life’s not easy when you’ve skipped your growth spurt.” She accepted the book and quickly scanned the text on the backside, watching him reach for a different one from the corner of her eyes. “Pleasure, gift, or academics?” She asked, turning her attention back to the young man who had helped her.

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@freedcmscall

     SHE HAD BEEN SO SURE that she had traveled far enough to the east that there was NO POSSIBILITY of running into anyone that could know her. Most mages at the Tower weren’t allowed to travel this far, and those who were would not be looking for her themselves. The templars might have been looking for her if they didn’t still think she was with the Warden. And her parents didn’t LIKE traveling this far. So she had felt at least somewhat safe.

     So when she had stepped into the local brothel - she had learned one very valuable survival skill from someone she had encountered on the road, and that was to stay in a brothel if you have a choice, for the people who stayed there knew the value of discretion - she had frozen in place as her gaze had slowly moved across the faces of those already there and had fallen onto one familiar.

     The moment of panic and the urge to turn and run passed fairly quickly though, when she realized this person was MOST DEFINITELY not a pursuer. In fact, she was FAIRLY CERTAIN that this person was in the exact same boat as she was; attempting to stay ahead of the Chantry and their Templars.

     Still moving carefully, eyes flitting left and right to make sure that there wasn’t anyone else who WOULD want to drag her back kicking and screaming, she walked up to the man. “Anders?” Her voice was low, attempting not to draw any attention to herself and the other mage. “Is that really you?”