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[taleswrit]

two blood mages walk into a bar.   one adopts the other and they kill people together

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     boxers were pulled on, a half-burned cigarette abandoned on his ashtray and a condom haphazardly thrown on the floor. it smelled like smoke, sweat, and sex in the room, all of which quincy savored but easily tired of. there was a need to air out, to ease his nerves. it was too reminiscent for his liking.  “ you want some water? “  his bearings loose, heavy stride took him to the door, and something akin to a smile was offered to elena. he wasn’t normally this beat up over his rounds of fun, but because it was elena, it was different----and he couldn’t figure out why. the door cracked open, and the heavy air seeped out.

     @lysandi  |  starter call.

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lysandi replied to your post: “My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a...

alright but please consider: waking up early to WATCH said troops training at the asscrack of dawn

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V. The Savior of Ferelden

Maric didn’t want to be under the deck anymore. He was tired of being inside period, he needed the fresh air even if he needed sleep. He stumbled up the stairs of teh ship, not accustom to ships or sailing. But the moment he hit the deck and the fresh, yet salty, air hit his face he took a deep breath in. He was far too weak for his standards and it bothered him that he probably couldn’t even hold a sword right now. 

Thirteen years.

That’s how long he’s been asleep. He remembered groggily waking up from time to time, suspended in the air or forcefully fed food to keep him alive. But otherwise, he had no memory of anything. Apparently, he had been put into suspended animation, a magic used to control his life from aging and used to heal him easier. The mage was clear in what happened but it shook him slightly. IT was too long, far too long and how much has he missed.

The sound of someone caught him off guard as he quickly went to the defensive, trying to grab a sword only to remember he wasn’t carrying one. But then he reminded himself he wasn’t in danger anymore. These people had helped him, and when he looked up to see who it was he remembered her name clearly. Elena, she’s the one who had helped him. “I thought you would be asleep,” He said as she shifted and leaned up against the railing for support.

@lysandi [ starter ]

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@lysandi liked for a dragon age starter

He likes Skyhold at night. It’s quiet, peaceful, and he can see the stars from how high they are upon the mountaintops. Everyone sleeps, and it’s a welcome respite from the chaos of the fortress during the day. Spending almost his entire long, long life belowground and alone really didn’t help him deal with social niceties, so it’s...good to bask in the silence. That, and it’s good to see the stars again. He’d missed them. 

But he’s not alone, apparently, and he sits up from his spot lying upon the battlements near the mage’s tower to wave at the woman genially. “I see I’m not the only one up late,” he notes amiably enough. Even if he’s normally not one for conversation, he’s seen her about. She smells of grave dirt and blood -- so she interests him.

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❌ JEALOUS & ⚡️ ANGRY

ardyn’s emotions | accepting

❌ JEALOUS

Jealous Ardyn is...he tries not to show it obviously, but he gets sarcastic and irritable very quickly. His words are sharper, and he’s quick to be a little nasty with his comments. He just gets very grumpy, expressing that through large amounts of bitter sarcasm.

If he can remove the object or person in question from the situation that’s making him jealous, he will at the soonest opportunity.

⚡️ ANGRY

Angry Ardyn is someone you want to fuck with.

He gets very very quiet and still, and his voice is quiet and cold as ice. His eyes harden and though he’s still polite, there’s a sense of impending doom. His demeanor is like the eye of a storm, calmness before destruction. He never gets violent with his anger, but he’ll certainly cause a great deal of harm in other ways to those who wrong him.

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    [ there’s little reaction to the complacent nature of the       woman’s behavior; she would almost scoff in response       to the observation; it’s as absurd as it is crude. ]     [ she isn’t wavered by it, as she doesn’t care; she       answers the question with a question of her own;       she has no desire to bother explaining. ]

        “that really doesn’t matter much.                 does it?”

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@lysandi

 If both of them are too tired to function in their daily lives, im laughing at how they would both act in a hospital together from the photosynthesis post.