#m;isabela

[foxymuses]

"Isabela, if I bat my eyes really pretty, will you let me win at cards?" Hawke batted her eyes all the same, hopeful that it might work. (I couldn't find a meme that worked so have a random line?)

isabela hums, leaning back in her chair at the hanged man, feet kicked up on the table and her cards lazily but carefully held up in one hand and a drink in the other. an arched brow as she peers over her cheatfully winning hand, amused grin on her lips. “what, planning on using your feminine wiles to charm me into giving up trade secrets?” a playful wink. “you may be attractive, hawke, but i like winning.”

[worthyfate]

@ircnwrcught  liked for:  isabela for lorena

“the alcohol here is terrible, hawke,” the pirate comments as she downs her second glass of ale at the hanged man. it may be awful, but it’s cheap, and it does the trick well enough. still, isabela gives the other a grin, turning to lean against the bar. “when i get another ship, i’m taking you to antiva.” she offers a laugh, gesturing for the barkeep to get her another pint. “you’ve never been drunk til your undergarments are hanging off a mast and everyone’s cheering your naked climb.”

[foxymuses]

@onlyliberty sent  ☝ from this meme (accepting!) for isabela!

“i’m gonna steal his hat, can you distract him?”

[foxymuses]

“If I tilted my head just right, I couldn’t even tell that it was irreparably damaged.” / anders to isabela?

isabela scoffs, mildly irritated at the damage to her dagger’s holster -- what, she’s allowed to be sentimental. she’s had these holsters for years now, a gift from the man that taught her to duel. and sure, the blow that caused the damage didn’t injure her since the holster was in the way, but her lack of injury only means she’s alive and well enough to be annoyed. and she understands that anders is just trying to be a positive thought here, and the rogue appreciates it, even if it only lessens her frustrations some.

giving the mage a look, brow arched, her usual sass displayed clearly across her features to mask the irritation, she responds with a teasing, “tilt your head more and you’ll get quite the view, love.” she spins her now holster-less dagger around her fingers. “be sure you can dance with blades in the bedroom before you take that chance, yeah?”

[foxymuses]

“This by far has to be one of the ideas that falls under ridiculous and stupid, but yet I’m here helping you anyway.” ( For Isabela :) )

isabela just lets out an amused laugh, spinning her dagger around her fingers. “of course you are, love, i know how to have a good time.” dagger stops so she can prod the other in the chest. “and you, inquisitor, are in serious need of a good time.” she offers a wink before standing from their hiding spot, slipping her dagger back into it’s holster. “alright, there’s our window. coming?”

[foxymuses]

❛ nope, there is no right way to say this. ❜ - astor to isabela

the pirate heaves a sigh before patting astor’s arm -- cautiously, but with that sort of carelessness that isabela has. “then try this, darling -- don’t say anything.” what’s that, advice from the rogue? well, hey, sometimes she has good ideas!

[foxymuses]

@throatkissed liked for da muses ---> isabela

she’s at her usual place in the hanged man, shamelessly challenging all that pass by to a duel that none are willing to take, when she catches eye of the other. throwing back the rest of her drink, she grins widely. “hawke! just the man i was looking for,” the pirate exclaims, despite the fact she wasn’t looking for him at all. “word on the wind is there’s a lovely prize calling our names just outside the city.” a wink and a nudge with her elbow. “i say we take two for the road, gather the surly ones and varric, and go claim ourselves a nice bit of gold, yeah?” 

[foxymuses]

“These are actually some nice paintings. If we don’t find the treasure, maybe we could sell them to a museum.” -- Astor to Isabela

isabela hums, fingers tapping against the handles of her daggers as she considers the paintings. they’re nothing special, and not really her style for stealing, but they would fetch a rather nice price if they haggled right. luckily she knows people. an amused grin as she glances back at hawke. “or, love, we could find the treasure and sell the paintings.” eye returns to the bland painted landscapes, depicted far more beautiful than they actual were. “not to a museum, though. let the stuffy nobles admire our hard work?” nose crinkles slightly. “some contacts in antiva would pay handsomely for these.” the woman turns away from the artwork with a brow raised, spinning a dagger in her hand. “but let’s find that treasure first, right love? important prizes first.”