#madamiisms

[afraidofchange]

@madamiisms

  “I hate the desert,” Stamping her feet, the Seeker still finds sand in her boots, long after they have set camp for the night. The Inquisitor needed them, certainly, but it was not a pleasant decision to follow into the depths of the Hissing Wastes willingly. 

Carefully, Cassandra reaches for one boot, standing in the doorway of the tent, dumping out the remaining content of sand outside - lest she let more of it in where they intend to sleep. Over her shoulder, she glances towards Vivienne. “Is it wishful thinking to think that maybe, perhaps you have magic that can just... wish it away?”

[hillrot]

⏳

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

     “ — There’s a bright yellow flower that grows in the Imperium. One that the magisters are always grinding and brewing into potions or tonics, always threatening one another with.” He thinks it’s related to the marigold; he isn’t sure. That isn’t where the point of this story lies. “When I was nothing but an ankle-biter, I used to whine and paw at my brother’s clothes, looking for explanations for the world around us.” A moment scarcely passes before the warrior corrects himself, under his breath, “Above us,” and moves on, “He told me once, that the reason none of us had a penchant for magic was because our parents never fed us that flower when we were babes. Spent the next week picking the gardens clean of the stupid flower. Made myself sick as rabid dog.”

[aperihellion]

“ True power is torture, and fate is cruel. ”

a slight wrinkle of her nose as vivienne begins speaking that smooths slightly as the words themselves process. sera has never quite gotten along with her ( she claims that it’s only the magic but in truth she’s also slightly intimidated by the masterful way the woman commands every room she inhabits ) so the fact that she, more than most, knows how suffocating power can be hasn’t ever been something she’s considered. she’s gotten far too used to vivienne talking about things sera either doesn’t care about or is actively afraid of, so she’s gotten into the habit of just... not listening. after this realization, she might have to change that --- or listen just a tad more, at the very least. after a moment more than she’d usually give before responding, she says,  ❝ reckon it is, vivvy. guess you’d know better than that lot. ❞  sure, there’s still a bit of disdain in her voice ( after all, vivienne still possessed power ) but if it’s less than normal, well. who’s to say ?

[tethrxs]

                He fumbles for half a heartbeat. quick to make simple amends, he adjusts his cuff-links, the tightness of his gloves, and the posture of his feet. Orlesians were known to tear a foreigner apart for less and Varric   ?   He never thought he’d miss dragons .  It’s a careful position he takes among the others and making sure to grab one of those funny little trays with the drinks on them.  Not enough, not entirely enough to get through this pompous and pruning display of chattering vipers.  Maybe someone could gossip the Empress to death ; that’d be an interesting way to go. Unlikely, but interesting.   

Whoever thought bringing him here tonight was a good idea needed their skull examined, but the woman standing next to him   ?   The Iron Lady, as he affectionately refers to her as -- she was born for this, utterly in  her element with the slight smiles and soft waves, dotting on passersby with an almost upsetting air of ease.   A bitter swig of whatever obnoxious bouquet of wine is in his cup and he murmurs an aside to her,   “  Let’s hope the old proverb about the “ enemy of my enemy ” still holds true.   ”    //  @madamiisms​  ➷’d

[sexandsails-blog]

" tell me my dear, do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day? ”

Isabela leaned forward, offering the enchanter a coquettish grin when she turned her gaze upon the pirate; the gold of her bijouteries scintillated brilliantly against sunbeams.

“Oh, absolutely! Along with knitting, moonlit strolls on the beach, and drafting friend fiction that puts those shitty two-crown harlequin romances to shame.”

[asteeledheart]

@madamiisms

“are you excited to return to orlais then, vivienne?” she asks curiously, never truly able to predict the mage’s replies. just when sidri thinks she’s come to understand the lady of iron, viviennne goes or does or says something wholly unexpected and sidri’s left guessing all over again. “it might even be fun for you, hm? seeing all sorts of old acquaintances and causing all sorts of curious gazes and jealousy in halamshiral?” 

[theharellan]

✧ @madamiisms | enchanter vivienne

“ PERHAPS, and yet, it is not war that which DETERMINES who is right—- only who is left. ”

“True, though I find the victors often overestimate the extent of their victory. Even with Gaspard dead, those loyal to him remain. You know more of Orlesian politics than I, what are the chances the chevaliers that followed him will pose a problem for Empress Celene in the years to come?”

[theeternalsun]

“ you are young. life has been kind to you. you will learn. ”

meme: sweeney todd | @madamiisms | selectively accepting

      “I am older than I look, but thank you for the compliment.” her tone is almost as sharp as her smile is. It was common for people to mistake her for being far younger than she was, even if she was not what she was. Being smaller than most elves, wiry framed brought many advantage to the table. Having to deal with demeaning behaviour coming from shem’len was not one of those advantages. She follows the human closely with her black eyes, raised from her notebook. She had heard her speak and about her ideas of how the mages should be treated and taught ( and how dangerous they could be if not trained, with that she would agree, but with someone that seemed to be so ready to align themselves with a corrupt chantry? ). Were blood mages to also be put to the torch even when they knew how to control themselves? Were blood mages to be killed simply because of what they were?

Did she want answers to those questions coming from a mage that did not know what it meant to struggle with it? The priestess closes her notebook, coal drawings of a qunari child hidden behind the leather covers slowly as her attention turns to the other. She was not sure what she thought she knew, but the priestess would not use the word ‘kind’ when describing how life had been treating her.

      “You seem to know an awful lot more than I do about myself, then.” her tone is dry, her brow raising and the short nails tapping on the worn leather notebook. Her heavy tevene accent taints her words, making her ears twitch under the heavy braids. She hated it, if she could she would not speak common at all but the Children of this age had all but forgotten about the People’s language. Her eyes stay focused on the other for a couple of seconds in silence, lips twisting for a single second before returning to the neutral expression. Her fingers open the book again to the page that she was and her dark eyes go down again, continuing the drawing. She could hardly care less about what a shem thought about how her life had been until that point.