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Sweet Mythal, she swore her face was heating up to match her hair. Tauriel resisted the urge to play with her hair, or rub behind her ears in nervous habit. Instead she simply shook her head, laughing in embarrassment. “No, no it’s alright.“ More than alright. “I’m simply... not used to it, I suppose. I probably should have caught on sooner, or at least not been so awkward about it..” Tauriel trailed off, realizing she was rambling. “Sorry.”

Geez, the Iron Bull could probably have anyone in the tavern, if he wished. Why was he talking to her? Whether he was being serious or not, the Qunari wasn't known for his cruelty, so she knew he meant no ill by it, at the very least.

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IM SO SAD MAN EVERYTHING HURTS

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       Bumping her head against his again, she lets out a laugh. Her small stature   had made it hard to reach up with his face. But, magic. Magic always helps.    Pointing towards her feet, she smirks a bit. Roots coiled around her feet, giving    her a bit of a boost. One that has certainly decreased since he leaned close.           “I'm too short for tip-toes to work with you, Bull.             I only come up to your damn bosom.”

        There's a frown, arms crossing. She never forgets her size around him. Ever.

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"I'll be right back. I give you my word."

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What was the word of one called Liar? They had been separated from the others, yes. An ambush deep in the Stone by those driven to find the source of their song. Their Calling. It still made Cole shudder to hear.

The pair had fallen- slid down the slick left by the creatures and landed in a strange, cramped space. Pain shot through the spirit’s ankle, even as he lurched forward to grab The Iron Bull’s pants, fabric gathered tightly in his fist.

“No-!” Panic laced his voice, pleading, “What if they come back? Or you don’t?”

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“Who did this to you?” /im dead and dying leggO

Your muse finds my muse locked away in an abandoned building, bruised and shocked... -- { OPEN }

                            It was hard to tell who exactly had done it. Not that                            Miron had the strength to remember their assailant                            or not. But when tired eyes gloomily gazing upon                            a familiar face, the instinct to scramble out the door                            overrode answering the man standing there in shock.

                            Once hands had finally made contact with the wall                            outside their cell, they struggled to stand. All that                            progress made towards getting meat on their bones                            plummeted. Their skin now hugged their ribs, the                            noticeable dip and curve of their form giving clear                            signs that eating hadn’t been a luxury they’d been                            given over the time they’d been taken away.

                            Despite all this, despite the pain in their stomach,                            the weakness in their limbs that could barely handle                            their own weight, anger made them scream. Loud, violent,                            teeth bared and ears pulled back with a fist weakly hitting                            the wall. Miron screamed until their voice gave in, far too                            dry to let anymore but a cracked whimper escape while                            they crumbled, bursting into silent tears.

                            There was no words the elf could form to respond to his                            question. But if actions could speak, the look of relief in                            their eyes as they stumbled to crawl towards Iron Bull’s                            feet would speak louder than anything he could get out in                            a hoarse whisper.... ‘ I want to go home. ’

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missyfreakoutnow replied to your photo:I DID IT this is Tina, full name Guillotine and...

shes gorgeous :o   

Thank you!!! <3

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we’re goin dOWN

What do you mean GOIN..........

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Celine would pay bull all the compliments

all the time, at random,

no shame <3

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He hasn't slept for days. Mourning, was all he could do. Mourn, day and night- for the person he needed most. She, out of the two, was the only one who could swim. Who could save him from himself- save him from DROWNING in himself. She was taken from him too soon. Far too soon. And he was powerless to stop the dread that gripped at his heart, and squeezed the very life out of his lungs. Days were too long for him. Not even the hardest of drinks could bring him to smile again. She /was/ his smile

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

ON A LEVEL OF 0-100 THIS IS BREAKING THE METER NOT OKAY.