#meredith speaks

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suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

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Worth of the Well | closed

She was in over her head. There was no doubt in her mind. Currently, the woman stared at the outside of the house, her eyes looking up at the damnable boer goat up on the roof. How it had gotten up there, she would never know. With her rucksack slung over her shoulder, the former captain looked around the property she now owned; deed in hand. What on earth made her think that she could go from the life of luxury, do a few years in the King’s army and fight his wars, only to come back to this?

Hells below. She had heard from the previous owner that everything that was at the house was everything she owned. Animals included. Though there were very few by the looks of it. The only other things in sight were the little brick and wood well in front of the house and a laundry line. Her horse who followed obediently beside her let out a nicker, and for a moment, she thought the little bay horse was mocking her.

“Its your home now, too, sassafras.” Her voice was barely audible between the two as she made a face at the badger-faced filly before pulling her forwards and through the gates that kept the property fenced off from the rest of the wood. Had she not had the instructions, she would’ve absolutely not noticed the cottage was even here. With a long sigh, Meredith tied her horse to the hitching post before walking up the rickety porch steps to the door. The large, iron key in her hand was the only thing that could open this door (other than a swift kick or even just a forceful shove, it seemed). 

It unlocked with ease, and she only briefly stepped inside so she could toss her things down. She locked it back up before putting the key in her hip pouch. Returning back to her mare, the woman removed the saddle bags, all the armor plating, and everything in between, save for her bridle. With a bit of a leap, did the brunette pulled herself up and onto the mare before turning her towards the rest of the property. 

“Alright, Prim. Nothing crazy, please. Let’s just get around the property, check what needs to be done, and then galumph back here and get some food for you, eh?” She patted the filly’s neck softly, giving her a few scritches before riding her off and through a paddock down the way. From how hazy it seemed, there should be a river or pond nearby. She would have to hunt and fish for her food until there was growth from her garden or at least until she could make a trip to the nearest town. 

This should be easy, right?

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Things truly were not going as well as they had originally thought. Though...how was saving the world from possible destruction ever easy? Especially with only two Grey Wardens, two rogues, two mages, two warriors, and last but not least, a Mabari? Today was one of those days where Meredith wasn’t sure that things would be going their way. It all seemed to be in shambles; she was at her wits end. 

Arl Eamon was sick, they had to defend the city from the undead; they needed to go to Kinloch Circle and ask for help from the mages and/or Templars; it all seemed impossible to do at once. The woman sat at their camp, hand rubbing at her temples as she looked over the map. They had already spoken to the Dalish as well as made friends with Orzammar...she just wasn’t sure what all else they were going to do.

But, as a body came near, her eyes flickered up to find that of her fellow Warden with an offered plate of food. Meredith gave a soft shake of her head, declining what was put beside her politely. Despite the ravenous appetite she usually had, all the stress was making her stomach churn with anxiety. 

“I’m surprised your bowl isn’t full of mostly cheese...” she chuckled softly, seeing as though Leliana had whipped up an easy potato soup. Although it smelled delicious, her mind was somewhere else. 

     @worldevoured | starter call 

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@savingthrcw asked | ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

A yelp rang out in the camp, teeth sunk into her bedroll as the mixture of...whatever this tincture had in it. Meredith could feel the sting for a good long moment, but soon enough the pain ebbed away and left her feeling numb. A soft whimper and other sounds of discontent leave her as she releases the blankets from her jaws.

"A little, Neria? It feels like you poured acid into my wound..." she groused out, looking up to see the other. Her vision doubled and a wave of pain-induced nausea filled her senses. "Gods...what even was that?"

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@widogastswebofwords asked:  “ that’s my emotional support knife collection. ” (Rowan to Meredith)

The warden raised her brow in curiosity from the entrance of his tent, her lips pursed in quiet judgement. Brown orbs flickered from the large quantity of knives and then up to the elven male. “Uh huh. Right.” She enters the tent this time and crosses her arms over her chest, debating on what to say next. 

“You know...when Alistair said you practically had a ‘barrel full of knives’, I didn’t take him seriously. Maybe a few swords here and there from our enemies...y’know...back ups and all.” She pinches her brow, though, and a bit of soft laughter leaves her lips as she shakes her head. “You and Zevran, I swear...” Shaking her head a bit more, Meredith peaks her head out the tent and to the crow across the way. “At least get a trunk with a lock on it, yeah? The last thing I want to happen is if you and Zevran hash it out over who has what weapons, alright?”

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@widogastswebofwords asked:  “ you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck!  you scared the shit outta me. ” (Rowan to Meredith)

His reprimanding was nothing she wasn’t used to. The young Cousland woman just sat still as Morrigan knitted her flesh back together with her ever surprising gentleness. Once her work was done, though, Meredith let her head loll to the side, taking everything he said in stride. 

She was about to interrupt with something along the lines of ‘could’ve, but didn’t’ or ‘it’s part of the job’, but when he cursed and voice of his fear that something might have happened to her? That was new. The woman looked up to Rowan and sat up straighter this time, with difficulties, of course, but nothing she didn’t earn. “I never thought I’d hear you say something so nice to me.” Teasing at first, Mer lifts her head to find his familiar features, giving him a reassuring look before it grows serious once more.

“Rowan...you’re the leader out of all of us. We have all agreed to you being Commander. There’s no one here who deserves it more. With that said, you’re the priority. If that means I do what it is in our oaths, then I shall gladly sacrifice my life for you. You’ll be the one who will live on, who will recount what we’ve lost.” Her eyes close as she pushes herself up to stand this time. 

“It is my job to protect you...and I will do that until my last breath. I know you’re capable of defending yourself, but so was Duncan...and now he’s gone.” Closing her eyes, the human begins to run her hands through her hair. “You deserve to find happiness with Zevran once all this is over...I will make sure you get the happy ever after when all the shit we’ve gone through is over and done with for good.”

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@not-born-heroes asked : “ of course i remembered. ” - Cavin/Meredith

Everything was difficult. Her first week without them, month, and now this? Meredith hid in her arms, curled up into her knees by the fire as she held herself tight. With her faithful Mabari, Fang, ever constant at her side. He gave a bit of a whine and tried to nuzzle his master to try and get her out of her funk, but the young woman just didn’t have it in her. Not today. How was she supposed to do any of these important days. 

Her hound gave a low boof, though, as footsteps approached. The young Cousland raised her head to turn her head away and dismiss whoever it was coming towards her. The words she wanted to say weren’t even articulated before her heart stopped. The voice came from Cavin. And he spoke a short and simple phrase that she was sure would go unspoken this year. Two words she wasn’t expecting anyone to say.

Happy Birthday. 

“You..remembered?” Her voice was soft, barely a croak. She had been crying for a good hour or so previously; the frog in her throat the result of that, now. Wiping her reddened eyes, Meredith watched as he sat beside her and reassured her that he, of course, remembered. Tension bled from her face as she giggled softly, sadly, and leaned her head against his shoulder. “You have no idea how much it means to me...”

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@not-born-heroes asked : WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. - Cavin & Meredith

She swore she only closed her eyes for a moment; truly, just a quick flutter of her lashes and that was all. Brown orbs finally did open with a start; the Warden could see that stars were high in the sky. Shit! She was supposed to be on watch with Cavin! Meredith almost sat up with a start, but when her body shifted infinitesimally, she felt his head against hers, and instantly froze in her tracks.

Her head was in the crook of his shoulder. He was resting against her, just as she was him. From the corner of her eyes, it seemed he was asleep, but he could just be resting as well, taking in the day’s trauma activities. There were plenty of times where she had been on watch and just meditated and compartmentalized everything that happened within the hours. Maybe he was doing the same?

They had been talking about their early years, reminiscing about their past and talking as if they had never been separated, despite the fact that they were really on opposite spectrums when they were growing up. He was a squire, a Knight in Training. While she was training as well, her job was more important. Learn politics, be boring. Play the Game and do it well. And she hated every moment of it. But it was always a blessing when they could spar with one another or sit in the mess hall and joke around, despite the fact they probably shouldn’t have.

But, it was all a very grounding thing. It relaxed her, made her more comfortable, and apparently, was much needed, for she fell asleep pretty quickly, and stayed asleep a lot longer than she normally did. Very softly, did the brunette softly lean her head against his shoulder a bit more, nuzzling softly against the fabric of his tunic, a wordless thank you, as she closed her eyes once more.