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Dick Butt 265:1 2 HB on Lined Loose Leaf 2 Hours
People of Tumblr, I give you my finest creation yet and hope that you all bear witness to the birth of a new art form. Micro Memes.
BONUS:
Sea change, Cass/Varric
19: sea change
The storm passes, and the waves guide him home. He smiles as Kirkwall comes into view. The last time he had been here, he had hated her. And now -
“Husband,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Are you alright? You look less green today.”
“Shut up,” he laughs, an arm slung lazily around her waist as she smirks.
The tide had turned, he thinks, and not a moment too soon.
[I] trusted [you] YOU KNOW WHO
3: I trusted you
He was protecting Hawke - his best friend, who didn’t owe the world shit. He was right. He was not going to apologise for looking out for his friend, especially not to Cassa- to the Seeker.
I trusted you!
Her voice had cracked. It sits in his heart, the fractures spilling out.
23!
23: sated
She is intoxicating - her smile, raw and real and his for the claiming, her laugh, free and fierce and it drowns him, her touch, tender and tough in the same breath - her heart, opened with a kiss, given without condition, enough.
He is more, with her. It is terrifying and wonderful and he would not exchange it for the world.
48, please?
48 - rampage
She is fire and steel and her shield breaks faces and her heels crush bones and she -
She loves him, and he is dying in this land, the dust choking him, and she should be at his side -
But she cannot stop until every last crystal of red lyrium is gone.
37! Or maybe 4?
4: one chance
He offers his hand, smile gentle.
She knows this is it - the edge of the precipice. She could walk away, and crush their friendship, crush everything that they had built... or she could leap into the unknown, terrifying and new and with him -
Her fingers clasp around his.
32 and 10
32: dust motes
The room above the forge has not been slept in for months, but Varric can still feel her presence - a thickness to the air that remains solid, like her. He trails light fingers over the railing.
Divine.
She truly is, he thinks, smiling as he returns to his room - no, their room.
10: righteous
Once upon a time, he thought himself righteous. The merciful sword, the protector. How times changed.
Now he commands forces in the name of Andraste, the fist of the Maker. It feels right, to be at her side. To be the sword of the Inquisition.
In action, he is more righteous than he ever was in his inaction.