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      ”Godiss.”

      They know each other solely by codenames. She knows him as Hellhound,       or just Hound; or maybe, just maybe – as Mr. Ford. Either way, it didn’t matter.       A soldier need not know a n y t h i n g other than what is essential to their duty.       She didn’t seem like a soldier to him; but suppose she needn’t know either.

      He acknowledged her with a slight dip of his head, a nod of sorts – though       nothing more. Something more is in order, he knew; how are you, hope       you’ve been well, nice to see you again - but she would know by now she’d       get nothing of the sort from him.

      He stood with his hands behind his back, at ease; always professional, and       never extending nothing more than the basic courtesy obliged. Not yet sporting       his all-black work gear, but rather dressed more casually; a light blue t-shirt, a       sand-colored cardigan, a pair of jeans and worn, tattered military boots.

      ”Let’s get down to it.”

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//Imma bug you again for another prompt bc I adore your characterisation yesss// Dorian staff sparring with another mage, showing off his moves for his lover, but getting distracted by them instead and paying for it.

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“You’ll have to work rather harder than that, my dear woman!”Dorian declared, easily side-stepping Inquisitor Trevelyan’s staff andfollowing up with a quick strike of his own. “I’ve been dueling other magessince I was nine years old and I simply cannot believe your poor limitedsouthern Circles would ever teach anythingcomparable!”

Dorian was all too aware that behind him, the Iron Bull hadpaused in his own daily exercises to watch the sparring match with interest;throwing himself forward into an admittedly needlessly showy, athletic aerialflip around the pivot of his staff, Dorian came up facing Bull and saw acertain primal hunger lurking in the big Qunari’s eyes.

Beata’s staff hooked between his ankles and the Inquisitorgave a great twisting heave; the nextthing he knew, Dorian was flat upon his back in the dust with the Inquisitorand the Iron Bull looking down at him with nearly identical grins upon theirfaces.

“I may not have had your education,Dorian dear, but I do know it’s better to think with what’s between one’s ears, rather than what’s between one’s legs,” she retorted, to a roar ofapproving laughter from the Bull.

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Dorian spotting Mother Giselle coming up the stair case, no doubt ready for round two of tongue lashing.

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Even in the brief amount of time he had spent in the south,Dorian had found that the sound of an approaching Chantry mother on thewarpath was unmistakable; they all wore similar footwear and despite the softsoles somehow managed to make each tread ring like a knell of doom. He expectedit was all a part of the training, along with proper nagging technique, snap judgments, and an inflated sense of theirown self-importance.

Despite the fact that she was far from the only Chantry henfluttering and pecking about in Skyhold, Dorian was not in the least surprised tosee that today’s visitor was, once again, Mother Giselle.

Leaning back against the bookshelves with armscrossed over his chest, Dorian cut her off before she could do more than openher mouth. “Let me guess; somewhere in Thedas, a Tevinter magister broke windand you’re here to blame me for it?”

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☥ if you want to rp with me

// Oh, I'd like to! Let me know if you already something in mind, otherwise we can work something out. I'm always willing to plot.

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godiss-missgodiss replied to your photo:{HALF THE MAN I USED TO BE} - a Ruber fanmix by...

really regretting not blending in the white more on his fucking shoulder guards ass ass ass i fucked up

shhhh i like it

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Once she'd heard the mumbling she'd retreated to the tent to sit beside the male. She was rather used to it now. Ruber had hated it, at least that's what his sour expressions had always said. Even now as he breathed heavy she just pushed him forcefully back among the furs. Godiss had doused the fire for the night, so she leaned on her arm beside Ruber; silent as always she waited for him to calm back in to a slumber. Godiss couldn't stop the lullaby that slipped through her lips watching Ruber.

Muse is having a nightmare. It starts with just mumbling in sleep, and in the end they cry out for help. What does your muse do?

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godiss-missgodiss replied to your post:† //HISSES//

no its okay i didnt need that heart—im sure i can GLUE IT BACK TO-FUCKING-GETHER OR SOMETHING OH GOD WHY

yuk yuk yuk