#notching arrows

[dragonagedmage-archived]

Look into my eyes

Send ‘Look into my eyes’ and my muse will bold what they see

| Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity| Greed | Desire (he may have seen one of those looks. maybe) | (Boundless) Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth |Intelligence | Experience | Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust |Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold |You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless |You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious| You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure (too good for this world :P) | You’re noble |

@notching-arrows

[ass-sass-sin-archived-blog]

"It's either this or you sleep in the tub." (I just want to see the reaction.)

Talon just raised an eyebrow and laughed.  A choice between sharing the bed, the bath tub or the cluttered floor?  He had mentioned to Athos at some point that he grew up on the streets, right?  

“What, is that a threat pretty boy?”  He teased the other lightly, smirking.  “Cuz if it is, it ain’t much of one.  That bathtub’s more comfortable than some of the places I’ve slept before.”

[astaariit-blog]

☽ // the nightly wanderings of a troubled elf, t-b-h

Send Akaari things | not accepting

☾ = being found shirtless .

    Akaari was never an easy sleeper, spent far too many nights alone in the wood to find it easy to simply lay his head and will himself to slumber. Most nights were just this, wandering the grounds of Skyhold in the emptiness, comforted by the lack of others that always bustled amongst the daylight. It was almost peaceful in a way, though he was never more than a single thought away realizing that the peace was merely temporary. The world was still threatened, the looming destruction hidden in the thick scar in the sky. 

       He hadn’t expected to run into another, least of all the Inquisitor. He could not imagine the sort of thoughts that tangled within his head when the Qunari was riddled and he was but a follower. “You’ll catch a cold,” He mumbled as he joined him upon the balcony, eyes gentle as he regarded him with some means of worry. Pulling at his own cloak he draped it gently upon his narrow shoulders before leaning against the railing. 

      “Curious isn’t it? Just how we can all sleep so easily when we have a war ahead of us.” His bright sienna gaze flickered up to him, pursing his lips. “We’ll win though, so I imagine no one is too worried.”