#ofhighever

[viintcge]

@ofhighever liked for a starter ✧

     ❝ Why are you here ? ❞

     The Inquisitor watches Lillian with a curious expression on her face. Her arrival helped soothe an ache in Elyse's chest that she hadn't realized was there. Her advisors did what they could to ease her worries, but they'd never understand the burden that had been placed on the mage's shoulders. They couldn't imagine the insurmountable fear she felt.

     ❝ I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but... aren't you TIRED ? ❞

[thieirin]

@ofhighever​   said   :   [ laugh ]   /   accepting   !

times   were   dark   ,   it   was   more   than   easy   to   get   down   on   oneself   and   stay   that   way   .   while   most   people   in   their   merry   band   (   namely   ,   morrigan   )   were   annoyed   with   alistair’s   attempt   to   keep   spirits   high   ,   he   was   happy   that   lily   was   giving   his   poor   excuse   of   a   joke   a   chance   .

“   okay   ,   i   have   another   one   :   what   did   the   duck   say   when   she   bought   a   lipstick   ?   ”   pause   .   “   put   it   on   my   bill   !   ”

[glowyapostate]

@ofhighever​ SAID: “  oh,  there you are.  i’ve been looking for you all afternoon.  ” DON’T HUG ME I’M SCARED ( 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. )

“ ALL AFTERNOON?  Must be  very important business,  or perhaps you missed my company that much? Either way I’m flattered I’m needed that badly. “

[korcariapostate]

@ofhighever​ // liked for a short starter !!

        ❝ you have amassed quite the FORCE to deal with the darkspawn . ❞      a chuckle .

            ❝ i hold no judgement -- you have helped me when i required it , and i am more than happy to follow you into battle . but i must wonder -- what ever shall happen to the world when the archdemon lays slain ?  have you even considered ? ❞

[seahaloed]

@ofhighever​

“You know that’s quite a thing you did in Amaranthine--” Varric praises. He has a thumb hooked into his necklace, humming in thought. “I remember when we got news that Amaranthine had come under attack in Kirkwall, my brother damn near had a fit--” the laugh is vaguely hollow, but Varric manages to patch the hole in it with a charming grin.

“No small task keeping a city even of that size in one piece I imagine, and all with the weight of rebuilding the Warden forces in Ferelden? Best-selling novel stuff right there--” he continues with a grin, releasing the grip on the gold ring to extend a hand towards the Warden-Commander.

“Varric Tethras, it’s a pleasure.”

[shieldfavored-blog]

* « ❛  @ofhighever​​​ ( sc )

𝐀  𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐌   .  the  bleakness  of  the  fade  ,  the  deep  dark  unrelenting  fear  .  he  wasn’t  made  for  this  .  traipsing  about  like  he  knew  the  place  ,  like  it  wasn’t  some  scarier  version  of  the  deep  roads  .  was  that  how  that  thing  got  so  big  ?  feeding  off  the  fake  calling  of  the  wardens  to  gluttony  .  a  disgusting  prelude  to  the  enrapturement  of  his  own  damned  self  .

at  least  darkspawn  didn’t  take  over  peoples  minds  .  still  ,  it  was  a  wonder  he  had  survived  it  long  enough  to  find  a  corner  in  the  . . .  what  even  was  this  ?  goop  ?  water  ?  he  hated  the  fade  ,  with  its  demons   &   spirits  just  waiting  to  be  demons  ,  approaching  like  they  were  ready  to  feast  .  on  his  bones  no  doubt  .

❛   alright  . . .  guess  you’re  wanting  your  chunk  of  man  meat  next  .  come  get  it  .   ❜   he  stands  at  the  sound  of  footsteps  ,  sword  drawn  at  the  ready  . 

[victoryrite]

      “  i  have  no  doubt  blood  will  be  spilled  here  tonight.  ”      /      @ofhighever​      ❤’d

[bxynjolf]

recovery.

⇨.  ╱ ╱ cont.

@ofhighever​

      Time would toll faster than he’d thought. Aimless pause had loosened once taut muscles----had he’d always been so tense? He’d donned stress with broad shoulders, shoulders than now flexed with idle stretches. Brynjolf had little interest outside Guild matters; after all, what time did he have to lollygag about? Mercer’d have his head before----

      The thought was struck short, a fleeting grimace momentarily shadowing roguish features. There was nothing to be done now. There was no more he could do nor that he could have done. The notion brought bitter bile to his tongue, yet as with his anger, he swallowed it back. Feet fell silently against cold wood. Rare did he rise with the dawn. Oft he preferred sleeping through the first rise of brilliant light, electing instead to lumber out late in the morn. Now, however, he sought a distraction from prying fears. 

      Bonnie thing had done her damnedest for him. Aye, he’d be aching for awhile. No matter the care, with such little movement, one would be a wee bit stiff. Admittedly, the languid pace he took to now felt embarrassingly arduous. Not that the Nord would confess such. Still, his head held high. Auburn locks fell in untidy tangles, errant strands framing emerald eyes. Once dulled from vexing poison, irises now darted about with acute interest. With no blade offered, his Nordic blood shined proud with the full beard matching that fiery shade of hair. 

                                                ❝ Lass? ❞  

      There was pause in his coarse voice. Strange, that very same hesitance anchored him just shy past the threshold. He’d not wish to trespass. Not this time. Oh, the hilarity in that irony wasn’t lost to him. Lazy smile in tow, the former Second of Thieves tilted his gaze towards the approaching footsteps.