#ofkirkwall

[enchairr]

@ofkirkwall || continued from HERE.

"WHY-YYY DO you gotta be so mean t'me." To be fair, it's all an act. Starting the night with his face on the ground wasn't exactly his plan, but he isn't hurting as badly as he might fake. All he feels is an itch that's bound to disappear in a few minutes, together with whatever scratch might cross his cheeks and forehead. Besides, he knows that she would help him if he were seriously injured. Well, maybe after laughing at him and cracking a joke or two at his expense. That's what friendship is also all about.

He sits up with a pained groan, shaking his head and picking a few bits of grass and dirt out of it. "Bold a' you t' think I'd do any a' that. Where would my personality go if I had t' think 'bout what someone else'd do first?"

[tempist-a]

“ sorry, i’m not much of a ... ” he trails off, glancing over at the hulking bear of a thing that is eyeing him with what he can only assume is a guarded distrust. “ ... er ... dog person. ”

@ofkirkwall / sc.

[hcroesjcurneya]

@of-kirkwall: “ look at me. “ - for Cullen

“why! why should i look at you! are you going to come forward and laugh at me? or poke me until you get a rise out of me just like you used to do in kirkwall?” cullen snapped. he had known hawke for years, and the memories between them had never been good. this man had been the cause of many headaches, both literal and metaphorical. and while he understood it had to happen, the fact that hawke had been basically the cause of the downfall of kirkwall. 

“i’m sorry. that was unworthy of me.” his hands are shaking and he clasped them together in order to hide it. 

[enchairr]

@ofkirkwall || incorrect quotes generator starter

      “Y’KNOW WHAT they say.” He pulls at his dress, erasing any wrinkles creasing the fabric before leaning back on the pub counter and staring up at Marian. He might even go as far as pointing a finger at them after taking a sip from his beer, just to better underline his next words. “If you can’t beat ‘em, dress better than ‘em.”

[enchairr]

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine. - miles but im too lazy to switch to the right tab

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . || @godworn​

     HE GROANS in pain, but he isn’t faking it entirely. Miles did catch him off guard while he was sitting on the couch and kicking his shoes off after a long day of traveling, so forgive him if he wasn’t entirely ready for his attention-starved boyfriend sneaking up to him and biting him in the crook of his neck. An affectionate gesture, even when their teeth sink a bit too much into each other’s skin and it hurts a little more than it’s supposed to. It seems only fair that Miles would greet him back home this way, and Sy - well, he definitely won’t complain. He missed this too, no matter what his muttered swearing might let anyone else believe.

     And really, the best way he has to show Miles that he’s glad to be back is to slide effortlessly on his lap - his legs resting to the other’s sides following old and familiar paths - and push him against the back of the couch, all his weight pushed forward so that Miles has no way to escape. Or well, he could push Sy aside easily, if he wants to; he wouldn’t bet anything on it, though. “Missed me that bad?” A soft laugh, intertwined with a faraway melody. A kiss on the tip of his nose, then one on his lips. “Take me out fer dinner first, will ya, babe?”

[enchairr]

@ofkirkwall || continued from HERE.

     "NOW YOU’RE just being plain rude.” Complaints aside, he plops himself down on the first empty chair he finds, unfazed and not concerned in the slightest about the dagger that missed his face by a few inches seconds ago. By the way he moves and smiles, one’d find it hard to believe he sneaked his way into a house where he’s never been before to meet a person he never talked to, not even once. He looks too much at ease, and others might be scared by the confidence that oozes off him. Not her, though. He’d be disappointed if she weren’t a little bit different than most in this (and many, many other) regard.

     “None of that - and especially not a god, pleee-ase.” Etienne would love being addressed as such, and Sy’s sure someone is stupid enough to worship him out there. Him, however - not his cup of tea. The implications behind that one word never ring right in his ears. His legs kick the air slowly as he goes on: “You’re the talk of the town, but I bet you already know that, right?” His smile is a bit too wide and bright, but honest and friendly. And curios, in the careless way only beings coming from elsewhere know how to express. “Me, I just wanted to come and see what you’re like.”

[hcroesjcurneya]

@of-kirkwall: “ i have doubtful morals, you know. “ - for Morwenna

“what are you talking about?” morwenna asked. her head titled in response to her question. hawke was a hero, and who doubted the work of heroes? “is this because of the big chantry explosion? you do know that that wasn’t your fault right? like people knew that things were bad but you didn’t know he’d blow it up? and there’s no way you could have stopped the rebellion and all of that.” 

[kirkwallburns-blog]

"i wish there was something i could give you that would make you understand just how much i love you, but all i have is what you see in front of you. both my heart and soul are yours, valentine."

{ 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 }

@ofkirkwall

❝Ar lath ma, vhenan. Var lath vir suledin.❞Her arms are wrapped around him for dear life — and for once. 

For once — since the most horrible day — she feels happy. The rings that she had pulled from — that had belonged to her parents weighed heavily in the pocket of his shirt that she wore, loose around her shoulders.

❝I am yours — I have always been yours. Will you —❞ 

Trembling fingers retrieve her father’s ring, and closed around it in a loose fist and then she offers it to him. 

❝Be mine, vhenan. Now and always.❞