cassandra "imma cut u the fuck up with my cheeks" pentaghast"
♔ ;; mfw solas asks whether cassandra is defined by her cheekbones or her faith

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cassandra "imma cut u the fuck up with my cheeks" pentaghast"
♔ ;; mfw solas asks whether cassandra is defined by her cheekbones or her faith
➔ -- walks [ we also need to rp sobs ]
[ movement and posture headcanons ]➔ -- walks
Duncan’s no warrior with hulking great sword - his steps are nimble and easy. Light on his feet, though he is no stranger to a noble’s court after all these years. Shoulder squared and head held high - he taught himself how to look the part of Warden Commander. Duncan could be called proud in bearing. It took him but a few months to learn such, and even now someone with a keen eye and intense focus on his step could see the hints of a thief in his walk. In subtle glances to the side as he walks, the agile steps and the stilled fingers. He may be noble in bearing, but he never lost that sense of shadowed swiftness of the cutpurse.
❝ You know, most people wouldn't leave a large portion of their body open in the freezing cold. I don't know what you've heard but Frostbite doesn't leave that cool of a scar. ❞
♟ nerd
nonsexual acts of intimacy...
♟ | patching up a wound
"On the plus side, it's not --"
Not Blight-infected, for one. Felix's words cut off there, though -- he can't say more than that, and his lips twist in a discomfort that he may not want to explain just yet. He is still coming to terms with life and not death -- not yet -- and cracking jokes, though he wants to --
It still feels odd. Like a dream. Like something that can still be moved out of reach by inches.
The Inquisitor doesn't meet his gaze, and Felix slides his gaze off to the side and wipes blood- sticky fingers on a cloth, the grass underneath them spotted with red.
`&& oftherifts.
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❝ ' andraste be my witness, i am never stepping foot in the winter palace again. ' ❞
so, lets do some parkour in skyhold. lets climb up to the top and jump down. there's no fall damage!
"PARKOUR --"
it'd work great, if not for the odd sensation she feels every time she leaps off of her balcony. she wonders why she always ends up back at the top.