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‘ it doesn’t have to be you. ’ he hears the hurt from miles away, pulling him out of the courtyard and across the bridge. the gate guards don’t see, don’t need to. but she does. ‘ you don’t have to bear the burden. no one is in this alone; we are all scared, but we can all help. ’ no, that’s wrong, not enough. ‘ wait, let me try again--- ’

#i was aiming for your da:i verse #maybe a bit before she gets to skyhold?#somewhere along the path there-ish? let me know if this doesn't work and i'll whip up something else!#also pre-adamant #v; an unknown wrong #threads.#ohwcrden

@ohwcrden - starter call

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as it looks.” Zevran exhales slowly. “Lucky it’s not poisioned, or I’m sure I’d be convlusing by now. I’m sure this must have happened once or twice in your clan, no? I would remove the arrow myself - had I been in a position to get to look at it.”

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♦, ♕!

music headcanons ; accepting

♦ devotion or loyalty ;; be still - the fray

when darkness comes upon youand colors you with fear and shamebe still and know that i'm with youand i will say your nameif terror falls upon your bedand sleep no longer comesremember all the words i saidbe still, be still, and know

DEVOTION rhys and evangaline left him, but didn’t forget. he didn’t make them and they didn’t want to. what they faced at adamant (chipped paint on the cabinet, clutching tighter, ‘quiet and he won’t find us’, she is still and cold in his arms) is too strong to sever. he thought about following, after lambert fell, to see the mages gather, to see his friends make history. he couldn’t risk them, though, if he fell too. that is a kind of devotion, he thinks. a kind of love. he wouldn’t want to endanger them if he became a demon proper, if caring turned to carnage.

LOYALTY like varric, he didn’t officially join the inquisition, nor does he want to. if the world they’re trying to protect starts to burn because of them he will leave, with a heavy heart. he doesn’t let himself think about it too much (where would we go to keep them safe from us?), his stomach knotting at the notion. he wants to stay, he wants to help. varric and solas keep him tethered between, remind him of what’s real on both sides when he needs it. he doesn’t want to leave them. cassandra, wary and watchful, she reads to him and explains what he can’t comprehend. dorian is patient and promising, blackwall and the iron bull are protective. even sera and vivienne, when they forget what he is, care. this is his family, and for as long as it lasts, he will remain.

♕ pride or good fortune ;; flickers - son lux

and with my opened mouthi join the singing lighti can see the flickersover me the lanterns raisedlift me up

PRIDE he doesn’t feel pride the same way the others do. he is cole, compassion, and he heals happily. never for praise, or to make himself feel better, but because he’s benevolent. sometimes the helping hurts, but he would always, always, rather someone else’s malady be mended. despair is a demon that he’s willing to fight if it means someone else doesn’t have to.

but, sometimes, it’s too much, too close. a young apostate, skin stretched over bone, eyes milky white and lips cracked. their hurt is his, the real cole’s, and it’s overwhelming. before he knew it was wrong, he would bleed them to ease the pain, the way he wanted to ease his own.

he’s proud, in his own way, that he is not that anymore. it’s still hard, sometimes, seeing sunken eyes and counting ribs. the real cole reaching out. so cold, so hungry, so alone---but it’s easier to shake off. to fetch a glass of water, something to eat. he’ll think about it later, sitting atop the tavern, tearing up bits of bread for the birds. he’s dead, sort of, but he can still make a difference, stop anyone from feeling as he did.

he’s doing better, and he supposes he’s proud of that.

GOOD FORTUNE the inquisitor asks how he is, if he’s okay. he says yes, confused. how could he not be happy? if he feels the pain of others then they are free, and he can wash it away for the both of them. they don’t believe him, watch and worry and wonder. kind and caring, they wan’t him to be whole. it’s not his nature but nevertheless they nurture. rhys tried his best, but cole wasn’t ready (still isn’t quite there), but now he can himself be helped, in small ways. he considers himself lucky to have found a friend that wants to.

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PLOT: AU where Cauthrien and Adaia keep in touch through the years. Kivari grows up knowing Cauth as the "aunt with weirdly round ears" that shows Smol!Kivi how to use BIG SWORDS when little knives aren't enough. Kivi asks if she can be taught how to be tall. She can't but it's a nice try.

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Fuck me up and give Cauthrien relationships before DAO!!! Adaia remembers the wee child she met in the rebellion who looked at her like she was the hero of the world and when they meet again in Denerim Cauthrien has the exact same look and they’re just close ever since!! Cauthrien comes to visit Adaia in the Alienage whenever she’s free. She’s that cool older girl in Kivari’s life who she’s like starry eyes at when she’s wee, teaches her to be sTRONK, babysits when she can, does the ‘griffon game’ where she lifts Kivari up and flies her around the house, even as she gets much bigger bc you know Cauth never has difficulting lifting Kivari no matter how old she is. Until she returns to Gwaren and can’t be around as much, Cauth’s super protective of her strange new family.

#I love this so much you have no idea #rp wishlist #asks #ohwcrden

“ i wanna contribute to the chaos. ”

tfb lyric starters || not accepting

are you sure about that?

she asks without words, only a tilt of her head and a quirk of her brow, mischief sparkling in deep brown eyes and tugging at the corners of her lips. she had been planning the prank on her own, but if kivari wants to lend a hand...

come on then, she nods, gesturing to ohgren’s tent with one hand and hefting a handful of canvas and twine in the other.

#{ PRANKS!!! }#{ this could have been angsty but nahhhhhh }#ohwcrden