#ourdawncomes

[blightoath]

@ourdawncomes: "How old do you suppose they are?" Bruno asks, gesturing with his chin towards an agent bearing Ghilan'nain's vallaslin. "They look about my age. Could be, uh, let's say two thousand. What do you bet?"

Feyn looked up from his mending, first to Bruno, then to the agent he'd gestured to. They'd met briefly--polite, aloof, like most of the folk here when unfamiliar with each other. Bruno was a bit of an outlier, but not one that he minded.

Rubbing at his jaw thoughtfully, he hummed. "With that hairstyle?" He tutted, shaking his head. "Three thousand, minimum. So last millennium."

He struggled to keep his grin in check, so instead turned back to the shirt in his hands. "Didn't you hear? Undercuts were all the rage two thousand years ago. It's finally coming back in style."

[nobroth]

starter for @ourdawncomes [gorim]

"Sooo... she mentioned that she got sentenced to go into the Deep Roads alone to fight the darkspawn," Alistair says slowly, his head tilting at the dwarf at the fire next to him, seemingly having settled in with them for the night. "Do the dwarves not... worry about doing things like that? I mean, with the darkspawn. The Taint. What do you all do if--"

"I mean, I know she was sentenced to death or whatever," probably too light a tone for the subject, and Alistair grimaces at his own fault before barreling through. "So I guess they didn't expect her back. But why don't more dwarves Join the Wardens? If you fight the creatures all the time? What do you do if someone comes back sick?"

[avrorean]

@ourdawncomes. ❛  I knew a moment ago, but I have forgotten.  ❜ (cole)

" 𝒯hat is fine, Cole. "

Chin resting in her palm, Nanna watched the strange boy roll a thousand feelings behind his eyes. It wasn’t of much consequence; Nanna had started to find the flow of things when they spoke, and the turns his attentions took when something pricked his nature. Best to let him follow where it leads him, she found.

It brought to mind another spirit she had known once in Amaranthine. Near as kind, and just as eager to help.

" How about you tell me what you are thinking of instead? "

[chiefambassador-archive]

one-line starter for @ourdawncomes​ !

“lady inquisitor,” josephine takes a moment to really look at thora, her eyes soft. “how are you—really?”

[altusmage]

MUNDAY MEME 

@ourdawncomes asked ;  ⚪ white - what drew you so much to your muse?

me: *is a big ol’ flamboyant queer*  dori: *is a big ol’ flamboyant queer”  isn’t it obvious? xD

nah, jokes aside, although I think that was part of it, I also find dori a very interesting character. there’s layer’s to him, and it’s fun to work through and figure them out as I’m writing him ?? he’s not perfect, but he tries. 

also he is 1000% my type of guy so uhhhh I definitely obsessed over him for a looong time before actually writing him. >.>

[fadedancer]

@ourdawncomes​ | Short form starters | Accepting

"I am uncertain why the Inquisitor thought it best for us both to undertake this mission. Our skills do not... necessarily align.”

[seahaloed]

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine. || @ourdawncomes​

“That’s a very pretty shirt, Hawke.” Shepard smoothed the cotton over herself with a warm grin, “It’s a little simple for Hightown though, isn’t it?” Came the other’s wonder and Merrill was as observant and as right as ever. It was rather plain, extremely so in fact.

“That’s why my mother had it embroidered,” she told the other, wandering over and dropping beside Merrill on the bed where she was sitting, bouncing her slightly as she held the sleeve out towards her. “The shirt was my father’s...” she explained with a tender expression. “Between Carver and I both being as tall as we are, when he died it would’ve been a waste to throw them out and well they’re really all we had left of him.” She added, giving Merrill a warm look. The detail work was fine and well done, and the few shirts she’d saved from Lothering served as a salve for Shepard, but she knew it was just a painful memory to Leandra.

(shepard wondered how much of their father leandra saw in them and how she carried that grief.)

“Well, they suit you, and they’re a pretty color too.” she could see an edge of pity in Merrill’s eyes, but the other mage’s gentle gaze warmed Shepard’s chest from the dull ache and kept her mind from wander too far into the past.

Finally and with a sharp inhale, Shepard sat up properly. She poked Merrill gently in her side as she rose, grinning brightly now as the melancholy passed. “Come on, I offered to take you shopping and we’ve sat inside all day dodging the heat,” Shepard laughs, sniffling once with a watery tone she was thankful that Merrill ignored, and wiped the threat of building tears in her eyes.

[felandaristhorns]

🧠🧠🧠

For Every 🧠 I Receive I Will Reveal One Fact About My Muse

Fenumin has been bitten by more snakes than he cares to admit, for all people seem to think he’s something of a snakecharmer (or rather, perhaps, that the snakes have simply accepted him as one of their own). He takes care to ensure he never scars from the bites: at this point he’s more concerned with scarring than dying, as he doses himself with so many antidotes and antivenoms on a regular basis just as a standard precaution.

Like most of Dirthamen’s agents, Fenumin’s memory is startlingly acute: he can recite most of his recipes from memory, recalls nearly every purchase made at any given one of his “shopkeeper” undercover positions, and never needs instructions written down; he will always remember them after they are first recited.

On the other hand he loses so many apprentices to poison-related stupidity (they either die or nearly die often enough that he dismisses them) that he no longer bothers remembering one idiot from the next. He couldn’t tell you which fool broke that vial on their foot and lost the foot as a result. Ailis is more worthwhile, anyway.