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[trulycertain]

You're two tags for me were Cullen Rutherford and Alistair Theirin!

Thanks! *snort* I guess I really do have “a thing for awkward Chantry knights”.

[vicekings]

Étienne,

Wanted to check in on you, but couldn’t find you earlier. The meeting with your brother didn’t go well and you seemed upset, I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help.

Your brother is an ass, I should have realized sooner. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. His behavior was unacceptable and I will gladly tear him down at any chance we get. He claims he’ll ruin the Inquisition, that he’s the most powerful man in the Free Marches, but I don’t believe a word of it. He’s a snake and he’ll get what’s coming for him soon enough.

Find me as soon as you get this.

Yours, Kaiden

((prose response: for when the reply wouldnt work in a letter from the ever emotionally-repressed Étienne.))

Clutched in shaking hands, the note almost ripped as Étienne read it over again and again. He wondered vaguely if the last line was an order. He wondered if his Inquisitor would be mad if he didn’t jump to heed the instructions. He wondered if Kaiden knew. He wondered a lot.

Kaiden couldn’t have known. Kaiden couldn’t be allowed to know.

Étienne exhaled, and he waited.

It was not long before a pounding hit the Eyrie door. Étienne stayed put, frozen in place with the letter still in hand, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. The door wasn’t unlocked anyways, Kaiden would figure that out soon enough. He’d barge in, and Étienne would slip the mask of indifference back on, and he would fall back into a comfortable apathy he’d trained long and hard to be able to reach.

Except Kaiden entered sooner than expected, and the walls Étienne had tried to rebuild were shaky and cracked in the foundations. It would only take a look to set himself off again. Not looking forward into becoming a mess in front of his Inquisitor again, Étienne buried his face into the pillow and crammed his eyes shut. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t-

There were gentle footsteps against the stone floor, and then the shifting of the mattress as Kaiden sat next to him. Étienne bit off the bitter ‘go away’ that hung on the tip of his tongue like a criminal at the gallows, and he let Kaiden settle next to him and take the letter from his clenched fist. Kaiden set it away on the side table before holding Étienne’s hand and rubbing his thumb slowly over his palm.

“We ca-” He began, and Étienne squeezed his hand and shook his head.

“This is personal. You’re not tearing him down. The Inquisition is not tearing him down. The Maker is not tearing him down. So long as I draw breath, none but me get to do that.” Étienne growled, the tremor he’d expected to hear in his voice completely absent, replaced with only ice.

Étienne rested somewhere near pure fury as he squeezed Kaiden’s hand again and pushed himself to sit up. “This is personal business. I and myself alone will rip him to shreds and tear that smirk off his damned face. Not you, not the Inquisition, not a party of Leliana’s agents. This is my blade to bloody.”

His voice cracked. His mouth went dry. Kaiden’s hand curled into Étienne’s hair, and a thumb stroked at the wetness on his cheek, and Étienne realized he was crying again.

(( Send my OC a letter from your OC))

[ourinquisitorialness]

pavass replied to your post “so I bought Overwatch, for exactly one reason and one reason alone,...”

what platform are you playing on??

I’m playing on PC, the Americas server! For now I’m gonna keep my friends list just to people I know, until I get a bit more confident with the game, but if anyone’s interested in playing with me, I’ll make a post at some point down the road once I’ve settled in so people can add me as friends. :D

[vicekings]

Ⓐ for Kaiden? c:

Étienne on Kaiden

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours

[vicekings]

♒ for Etienne and Kaiden? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Granted, it’s not the first time Étienne’s woken up in a new bed with a new partner and a wine-hazed memory. Or perhaps it’s the sex haze? He can’t remember how sober he was last night, but he can remember the feeling a warm body against his, the sharp heat of every bite he pressed to his partner’s neck, the gentle way his partner rubbed his smooth thumbs in circles at Étienne’s stubbled jaw. There’s no taste of vint rose on his lips, no whiskey drag in his throat. Just the smell of sweat and sex in the air, slightly covered by the burning of rose-scented candles.

Étienne’s got his lips to someone’s neck. Shaved hair tickles at his nose, and the chest his arm is thrown around is rising and falling slowly with the even intake of breath. Vaguely he feels his arm resting against four sharp scars on his partner’s side. Even after pressing a kiss behind his unknown bedmate’s ear and breathing in deeply, it still takes Étienne opening his eyes and shifting back to see the bright fluff of his Inquisitor’s auburn hair and the smooth lines of his tattoo to figure out who he’s bedded.

When he realizes it, he can’t bring himself to mind.

Maybe he should be scared. He can’t remember how he fell into bed with Kaiden. He can’t recall why he’s wrapped around him and holding him like a child would cling to a doll. But there’s a crinkling of dimples at Kaiden’s mouth as he smiles in his sleep, and suddenly answers no longer matter. Kaiden’s hair is soft and fluffy when Étienne brushes his fingers through it. Étienne tickles his thumb lightly over Kaiden’s chest and then wraps himself a bit tighter around his Inquisitor.

Étienne’s never really understood why Kaiden would want a Lord Protector. Here, Étienne can’t help but be filled with a need to fulfill that role for him. So he settles back in, and he kisses his Inquisitor’s neck, and he lets last night flow back to him as he contents himself with mapping out every scar on Kaiden’s body with his fingertips.

The sun is rising through the stained glass windows, and Kaiden will need to be woken up soon. But for now, Étienne will let him get his beauty sleep. He wants to take some time to study his face freely.

“You’ve got the type of face bards sing songs about, mon cher.” Étienne remarks softly to himself.

Kaiden smiles a bit more in his sleep, and Étienne follows the curve of his lips with his thumb.

(Send me a ♒ for my muses reaction to waking up in bed next to yours)

[communionnimrod]

Sometimes I just get very overcome by feels over my Inquisitor Nikolas, and @pavass‘s Inquisitor Kaiden.  We ship them so hard.  And I can’t resist it when my feels turn into words.  Because then this happens.

In this slight AU with them, Kaiden is the Inquisitor proper, while Nikolas is more just a mage within his party~~

Nikolas was quite taken by the Emerald Graves.  It was one of the prettiest areas the Inquisition had established camps in, and one that was a bit more pleasant to trek through as they searched out various items and closed rifts and all that.

Admittedly, it was considerably less pleasant when they were fighting a damn giant.

Bull seemed to be having the time of his life, laughing happily as he ran around the creature’s huge feet, dodging swings of its club and retaliating with his huge greataxe.  Nikolas couldn’t help but snort in amusement at how practically giddy the qunari sounded.  It was no dragon, as Bull had been happy to point out multiple times, but apparently brilliant nonetheless.

Less gleeful, but just as intent in darting around and hitting it, before dodging and moving back in, was Cassandra and Kaiden.  Meanwhile, Nikolas and Vivienne remained further back, providing the magical support they did best.  It was a system that seemed to be working pretty well, surprisingly enough.  They still had a ways to go, however, because once the giant had stood back up from the knee it had collapsed onto, it seemed more aggravated than hurt.

Nikolas twirled his staff, setting up a rather powerful fireball spell that hit the giant smack in the middle of the chest.  There was an explosion, and the giant staggered backwards a few steps, before regaining its balance.  The stumble was enough of a reprieve though, and the strength behind the fire caused the mage to grin.  In front of him, Kaiden glanced back and whooped loudly, a matching grin on his face as well.

The gaze made Nikolas’ heart leap up into his throat, and his smile only got brighter.  It had been but a week since he and the Inquisitor had confessed to each other that what was between them was not merely a dalliance.  Nikolas had felt the strongest pull to Kaiden for ages now, and the two of them had grown pretty close, but he had never chalked it up to anything serious.  He hadn’t wanted to let himself, anyway.  But what had started as a relaxing cuddle in Kaiden’s quarters at Skyhold (which really should have been his first clue, looking back on it) turned into unplanned confessions of love.

That same man, standing a little ways before him, that had confessed his love a week ago, was about to get hit something nasty by the giant’s club.  How a giant could essentially sneak back up on them was anyone’s guess.  Nikolas noticed, though, and his eyes widened as instinct kicked in.  Dropping his staff, he ran forward as fast as he could, ignoring the shout from Vivienne behind him.  He watched as Kaiden’s face turned from happiness to confusion, to realization as he started to turn around.

Nikolas held his breath, closing the distance and colliding forcefully into Kaiden, which sent the Inquisitor crashing to the ground a few feet away.  Nikolas breathed a sigh of relief, mere seconds before hearing Kaiden shout his name, followed by a painful hit, and then darkness.

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Kaiden couldn’t scramble off the ground fast enough as he watched the giant’s club smacking Nikolas in the side and sending him flying.  The mage shot back like a rag doll, slamming into a tree a few yards back and falling to the ground.  He wasn’t moving.  Panic set in.  Completely forgetting about the foe they were facing, Kaiden ran, slipping on a patch of thick grass and almost falling as he scrambled over to Nikolas and fell to his knees hard next to him.

“No no no no no,” he muttered, vision blurring with the tears welling up in his eyes.  He tugged Nikolas into his lap, trying to elevate him, patting his cheek gently in the hopes of waking the mage.  Nothing.  Panic set in and Kaiden let out a noise of distress.

“Nikolas,” he urged, wiping away the smear of blood on Nikolas’ temple.  He turned the unconscious man’s head to the side gently, trying impatiently to find the source of the bleeding.

“Inquisitor,” Vivienne was calling out behind him.  Kaiden wasn’t sure how far away she was.  Far in the distance the sounds of battle still emerged, as Bull and Cassandra rallied their strength to take the giant down.  Kaiden no longer cared about any of that.  Nikolas wasn’t waking up, wasn’t stirring or reacting.  He was breathing, but that really wasn’t much of a comfort.

“Nikolas please, please wake up,” Kaiden urged again, breathing more rapidly as he started to panic.  

Swallowing, he pulled one hand away and glanced at it, flexing his fingers and trying to channel some of the magics deep inside him into a healing spell.  A little bit of hope blossomed in his tightening chest at the pale light that emerged from his palm, and he pressed it against Nikolas’ temple and closed his eyes, focusing even harder.  He had been practicing with Nikolas over the past several weeks at strengthening what he had inherited, seeing if it could become something Kaiden could actually use.  However, his concentration failed him and the light faded almost as quickly as it had come.  

As Kaiden pulled his hand away, there was no difference in Nikolas’ condition and no sign that he was waking.  He felt a tear slide down his cheek and he shouted in frustration.  Why did it have to fail him here, when he needed to use it the most?!  

“Inquisitor, please,” came Vivienne’s voice, from directly behind him.  A hand was on his shoulder and Kaiden jumped, whipping his head around to gaze up at her in desperation.

“Let me help, Inquisitor,” she requested patiently, beginning to kneel and shift closer.  Kaiden desperately didn’t want to let go of Nikolas.  He was worried if he let go, that would be it.  He clutched tightly at the fabric of Nikolas’ battlemage robes. “Inquisitor.  Kaiden.  This is my duty as a mage, let me heal him.”

The force behind her voice, and the fact that it was more of a demand than a request, snapped Kaiden enough out of his panicked state that he nodded and let go of Nikolas.  Vivienne moved in, setting her staff down at her side and holding both hands above Nikolas’ chest.  Kaiden shifted back some, standing on wobbly legs and just staring, watching as the enchanter weaved and utilized her magics much more effectively.

The moments felt like hours, and behind them the giant fell.  Cassandra and Bull were upon them immediately after, but Kaiden didn’t have the strength to lift his head and look at either of them.  His wide eyes were still glued on the unmoving face of the man he had fallen in love with.  Even after the healing magic that Vivienne was applying, he was not responding.  Eventually, the light faded and Vivienne signed, standing, sweat glistening on her brow.  

“We must get him back to camp,” she informed them all, voice weary. “I have done the best I can to stabilize him immediately, but he needs more attention.”

“What do you mean more attention,” Kaiden demanded, voice cracking.

“We must get Nikolas to the healer’s tents, Inquisitor,” she repeated instead of explaining. “Quickly now.”

She nodded to Bull, before reaching down to retrieve her staff and wipe her brow.  Bull moved forward, squatting and picking Nikolas up, as Cassandra focused on bringing Kaiden’s thoughts back around enough for them to all make their way back to the nearest Inquisition camp.

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Kaiden was pacing back and forth outside of the large healer’s tent at camp, getting increasing frustrated and worried that they would not let him in.  It had been a good hour since they had returned, and no one who had entered the tent had come out.  The person attending the tent kept preventing him from entering, with a conflicted look on her face every time.

“Listen,” he finally said, at his wits end.  The attendee’s back straightened instantly. “I am the Inquisitor.  You will not keep me out of this tent.”

“Yes, but-” she began, eyes darting timidly.

“Let me in,” he repeated.  There was a part of him that felt bad, she was just doing her duty, but that was overshadowed by his concern.

“O-okay,” she nodded, stepping out of the way.  

“Thank you,” he managed, storming past and throwing back the tent flap.

Vivienne turned around quickly, before her guarded expression melted into disapproval at his entrance.  Kaiden find he didn’t care in that moment, though.  He looked past her, seeing where Nikolas was stretched out on one of the larger cots, a mage on either side of him.  There was some burning incense, and the two mages were muttering under their breath as they worked.

“You should leave them to their work,” Vivienne whispered. “Respectfully, Inquisitor, they do not need the distraction.”

Kaiden ignored her, walking past and dragging a chair over next to Nikolas’ head.  He was out of the way of the mages enough so he sat down and leaned his elbows on the cot, tears filling his eyes again.

“Come on Nikolas,” he whispered, voice quivering.  Reaching out, he brushed Nikolas’ blond hair off his forehead, trying to ignore the lack of warmth to his skin.

For the next two hours the healers continued to work, until the color came back to Nikolas’ skin and his breath began to even out.  The mage still did not wake, but even Vivienne seemed pleased enough with the improvement and progress in his vitals that the outcome seemed good.  Kaiden barely held back a sob of relief.

“He just needs rest now, Kaiden,” she said, having dropped the title in such a sensitive and intimate situation.  She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I suggest we do the same.”

“I’m fine,” Kaiden responded, shaking his head.  There was no way he could sleep.  He did glance back at Vivienne and offer a slight smile, though. “Thank you, for everything.”

Vivienne pursed her lips at the Inquisitior’s refusal to get rest, but nodded and patted his shoulder before exiting the tent.  The healers followed, leaving Kaiden alone with his unconscious Nikolas.

“You idiot,” Kaiden huffed quietly, tugging the chair down some and leaning back on the cot, reaching for Nikolas’ hand.  He threaded their fingers together loosely, running his thumb across the back of Nikolas’ skin. “That was supposed to be me.  Why in the world… I could have handled the hit fine, even if I had gotten hit.  Why were you dumb enough to get in the way like that?  Your armor can’t handle that kind of attack like mine can…”

Kaiden shook his head, shoulders slumping.  This was all his fault.  He shouldn’t have gotten so distracted during the battle.  He shouldn’t have… He shouldn’t have let this happen.  He bit his lip, forcing back more tears, and brought their joined hands up to his forehead with a sigh.

“I can’t take it, seeing you like this,” he whispered, distressed.  A few tears fell down his cheeks. “You need to wake up Nikolas, so I can yell at you for being such an idiot.  You need to take care of yourself, not me.  Never me.”

“That’s… where you’re wrong,” came a weak, dry voice.  Kaiden froze, head jerking up and eyes wide.  Nikolas was looking at him, eyes half open and a weak smile on his face.  The hand in his squeezed slightly. “It’s always you, Kaiden.  It will always be you.”

“You’re an idiot,” Kaiden sobbed, grinning in relief that Nikolas was awake.  He couldn’t keep up his anger when all he wanted to do was pull the man into his arms.

“Yeah, but you love me,” Nikolas retorted, trying to laugh and wincing as it turned into a cough.

“Maker help me, I do,” Kaiden sighed, getting up so quickly that the chair he was sitting in fell backwards.  Nikolas just watched as Kaiden leaned over him, releasing his hand to cup his cheek and kiss him gently.

[thereluctantinquisitor]

pavass replied to your post: [[MOR] So… someone just tagged my DORIAN x...

how…. how did this…. ???????

haha I have no idea