#purestlyrium

[fulluponcrazy]

🌺 [[ My Herald verse, if that's okay? ]]

Alistair grins before he can help it. “Many thanks, my lady,” he offers in return, followed by a bow. It’s hard to include much gravitas in a bow while seated, but he makes it work. “To what do I owe the honor?”

[sorceressofsass-moved]

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Hadn’t enough tragedy happened in Hawke’s life that she knew better by now?Why in the Maker’s name had she let an eleven year old go to a meeting between mages and templars on her own? It had been so important to Amaris though. And Hawke, not wanting to draw attention as the Champion of Kirkwall, had let her go alone. However unwilling and small her part had been, she had helped cause the explosion of the chantry in Kirkwall. 

She wouldn’t be far of course. Just outside, hovering in the shadows and out of sight. For the past four years she had been helping displaced mages wanting only freedom and their families. Amaris stayed at her side after Kirkwall, continuing her training as a mage. Though Hawke often thought how much safer she would be at Varric’s side. 

She would have liked to be at his side too.

Of course, that had been another reason to come. His last letter stated he had been taken to the conclave by the Seeker Cassandra. 

And then the Temple of Andraste exploded. It was not too unlike the chantry at Kirkwall, a giant beam of light splitting down its center and cracking the foundation. Shock rooted her to the spot, gripping at her bones and shaking her to the core. But she was forced to move if she wanted to stay alive and find Amaris.

Why in the Maker’s name had she let an eleven year old come here alone!?

The debris was still settling when she found her. The Fade ripped through the air and for a moment she was worried that more demons would pour out. She had defeated a half dozen in her search so far. Whatever had cause the explosion hadn’t been natural. 

Instead, Amaris stumbled through the rift. Hawke flew to her, catching her as she fell, and held her close.

“Amaris, Amaris,” she called, already calling on healing energies. Maker, please, just this once. Just this once. Let me save someone.

[couslandknight-blog]

"Please, no. It’ll be fine. It’s not as bad as it looks. “

“It won’t hurt, I promise.” Roland had had a hand in training the new squires at the castle and, more often than not, they had a way of getting themselves hurt in the strangest of ways. Roland hadn’t been so different himself as a lad. “I promise that I can fix it all up before you can count to ten. What do you say?” He smiled at her encouragingly. 

[bransonford-blog]

@purestlyrium

“D’ya know if your Dad is still terrified of chickens, Amaris?”

[sorceressofsass-moved]

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“Amaris.” Unlike the thousands of other times Kaitlyn had said the young girl’s name, it no longer held the same loving tone. Instead, it was dry and monotonous, devoid of feeling. “Do you need something?” She had only recently returned from Skyhold and was aware that news of her Tranquility was traveling in whispered rumors. She cared not and did not think it important to break this news to Amaris herself. It was only coincidence they had met within the fortress now, though she figured she was bound to with how small the place is.

[grimhealing]

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“Those big eyes aren’t going to help you” he tried to glare back, refusing to give up the treats from the kitchen. But even heartless as he seemed to many he had a soft spot for children. 

[sorceressofsass-moved]

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Amaris has started living with me. I’m afraid I’ll fail her, or that the templars will come and take us both, or... there’s a million things that can go wrong. And she’s still upset about her mother. My friends have tried to help her too, but she’s young and she saw the templars take her. I wish I could’ve done something. What good am I as a ‘champion’ if I can’t save a little girl’s mother?

I took her to the market in Hightown the other day and got her some new clothes. We had a lot of fun and it was good to see her smile. It feels nice to do something positive with my money. I know she misses her mom, and I’m not a replacement, but I want to be there for her. She’s so precious and she has so much potential. 

I wonder if this how father and mother felt when we lived in Ferelden? I wish mother could meet her. She would love her so much. Carver would too, but she would probably drive him insane. I’ll have to write him about her.

It’s strange but I feel like I can turn my life around with her here. I don’t want to be at the Hanged Man as much because I know she’s here and I know I have to lake care of her. And I want to take care of her. I don’t want her to grow up like Bethany and I did, but Kirkwall isn’t the safest place either. I just hope that I don’t fail her too.

[bransonford-blog]

"Darling don't cry."

Branson looked up, recognizing the girl as the one Cullen had taken in.

“Oh, Hey Amaris.” He forced himself to smile, and ruffled the girls hair gently.

“Who’s crying?” His eyes felt swollen. He hadn’t had a right good cry in awhile. “not I.--Not anymore.” He picked up his ‘niece’ and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“not when this pretty little girl is around!” Branson grinned. “Lets go get you a cookie, or ten. If it spoils your dinner, oh well. Its one night.”

He’d been crying over memories he should have long since forgotten. That part of his life was over. Megan wasn’t in his life anymore. She didn’t deserve him. Not after what she pulled. Cheating was one thing he refused to tolerate. If that meant being a bachelor for the rest of his life, so be it. He ended things after he caught her. Tore him up, even to this day. though he tried not to let it show, he was afraid of being alone.