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Silence

@qsarrae Over the course of a few weeks Tavis had become more and more bored waiting for their next excursion. In the meantime he had been all across the fortress, and had heard some curious rumors. Apparently there was a woman in camp who was a sex worker, and she never spoke. He wouldn’t have given it a second thought but the way they spoke about her concerned him. His best friend was a sex worker, so the job itself wasn’t about to upset him, he wasn’t a prude, but he had an unsettling feeling in his gut that he couldn’t ignore. And from how they spoke it seemed that she didn’t have a literal voice. Apparently she was in the refugee camp. His friend was a rich courtesan who had hardly any worries, and she had the luxury of power. What power did this woman have? He worried about that. Tavis listened to their description of her while pretending to organize the inventory. Tavis rode out to the refugee camp in search for someone that fit her description. He brought fresh loaves of bread that he stole from the kitchens and sat by the fire, handing them out to everyone. “Is there a woman here with deep grey eyes like a morning fog, short black hair and a wicked smile?”

#qsarrae #~silence #imogen #im

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Send ???? and my muse will blurt out any questions they’ve wanted to ask yours || Accepting

“... Is it weird that there ain’t really any burning questions I wanna ask you?”

#he's coming up with blanks tbh #like there's shit he knows he doesn't know about her #but he's also perfectly ok not knowing #and the thought of asking never really occurred to him?#qsarrae

Dress Me Up Like One of Your Orlesian Boys

@qsarrae Val made his brother tea in his quarters before setting about the task of steaming his outer robe for the day. The wrinkles were atrocious, and he couldn’t stand wrinkles. His brother Tay may not have had a single concern for his own appearance, but appearance was most of what Val's job had become. While looking through their recruiting reports, Tay scoffed. “A seamstress. Why the hell would we need a seamstress. We’re a fucking military base.” Val stopped what he was doing like a pretty but equally terrifying ice sculpture. His eyes slowly trailed to where his brother sat, then he threw on his robe and ran to the other side of the room with sparkles in his eyes. “A seamstress?!” He grabbed the papers from Tay and looked at where the seamstress was set up. “Apologies brother! I must be off.” “What the fu-” Val didn’t let his brother finish and rushed off to the seamstress’ location. Before he knocked on the door, he straightened his robes. He was wearing bone-white under robes that covered the skin from his neck and to his knuckles. The outer-robe he was wearing was the color of a robins egg, with intricate Dalish embroidery that his father made especially for him. He was lucky that he styled his hair before leaving the room, or he would have looked a mess. His hair was dark brown, but in the right lighting it was pitch black. It reached his lower back and there was a decorative comb nestled at the side of his head. The comb had an engraved lily on it. Val patted imaginary dust off of his wardrobe and knocked on the door.

#dress me up like one of your orlesian boys #qsarrae #imogen #//Val apparently can't calm down about fashion #//his brother is sitting there faceplanting into all of the paperwork he now has to do by himself

A Colorful Adaptation

@qsarrae As soon as the din of Skyhold died down, Solas took that opportunity to continue his painting. The ease in his brushstrokes were much clearer with prolonged silence and that silence was the only way for his existence to feel concrete in such a fast paced world. Every noise around him faded into obscurity as he slowly shifted his weight atop the ladder, the ravens and sparse footfalls turning into white noise. His senses were focused solely on a point, an angle - a sparse hint of color to refresh a bleak landscape. There was a soft creak of wood as he descended the ladder and that only partially took him out of his focused state. His attention was glued to the composition before him, because of that he was not paying any attention to his surroundings. He bumped into something solid but soft and spun on his heel in reflex, looking down at a person who very clearly did not just arrive. “My apologies.” He regarded the person with a questioning look. “May I help you?”

#qsarrae #~Imogen~#~a colorful adaptation

✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great, ✢ I like your character, ✣ I like the way you express your muse, ✦ I like seeing you on my dash , ❇ I love the way you write, ♥ (Your choice) I should probably stop taking extended breaks so we can actually write together again.

Le Meme || Accepting

HI HELLO I MISS YOU TOO MY LOVE HOW ARE YOU

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Language of It’s Own

@qsarrae Tavis was alone on his journey for so long that he lost track of the days. He wasn’t used to traveling alone, it was strange and made him a bit cross with his direction. There was no actual fear, he could handle himself, but the absence of people made him question his purpose for moving at all. He was supposed to go to the Inquisition and help restore the world. Simple enough, but he didn’t trust large organizations under the chantry to restore anything. He was putting himself in a lot of danger - going there. He hoped that it was worth the risk. Not far along in the distance, he spotted a caravan of humans, most of them looked starved and like they were camping, hovered around a fire with frigid desperation. He thought long and hard about how unwise it would be to approach them. I likely should keep my distance. He absently tapped the tattoo on his chin. It was still afternoon when he made his way into the forest. His bow was just newly fixed by the nearby clan so he could hunt with ease, as was his spear. The hunt he set out upon would have only ended with one meal, but he had the caravan in mind and carried on until sunset. They looked hungry and it wasn’t as if he was in a hurry. He had the skills they did not, he grew up with the harshness of nature which bit and bruised the inexperienced, he could give back with a meal. Tavis walked up towards the caravan, some rabbits were on his belt and in a large burlap sack he carried a small ram over his shoulder. He huffed from the long walk before thumping the ram onto the ground before the bewildered starving humans. “You seemed hungry.” He offered, eyeing the the travelers faces. He tried to hide his exhaustion, offering his most friendly smile. “Perhaps we could share a campfire? I’ve brought the refreshments.” He addressed a man who looked most like he was in charge, but the man seemed wary.

#qsarrae #~language of it's own #dirth'asha #imogen #{I hope this works XD}