Jan 6, 2015
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//for the sign meme "Beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure."
Cole slightly approves
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ravenofostwick replied to your post:"My names cullen, and I'm the heartthrob of...
"So you’re saying you know what the baths in the Blooming Rose smell like then?"
"Unfortunately. The recruits in Kirkwall returned to the barracks reeking of them, more often than not. How anyone can breathe through so many scented oils is beyond me."
✖ //I swear I'm working on your response but I love your Inquisi <3<3<3
Send me a ✖ if you enjoy my portrayal of my character.
Seriously? Thank you so much. You're so sweet <3I love yours as well.
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"Mighty. Vast. Across the sea. Against the time. A flame. Never doused. Each holds a part of the world. Hands cupped gently. They gave gifts. Culled war. The stars saw it all."
"Does your name help as well?"
ravenofostwick replied to your post “OutOfCompassion;; Ok so honestly I just want to write Cole...”
//no please i mean yes please I need all of this 10xxxxxx
I will seriously write this with you. I will. I will write all of the Cole dissociating and doing things that hurt himself or destroy property
"Here, lean on me."
Cole accepted the help gratefully, although he was hesitant about the touch at first; he ended up with an arm around her shoulder, leaning heavily against her as he limped back towards the camp. "Thank you," He mumbled, quiet. He might be damn good with his daggers, and fast - but when it came to defending himself, he was rather at a loss.
"This is the end. I am so sorry..."
"No, no," Cole's voice betrayed his distress, kneeling beside the Inquisitor - bleeding, breath labored, skin pale - he wasn't one for touching but he found himself grasping her hand.
"Please, stay." His voice cracked - he could feel her fading, but he couldn't - he couldn't lose another friend. Hot tears spilled down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying,
"Please."