#rel. cornelia

[crowstrikes]

✏️ (Cornelia)

Send ✏️ and I'll generate an incorrect quote between our muses // @bloodlaurel // cornelia

Lucanis: Are you drinking enough water?

Cornelia: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Lucanis: I haven’t lost my virginity.

Cornelia: Because you have no friends?

Lucanis: No... because I never lose!

[themortalitasi-arc]

Cornelia Free Space: Can have an in-depth talk about spirits, demons, and The Fade.

"Perhaps we could have this talk over a cup of tea? Somewhere quiet, perhaps the gardens?"

[themortalitasi-a]

REVERSE + [ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly (Cornelia Thorne @bloodlaurel)

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non-sexual acts

Emmrich stepped back from his stance with an indignant huff, irritation flickering across his face. Perhaps it was an overreaction, but in that moment, his pride stung. More likely, it stemmed from the mounting stress weighing on him—a small team tasked with facing not one, but two powerful elven gods. The sheer enormity of their mission sometimes felt suffocating, and Emmrich wasn’t immune to the pressure.

He had requested Cornelia’s assistance with blade work, knowing full well there might come a time when he’d have no choice but to wield a weapon. The thought of being forced into close combat—especially with something as vile as a darkspawn—without the energy to cast defensive magic was enough to push him to prepare. But sword fighting was far from his forte, and it showed. He didn’t enjoy it in the slightest.

"I am quite aware of how to use a blade," he snapped, though his frustration wasn’t truly directed at her. After a brief pause, he sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he relented. "Apologies. I understand this is quite different from dissection."

[dicethrow]

"So, Crow, I heard that you all have tattoos to say which house you belong to...where's your's?"

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"I don’t need a tattoo to announce I’m from House Dellamorte," he replied, idling running a finger along the rum of his coffee cup. He spoke with a calm tone but there was some pride intermingled with undertones of anger. "My reputation under Caterina’s guidance spoke for itself."

There had been a tattoo once—a simple crow skull, its hollow center marked with a bold "D." It was stripped from him, though, during one of Calivan’s twisted experiments for Zara. A cruel joke, no doubt, meant to emphasize that he was no longer a Crow but a prisoner.

Perhaps he’d have it redone someday—after Zara was dead.

"But the real question," he added, not wishing to share such information and instead change the focus from himself, "is where Viago’s is."

[themortalitasi-a]

❝   i, for one, cannot recall any good coming from something powered by murder.   ❞ @bloodlaurel (Cornelia Thorne)

@bloodlaurel | dragon age: absolution prompts

"While the act of murder is indeed horrendous and a regrettable loss of life, the work we do seeks to preserve a fragment of that life within the remains left behind. So many souls would be forgotten if we rendered their bones to ash, but by maintaining them, we sustain a harmonious connection between the body and the Fade. This allows spirits to help restore that lingering hint of self. In this way, my friend, they are not truly gone."

His expression grew solemn as he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt and jacket before adding, "Unless, of course, the individual in question was remarkably nefarious and sinister. Only then might we cremate their remains, as we would not wish any semblance of their presence to endure. That, however, is reserved for only the most extreme cases."

[themortalitasi-a]

"... so I may have burnt it." (Cornelia Thorne)

@bloodlaurel | cooking prompt

Emmrich crouched down to one knee, using the other for balance as he carefully wafted away the lingering smoke and quelled the embers that threatened to consume the last remnants of the paperwork. Fire spells, so close to valuable documents—perhaps not the wisest choice, but fire was an effective weapon against the many foes.

Unfortunately, it had also taken part of their investigation with it. Still, there might be other clues nearby; they only needed to search more thoroughly.

"You ought to be grateful that Neve wasn’t around to witness this," Emmrich quipped, as he sifted through the charred remains. He picked up a partially burned page, squinting at the barely legible writing. Most of it was too damaged to decipher, but one name stood out clearly enough to draw his attention.

"Zara," he muttered. "The page bears Zara’s name."