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[seahaloed]

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“Listen... Claptrap--” Varric was writing, not even looking at the man before he took a pause to stretch his tired hand and shift the quill into the other to keep going.

“I love you more than anyone in Kirkwall, you are one of my favorite humans after all,” the grin came easy as he scrawled his letter “Even if you drag me up and down every mountain every chance you get, but it’s also the exact reason that I don’t know if I can be convinced to go to a place named the Bone Pit with you.” Varric signs the vellum with a flourish, taking a moment to dry the ink.

(he settled back into his writing chair, tugging on his ponytail a moment. aw hell.)

Who was Varric going to convince that he could say no to Hawke?

"Who else is going with you?" he finally asked, fingers laced at a rest on his stomach as he slouched in the chair a little.

[vvarhorned]

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“Those lovely little gas canisters, what do you call them?” Rim inquires, peering at the Champion with a wonder and curiosity that would be infectious if it wasn’t the fact that she was rather large and imposing - not to mention the horns.

(her thick starkhaven accent did little to make her less intimidating)

“Have you considered having them enchanted?” she then intoned curiously. “Some modified Winter magic could easily make them time sensitive” she added in wonder.

[seahaloed]

(sleep)

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Henrik had been dozing for the better part of three hours. The sun had set and he made a nice cocoon of furs and finely woven blankets in bed for himself. 

(the candle wax overflowed from it’s tray)

He appreciated Olly trying his best to be quiet, but eventually he sat up, hair sticking up at odd angles, but with a sleepy look of affection nonetheless. His chest felt warm at the sight of the other. Henrik, of course, was patient with the other up until Oleander finally made it into bed. The researcher took it upon himself to loosen the ties that kept Oleander’s hair neatly back and glide his fingers into the strands for a few moments, breathing through the tender silence in time with him.

“I tried waiting up for you” Henrik eventually hummed, fingers working gently against some tangled strands.

The two spoke for an hour longer in low voices, mostly about their days and their frustrations regarding them, until they laid back.  Blowing out the candle as they settled Henrik ended up neatly tucked against the other, Olly’s head eventually coming to rest heavy on his chest.

(henrik never knew that weight could be so calming)

“Good night--” he whispered, gripping at the other gently, fingers coming to rest intertwined with his. 

[rcyalflvsh-a]

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He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes. He thinks again of the screams that must have come from his clan members... from his son. He can’t do that with out feeling ill, and it sets him back again from standing and leaving the tent.

(he doesn’t want to even know what time it is now, how long its taken him to get on his armor in the very least)

It’s not too bright out when the flaps to the tent are opened by Irrick. That unfortunately means perhaps Visus hadn’t slept for nearly as long as he thought. He flinches and turns away, face pressed against his knees and the feathers littering his armor puffing up a little as he hunched over. The letter is still in front of him, accounting that his family has been wiped from the earth. “I’m going to put a fucking arrow through that Duke myself” he rumbled, voice croaking from how long he’s been crying.

[rageissms]

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“No.... you can’t make me get out of bed” Shepard whines back at Dog who is licking her hand and wiggling his tail wildly. She shuffles further beneath her blanket before hearing a familar gate and she peeks through the blanket to Rigel before sighing and heaving herself up, pulling the sheet with her and off the working women beside her.

She had stayed in the Blooming Rose last night if only because it beat going home at this point. And yes she also partook in having sex.

(it was a few hours where she felt less hollow)

“DO we have a job or something?” she intoned, stretching and back popping. She felt around and pulled her shirt back on after a few tries of picking at the sheet and clothing that was too small for her to fit in. “Pass me my pants?” she asked, gesturing to the chair.

“Also never bring Dog here again”

[flame-of-ostwick-archive]

Okay but what about Lasair and Darrick for the ship meme

Send me a ship and i’ll rate it | Not Accepting

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nope / not exactly / it’s okay / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

//Lasair and Darrick would be super cute/sexy/hot together….just saying… XD Fighting dragons and saving the world–what’s not to love??

[makers-amellody-blog]

For Owain: 💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. (*continues cackling*)

@rogueishcharms (sorry this one isn’t as good; I couldn’t bear to think of killing any one of the twins TT_TT )

She was on the battlements when it happened. First she heard the bone-chilling roar of Corypheus’ dragon, then a loud, shattering boom like a chorus of thunder. Large pieces of Adamant fortress suddenly fell away, crumbling down into the sand below, followed by a sudden flash of bright, green light and then both armies of Grey Wardens and Inquisition soldiers watched as the dragon wrenched itself from the debris and deserted the fortress for the safety of the sky.

The Inquisitor and his companions had been scrambling across the collapsing bridge towards safety, but the air was clouded with dust and sand and smoke and no one could see if they had made it or not. She suddenly felt a sharp tug on her arm and looked to see Irrick with a panicked look in his eyes “Come on,” he urged her, nodding toward the main courtyard. Without a word, she ran after him, staff still glowing and ready to fight off any straggling demons that might patrol their path.

Once there, Cullen and Cassandra stood arguing amongst each other in the eerie glow of the large rift still hanging above the ancient, freshly-stained stones. When they saw Irrick approaching, they both turned to him with grim expressions and Kat felt her heart stop.

“Where is he?” Irrick roared at them. Cullen and Cassandra did not flinch but exchanged an anxious glance with each other.

“We believe he fell into a Rift,” explained Cassandra. “I am sorry, Irrick.”

Kat felt like all the air had suddenly been pushed from her lungs. If Owain fell directly--physically--into the Fade… “Oh no,” she breathed. She looked back at Irrick, who was now pacing back and forth like a caged wolf and throwing arguments and accusations at both Cullen and Cassandra, though his hands shook with grief and fear. He was hurting and frightened, and Owain was probably dead.

And there was nothing she could do.

[makers-amellody-blog]

💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. (*cackles*) - rogueishcharms

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“Umm...it’s Amell, isn’t it?” asked a timid voice.

Katerina reluctantly pulled herself out of her magical theory book and sighed. “Yes?” she replied, lifting her head to look at the stranger shuffling nervously by the side of the Kat’s book-laden table.

“Oh, s-sorry!” the girl stammered. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, I just...um…”

Kat tilted her head curiously to the side and gave the stranger a quick once over. She’d seen her before working around the kitchens: a petite Elven girl with shortly cropped brown hair and wide, doe-like brown eyes.

“No, it’s alright,” Kat reassured her. “Can I help you with something?”

The elf twisted her hands anxiously in front of her and cast a few quick glances about the library’s quiet floor before turning back to Kat and lowering her voice: “Could I talk to you about...about the Inquisitor’s brother, my lady?”

Immediately, Kat’s body tensed and her brow shot up in surprise. “...What did you want to know?” she asked cautiously.

The girl flushed red all the way to the tips of her long, graceful ears. “N-nothing! Only...well, I’ve seen you speak with him before. And I--I wanted to know if you knew what he...liked. He’s very handsome,” she said, her last comment barely above a whisper.

Katerina smiled to hide a sharp pang of...jealousy? Something. Not like she had a right to be jealous.Irrick was hardly exclusive to her, and they’d only had a few conversations. Still, the thought of anyone trying to get close to him felt like a blade twisting in her gut.

“Music,” said Kat simply. “He likes music.” She felt her heart sinking as she spoke. Who are you trying to fool, Kat? He doesn’t belong to you. He never will. The words cut deeply and Kat felt her face grow hot. “If you’ll excuse me,” said Kat as she hastily got up from the table and started toward the stairs.

“Oh, well, um, thank you!” the elf-girl called after her. Kat did not turn back around, but acknowledged her thanks with a half-hearted wave of her hand.

When she finally reached her living quarters, Kat sat on her bed and rested her face in her hands. And it wasn’t until then, in the quiet solitude, that she let her heart ache and started to weep.