#seekerdivine

[shegodling]

@seekerdivine​  said  ;   ‘ is everything alright ? ’

the  missive  in  her  hands  is  set  down,  palms  pressed  to  the  top  of  the  war  table  and  eyes  lingering  on  the  sloping  hand  of  her  uncle.  “they  haven’t  had  word  from  my  cousins,”  the  ones  in  the  templar  order.  the  ones  esyllt  cannot  stop  picturing  with  red - spiked  eyes  and  swords  in  hand,  “  -  my  uncle  fears  the  worst.”  perhaps  they  had  been  at  the  siege  of  haven.  perhaps  one  of  her  arrows  had  brought  about  a  swift  end.  they  may  still  be  out  there,  or  they  may  already  be  in  the  grave,  and  how  it  STINGS  to  know  esyllt  may  never  know  the  truth.  “he  asks  if  we  have  any  names  of  the  dead  templars  at  haven.”

none  of  it  is  an  ANSWER  to  cassandra’s  question  and  esyllt  shakes  her  head,  folding  the  parchment  in  half,  “it’s  fine.  just  another  thing  to  see  to.”

HOZIER  SENTENCES  -  ACCEPTING.

[victoryrite]

      “  if  i  have  to  choose  between  one  evil  and  another,  i’d  rather  not  choose.  ”      /      @seekerdivine​      ❤’d

[widogastswebofwords]

@seekerdivine​ continued from x

Slamming it shut as heat rises to her cheeks. The book nearly falls out of her hand,  hunched over this piece of contraband.  It’s SHAME, and even worse it had to be Cole to catch her in the privacy of an addictive guilty pleasure which consumed her. Eyes narrow with suspicion, slowly tucking the novel under her arm, protectively.  Her RARE first copy.

“Do you read much?”  brows furrow, as to how he would have this opinion.  He was just a spirit, – not a person?  Or maybe a person once ? Did spirits read ? Was he also familiar with Varric’s books, the two did spend considerable time …  most importantly - she needed a better reading spot. The Inquisitor finding her had been mortifying enough — and now this. “the right sort … yes. Is there a wrong sort?”

“I can’t read the words, but I can listen,” Cole murmured. Words scrawled across pages, so many people reading, dreaming, feeling all together. Realities built from ink and parchment! Cassandra’s calloused fingers flicked through pages, Varric’s pen gave them life but her heart made them real. “No, or... yes. Some stories can call across the Veil, stories that make people care, those are the right sort.”

And Cassandra seemed to have found the right sort-- for her anyway. Heart fluttering, frivolous but... fun. It made her fingers tingle.

“What is it about?”

[elysianfell]

❅ FEATURING  :  Mera Ivi of Talgar & Cassandra Pentaghast  //  @seekerdivine​  ❅ Closed Starter  ;;  semi-plotted

Mera sat around the fire, as she waited for the others to show up for the contract. She would have been more than happy to do this by herself, but the contractor decided he wanted more people on it. The whole 'the more the merrier' concept, though Mera though the man was an idiot. It wasn't the more that made them successful, it was the skill. She prayed to the dragons that she wasn't paired with a bunch of imbeciles.

Well, already one was. The first one showed up, as she brushed a sharpening rock up against her steel blade. The mumbling of the man about a so-called 'fake witcher'. For the first part of it, she ignored it, preferring to spend more time ensuring her blade was ready (and maybe even use against this jerk). Her eyes glanced up, gold eyes catching the second one who came up, greeting the other man who she assumed they knew each other, and then her eyes glanced over toward the woman who was showing up.

But she was distracted at first as the men started up again. How a woman was claiming she was a witcher when no woman could survive. She didn't wait for a second, her finger grabbed a dagger that had been hidden in her boot, throwing it between one of the man's legs, just inches from his jewels. "Perhaps you could speak to my face then assume I'm deaf. I can hear you, and I can smell what you were doing last night. So if you want to keep those things precious between your legs, I advise you such your goddess forsaken mouth. I love to see you go up against this ancient Leshen on your own without a witcher by your side," Yes, she had done her own research, spoke around. She knew exactly what they were going up against. It wasn't just a monster, it was going to be a being who imployed the entire forest against them.

"But hey, I can use my silver sword for other means, let you two die. Just eat your food and shut up," She grumbled and then turned her attention toward the woman. The one who didn't seem to criticize her. "You look quite capable with a sword," She said, a smile on her lips. "I made some beef stew, are you hungry?"

[kaaras-adaar-a]

SEND “💖” AND MY MUSE WILL ADMIT SOMETHING THEY FIND CUTE ABOUT YOURS. 

@seekerdivine​ said:  💖 [ i'm late with this ahh sorry ]

“What isn’t there to like about her romantic side? I think it’s sweet that she tries to hide it, although she needn’t. No one should be ashamed of what they enjoy, and I think it’s adorable to see her softer side.” 

[meravaas]

@seekerdivine wants a starter

It has been long enough that Asha finally feels settle in Skyhold. Although Rivella had asked her only to keep tabs on what was happening in the South, to see what it was that had Thedas in such a tizzy, Asha cannot help but be curious about the Inquisition and its founding. Who better to talk to than Cassandra? Luckily the woman is easy enough to find as she spends much of her free time sparring with dummies. For a moment she stays near the tavern, watching, before clearing her throat, “Seeker, do you have a minute?”

[altuspavus]

😍 tho she will never say it out loud, he will need to pry it from her, but he is such a pretty boi & she recognizes it from a strictly platonic sense

Well now the idea’s in his head that she’s appreciated his good looks there’s going to be no end to his preening around her, you must know. Though he holds no romantic nor sexual attraction to women, he can’t say that he doesn’t feel good being seen as attractive by them, especially by those with whom he works alongside at times

@seekerdivine

[hawkeyde]

hawke peers at her through eyes kissed by the sun, the outdoors a favourable place for a man who can rarely be contained.   as usual he is where the animals are.  a small barn dog sits with him and a gaggle of squirming, furry masses.  upon closer inspection, little noses and little ears could be found, and sometimes ---- they’d squeak !!

  ❝ cassandra, i’ve heard long tales about your fascination and, frankly, obsession with me and leave me sick with fear, so if it’s anything to you i will, please, continue to hide from you.   with these small dogs. ❞     & he’ll lift the puppies to cover his features.             a few seconds scoot by, and an owl hoots from the rafters, and he uncovers them again with a frown, and a whinging voice:        ❝ ---- you’re still here? ❞

“  it’s time to stop hiding. “        says,  @seekerdivine​