#serasbeesandarrows

[fadewalking-archived]

-poke head 'round corner- "...Yiff..."

-without Solas even turning his head suddenly a pastry of some sort flies from his desk, magically, to smack Sera in the face. Obviously there is a smirk on his face- 

[aclassikrem]

"World's pretty much always going to shit. I mean, there was the Blight, then all that nasty business in Kirkwall. Now there are glowing rips in the sky. After this, something else will decide to go catastrophically wrong." Krem paused long enough to take a drink from his bottle. He also tried very hard not to think about how hypocritical his next statement was going to be.

"Talk to her. See if she's interested. Just cause the world's shite doesn't mean you can't find a moment or two of happiness." 

//@serasbeesandarrows continued from here

[ass-sass-sin-archived-blog]

@serasbeesandarrows

It was market day.  Visitor day!  His father had gone off to attempt to buy supplies, but Arthur knew what would happen.  The man would go get drunk, and come back both broke and empty handed, and probably pissed off as well.  Until then though, it meant he was on his own.  As usual.

It was easy to steal on market days.  People were busy, and lots of people meant someone his size could go completely unnoticed.  Deftly swiping a juicy apple from a stall as he passed by, a woman and a child caught his eye.  The lady was dressed fancy-like, a sure sign of wealth.  They weren’t nobles he’d seen before around here who’d visited the castle.  Taking a bite of his apple, the boy followed the pair, curious but kept his distance.  What were they doing?  Where were they going?  Could he steal the lady’s coin purse?

[sailing-sarcasm-and-sex-blog]

(Describing muse badly) Legs...-giggles-

“That’s very… succinct. Though not terribly specific.”

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

@wildcardsera,  @serasbeesandarrows

[xfenharel]

shots

The Iron Bull roars when the Angel of Death appears, and it’s loud and wet and right in his ear. Varric’s laughter fills the room, and even Cassandra shows a grin. Solas shows his cards, a small sparkle of something in his eyes, even though he’s barely touched his drink and the rest are nearing plastered. All, that is, except Sera, who chugs down her ale with ease.

He does not look too long at the Inquisitor as she rises from her seat and calls it a night. He did not trust himself to look away if he did.

As she walks away, he takes a slow sip from his mug, and closes his eyes as the alcohol burns his throat.

[ass-sass-sin-archived-blog]

@serasbeesandarrows from x

The little ones he held wrapped in a towel were meowing, that was true.  At least they were alive, dry, and not half drowned like when he’d found them.   It was a start.

“Look, keep your voice down and help me look in the kitchen for some cream alright?  They’ve gotta be hungry, they’ll quiet down then.”

[fadewalking-archived]

*whispers* Yiff yiff

Stop that.