#skysaved

[endawna]

i had to meme it.

[satellitewar-archived]

from @skysaved: “ i’m sorry, i don’t believe in any of those things “ for hypatia!

a much younger hypatia would have been deeply offended by the comment as if she were andraste herself. younger hypatia would have taken it as an insult or a slight against her person, questioned mislyn vehemently about her lack of belief, and certainly caused rifts between them with her defiance and blatant ignorance. instead, the much older, more cognizant human warrior is far more sensitive to the belief systems and differences of others. she's grown up with conflicts and choices, talked to many across the free marches, and broadened her horizons in those deep conversations. in fact, she's secretly glad to hear opposition here, nodding as the red-haired elf offers her perspective on andraste and the religion at large. i don't believe in any of those things is a very normal thing to say, and hypatia takes it better than she once would. she takes it kindly, warmly. she accepts it. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to assume." she apologizes then, eager to befriend a fellow free marcher in the throngs of this chaos with the sky. whatever's going on, there needs to be more friends than enemies. "i guess i spent so much of my life submerged in religious teachings that my broad generalizations sometimes end up completely incorrect. 'course you would have your own belief system." she's dalish, right? lyn comes from clan lavellan near hasmal (or that's what she heard earlier). hypatia's never been there, but the stories are lengthy and fruitful. "well," she goes on, her voice a little awkward as she tries to recover, "whatever you believe in, i pray there's something at work behind the scenes to fix this mess." she glances up at the green-tinted sky. "or else it'll be one of us doing the fixing, and i loathe that idea."

[bornpariah-a]

On the topic of forgiveness he is not particularly well—versed. He can speak at length about magic and magically aligned things and time travel and death, itself / many things, numerous things, not quite endless things though he’s working on it. On forgiveness he falters ——— has he ever forgiven anyone? Truly and genuinely / wholeheartedly. No. No, he doesn’t think so. No, he cannot even begin to imagine a time when he had GIVEN FORGIVENESS FOR A TRANSGRESSION : he had never truly forgiven Alexius, even.

His thumb worries the soft leather edge of the book in his hand / they are at rest and his thoughts are racing, per usual, nothing fitting well, nothing fitting properly. They have crossed the order of Orlais and have continued west ——— they will reach Val Royeaux sooner rather than later and he wonders if she’s trying to DELAY. ( ... ) No. No, the Inquisitor is hardly the type.   ❝   Mislyn,   ❞   her name settles heavily on his tongue as his thumbnail scrapes against the book / before he forces himself to stop.   ❝   Are you alright?   ❞

@skysaved​ // you did not ask for this but hi ily

[vhenast]

❛ are you kidding? i jumped off a building — of course i’m hurt. ❜

skulduggery  |  @skysaved

                  ❛  WHICH  BEGS  THE  QUESTION —  why  did  you  jump  off  a  building,  mislyn. ❜ 

[fuckthedivine-blog1]

@skysaved liked!

“I have a request, Inquisitor, if you’ve a moment.”  Head tilting, those dark eyes thoughtful --- distant, perhaps, though only with her ruminations.  “Some of my mages --- some of my elven mages --- have expressed discomfort with Pavus.”  That she refuses to say his first name means nothing.  (  the apprentices are not the only ones disquieted with the man.  )  “I’m not asking you to kick him out, but I’m certain there are many elves within the ranks who are concerned about his defense of slavery.  Perhaps ask him to --- be quiet.  I’m certain it will be difficult for him, but he ought to try.”

[fatespin]

                    when  hawke  crosses  her  arms  her  rough  fingers  skim  over  skin  spotted  with  goosebumps  ---  a  reminder,  hardly  necessary,  of  the  distinct  unpleasantness  marking  her  current  situation.    one  in  a  number  of  unpleasantnesses,  in  all  honesty,  some  more  pressing  than  others  but  few  more  unhappy  than  this.    ferelden is fucking cold.    “ you  understand,  inquisitor. ”    neither  prompted  nor  polite,  but  when  has  she  ever  been  accused  of  either ?    “ that  i’m  only  here  for  varric.    and  that  i  don’t  give  a  damn  for  the  rest  of  it. ”

          -- -- @skysaved

[asteeledheart]

@skysaved

“do you think someone should take a look at that?” it occurs to her that mislyn is entirely capable of taking care of herself as soon as she asks, but it looks a dreadful sort of bruise and she questions before she can consider it. she catches sight said bruise briefly, scanning over the elf’s shoulder. “i can get one of the healers for you, if you’d like-,”

[ofcadash]

@skysaved.

      “So... Was it really TIME-TRAVEL magic?” The smuggler can’t help but ask, sitting in the bar over a jug she’d been carrying since leaving her Carta base. When she had made her way to Skyhold with the intents to set up a lyrium deal, she hadn’t expected mages in such GREAT numbers. Grand for business, TERRIBLE for her nerves.

      She didn’t have a problem with mages, not even a LITTLE bit, and she was FAR from Andrastian. One could go so far as to say she OPPOSED the Circles, but magic in general... it SCRAPED against her practical mind, the hard edges of PRAGMATISM that echoed the Stone from generations past.

      “Because, uh, not gonna lie, that is... UNNERVING.”