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[onceuponymous]

This is entirely the fault of @itissadbutitsmy-artblog.

[astr0disiac]

nerdjo,,,,, save me!!!!

[sonderden]

Heads Up Seven Up

I was tagged by @starlightscribe to share the last seven lines of the last WIP I was working on and tag seven more people. Thank you for the tag!

The last seven(ish) lines from my novel WIP "To Be Honest":

Micah closes his eyes for a second. Not so long that the neighbor can start messing with his door on their own, without his permission,  but long enough to block the light from his vision. No anger. No orders. No more magic than he's already used. He tries to pull it back the same way he does during meditation. Get himself under control.

I'll tag @wildjuniperjones, @writingpotato07, @ancient-writeblr, @inkspellangel, @aohendo. @cactusmotif, @midnight-and-his-melodiverse, and anyone else who wants to do this can say I tagged them!

[erregent]

                 is currently drinking a bottle of scotch until he stops feeling things. “fuckin’...’lijah. what a-” burps, “-dick.”

[inquistior-a]

halwn doesn’t go to the tavern unless explicitly invited. he did, a few times, particularly to visit bull, but noticed the din when he entered, the stares, the tense pall that came over the place. as both inquisitor and the herald of andraste, the saviour of haven, he’s not just a general, not just a leader. there are recruits in the inquisition, many of them, who view him as a figure unto andraste, returned from the dead twice, three times after entering the fade at adamant. and it’s not as though a bit of casual conversation or telling bawdy jokes is going to change that. the anchor is a visible, visceral reminder of his being ‘touched’ or ‘chosen’ to those recruits, and halwn knows that, as much as bull espouses the importance of being ‘one of the men’, the inquisition’s soldiers don’t need him to be one of them. they need him to be larger than life, the saint-like figure they hope he is, something to brace themselves against as they face their hideous enemy, as they seek hope against the world’s end. there are times when some take comfort in his humanity, when he spars in the ring with them and trains them as a knight and laughs with them, tells tales of his past as kngiht errant, when he takes their reports or discusses their work and seems so very much just a man, but in times when they are seeking to escape the gravity of what it means to be a member of the inquisition, the gravity of the threat against them, halwn knows they don’t want him there. he’s a constant reminder of that gravity, a religious figure, and they cannot unwind when he is amongst them. they cannot simply force themselves to get used to him, and he doesn’t think they should have to. yes, it’s lonely for him—but he’s lived in isolation for nigh on fifteen years, and is accustomed to it.

rather than the tavern, halwn spends his evenings about the castle occupying the same places as he does during the day. dining in the great hall or sitting beside the great hearth there when it is quiet and empty with a book or with reports, in josephine’s office with her drinking and talking, sometimes with solas in the rotunda if their lessons go on long, or at other times in the gardens where he tends his roses or walking the ramparts if he’s restless. if you want his company, it usually isn’t hard to find him. he’s about or he’s in his chambers, and he always welcomes companions and advisors to visit him there.

[alexandra-the-lionheart]

WAIT SPIDERMAN WAS IN THE NEW CIVIL TRAILER WHAT WHAT WHAT

[vaguelyfishydog]

you may think res is a dog based on that description but he's actually my son