#sonofferelden

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sonofferelden replied to your post “[[MOR] thewardenqueen replied to your post “What are the great...”

I agree you did!

*tacklehugs* <333 ty Ali

[dowagerqueen]

sonofferelden started following you

"Good evening, Father." 

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"I'm not going to hurt you. It's only a knife--"

Cole paused and gritted his teeth, regretting the foolishness that had just slipped off his tongue.

"--which I have no intention of using."

[theycallme-battleborn]

sonofferelden started following you

She just wanted to know why. Why he'd decided that the best way to get his point across was to seize the throne by force, or why he had ignored the warnings of Duncan and the Grey Wardens about the Blight. Perhaps, most importantly, why he saw fit to sacrifice her family, her future, her home, to achieve his goals. It wasn't personal, she'd told herself, the means to an end. Well he certainly wasn't getting the end he'd been hoping for.

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faeryshawke replied to your post:[ I’m in the Cara Mason tag and I WANT TO DO THE...

[[I want to say do the thing but I also know you’ve said quite a few times you struggled to maintain two blogs]]

[ well technically I'm running two blogs atm (personal and this) and I think I'm doing okay. I think I was trying to balance too many things at one time instead of just going through them one at a time, but idk. I really miss Thorn, she was my favourite OC ]

sonofferelden replied to your post:[ I’m in the Cara Mason tag and I WANT TO DO THE...

do the thing

[ i'm debating it.. ]

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Animus Reborn || sonofferelden

It had been several long, tedious months since he'd left the Mac Tir family estate in Denerim, and though a return to familiar ground didn't necessarily indicate an opportunity to be off his guard, still. It was home, so much as he had one, and with the people he'd sworn to serve once more.

Orlais had proven as inhospitable as he'd expected.

Though, to be fair, even so much as the shadows favored him, Zevran could only conceal his heritage so much, and despite years in and out of Ferelden in the service of his patron, his very bearing still whispered of Antiva, even were he not to speak a word.

To be away so long had, in truth, made him restless, concerned for what might greet him when he had finally completed his task, and as he scaled the manor's side and slipped into the small receiving room adjacent to his lord's office, he allowed that worry, at least, to be assuaged. In here, everything was as he'd left it, and the assassin paced soundlessly into the room, as was their custom, and folded gracefully to one knee before his desk, one fist over his chest in a ceremonial greeting.

"My lord. Your Crow returns to offer report."

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Send me a word plus 'Headcanon' and I'll give a headcanon based on that word.

Theven grew up under the guidance of the elders of his clan, due to his parents untimely death and disappearance. Ashalle was his ‘mother’, a main source of knowledge and tenderness in that sense. She was also the one who introduced the young elf to such a treat. Young Theven had been off with Tamlen, of course, when the other decided to push the darker haired boy into a nearby stream. Soaked and upset, Theven stormed away from his friend, rushing to Ashalle and hugging her waist, despite his dripping adornments. 

She had laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, pulling him away and leading him to a makeshift tabletop. There she told him of the ancestors, everything she could think of to get the young boy to cease his tears. As soon as Theven was calm enough, Ashalle had given him a small, not roung but not square either, disc, smiling softly as the curios child bit into the treat.

Even after he left, even after becoming Hero of Ferelden and slaying the archdemon, Theven can still remember the taste of that sweet, and allows himself a visit to the Dalish lands every now and again to see his old mother.

And maybe sneak a treat or two.