#stabbystabseeker

[courtxjewel]

@stabbystabseeker is back to ruining my life. quelle surprise.

        Out on the field, the sun’s rays had been harsh, beating down through         her layers of robes and armour. Alas, Vivienne was now within the safety         of her balcony... her own personal paradise. Here, there was nothing         more than a few thin layers of silk and linen to adorn her frame. The         warmth of the sun was now shining and kissing delicately at her glowing         features. 

She was mid-sip of her celebratory glass of wine when the clanking of armour trudged up the stairs and through her work space... just behind her resting place. No doubt, the noise had to originate from someone... lacking in grace at times. The First Enchanter glanced over her shoulder, if only for eyebrows to lift along with the corners of her lips. “Cassandra, Darling! Come join me.”

[ximisaari-blog]

                “mm? sorry?” ximisaari glances over, blinking, at the seeker, and he wilts a little at the expectant look on her face. clearly, she’s waiting for a response to something she said. “sorry. i---... wasnae listenin’.”

@stabbystabseeker ❤’d.

[sevenbells-blog]

@stabbystabseeker

Holding her breath, Lirael charged through the wave of cold air and ice to run the terror through with her spirit blade. It was, at this point, the most dangerous thing on the field. And she was fighting. Alone. Like an idiot. 

In her defense, who would have expected things held paralyzed for hundreds of years to move the moment they came to investigate?

The sounds of battle from further inside the temple drew her ears -- but she didn’t really have the luxury of investigating. Staying alive was the more pressing issue. 

Door opening. She spared a glance and whipped her staff around her, posessing the recently dead Terror, and sending it at the dispair demon as she tried to breathe through a distressingly constricted chest. “Help would be appreciated!” 

Posturing and what have you could come after they survived. 

[madamiisms]

“ i don’t care if we get married in a shack or a ballroom. i just want to be your wife. “ [ hello this is so cass i cant resist ]

‘ all in due course, my dear. if this is to       be done, it shall be done right. ‘

( there is something like affection smothering   her tone, lips half peeled as if to smile. ) 

[occultacultro-blog]

stabbystabseeker started following you

      “Seeker, if I may have a moment of your time...”

 The assassin lopes over to the retreating form of the older woman. Cassandra walked with long purposeful strides that the small Orlesian has to practically jog to keep pace with Cassandra.

      “S'il vous plaît?”

[faithfallen]

( -- prev. )

Silent steps fall behind the Seeker, ones she has not, and will never hear given who they belong to. Page after page turns and it is only when she notices the shadow standing before her that the reaction is to both turn and slam the book shut in her hands (at least she has not thrown it at the woman standing over her shoulder this time.)

“ – Leliana!” Cassandra cusses her name nearly, cheeks almost setting ablaze given what part of the novel she had begun to read. “How long have you been standing there?”

          Leliana leans back on her heels, hands clasped behind her back. Her smile is slight, but visible. They’ve known each other for some time, but Cassandra still hasn’t managed to catch her when she’s sneaking.

          ( and she never will )

       “Oh, long enough. Is the Knight-Lieutenant always so forward?” She grins, leaning forward and reaching a hand out towards the book as if to open it back up -- a teasing gesture, at best, and nothing serious, “-- Of course, you closed it at the best part. Do continue.”