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[wolf-eyes-wolf-soul]

Continued from here @stellsaria

The wait was agonising. No one told her that would be the worst bit, not the actual struggle of getting her feelings out. The longer it dragged, it was only a moment yet it felt like it stretched on and on, the more she was tempted to back up and flee the situation entirely. She could blame it on alcohol later, once she had gathered enough of her pride to face Filarick again, and try to laugh off her awful attempt at propositioning him.

If Esca hadn’t abandoned her, the mental door slammed firmly closed for the night, he'd accuse her of being a coward. For once she agreed with his assessment.

The fact he didn’t say no had her blinking up at him, golden eyes wide. All the air seemed to rush out of her lungs as it took her a moment to truly register that his answer wasn’t “no”. But then he’d volleyed the ball back to her and she was back to floundering.

"No--Yes!" This was a disaster.

Words were not getting her anywhere. Words we’re not her forte. At this rate the only thing she’d probably talk herself into was deciding to abandon her quarry and find somewhere to lick her wounds. New tactics were needed before and completely lost her nerve. It shouldn’t be this difficult, gods damnit!

Morren took a small steadying breath, screwed up her courage, and stepped forwards and further into Filarick’s space. Her hand fisted in the collar of his bright blue tunic and she tugged him down as she surged up to press her lips against his. She hoped that was a satisfactory answer to his question.

[quiisquiliae]

@stellsaria from X

Kieran was thrilled that his gut was right and Nat liked the simple gift as much as he hoped. Bits, baubles, and shiny pretty things seemed to be a shared interest of theirs. Magpies, the pair of them.

Laughing, he returned the hug, before shaking his head at her offer. "No, don't worry about it, really." He hadn't given it to her with intention of a reciprocal gift after all. "I'm just glad you like it as much as I thought, honest."

[dcviums]

◇ Cuz we hate each other with deep passion obvi

Why Aren't We Roleplaying?

Okay, but real talk, for anyone who doesn't know: Stell and I literally know each other too well to rp anymore???

We met through rp on WoW and we had two ships on there. But then we got to talking OOC all the time, mostly in vc, and now we like... can't interact with each other ICly???? We've literally just stared at each other in-game mid rp and both decided to turn and walk off without a word because we didn't know how to rp anymore.

We somehow broke our ability to be IC around each other.

[starwrittenfates-archive]

@stellsaria said: "fate is another lie told by the gods. nothing is written that cannot be unwritten." [From Adam for Hope]

Having started to piece together a little of her old life before losing her memory, the shock of discovering that the God of Murder, Bhaal, was in fact her father wasn't easy. But if anything, it helped explain where her dark urges came from.

Hope sighed. "Luckily, I don't believe in any of the gods... much less my own father." She whispered that last part, hoping he couldn't hear it. "I no longer want to be an instrument of death." After all, she had come to enjoy the beauty of life itself, along with simple things like animals and laughter. "But I don't think it would so easy to defy a god, much less the fate they try to write for us."

[moonshinemuses]

Starter for @stellsaria

It had been so long since Avery had a break. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually sat down in her home let alone see the inside of it. Sadly, the peace she felt crashed down on her as she woke up, gasping from the nightmare she had. Her hands went to her side, feeling the current scar that was forming there from a sword that had slashed down on her side in a recent fight. Her hands shook as she tried to take deep breaths to calm herself.

Pressing against the body that shared the bed with her, she looked over at Adam, noticing she probably had woken him up. "I'm sorry." Avery said, her voice still filled with sleep but with an added scratch from the scream she had let out. "Did I wake you, again?" She asked softly. She didn't have the energy to be jokey or mask herself like she would with others. Adam had shown she could trust him, that he wasn't there going to betray her.

[starwrittenfates-archive]

@stellsaria // Starter Call.

Cole had told her about a new resident spirit that wanted to join in the Inquisition. Granted, the Spirit of Compassion had told her in his special and unique way, but Ellana wasn't going to turn down anyone who wanted to help, regardless if they were human, elf, dwarf, or spirit. Besides, despite her clan's upbringing, she had looked at them as people, probably influenced more by Solas's way of thinking.

The elven mage had spotted the new stranger, greeting the spirit of chaos warmly with a smile. Immediately, she felt a sense of mischief, reminding her of her childhood. "Hello there. You must be Cole's new friend? He's told me about you. I'm Inquisitor Ellana of Clan Lavellan. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[starwrittenfates-archive]

@stellsaria liked this post for a starter with Durge Hope! --- For Filarick!

After learning the truth about the tiefling Wyll had been hunting and how Karlach had in fact been innocent, Hope looked at her hands in horror, just as she had when she killed Alfira that night, wondering if it was all caused by the dark urges. However, it didn't seem to shake the immense guilt she now felt for her role in taking down Karlach. She had been trying to do better, to make up for what happened to the bard, but had only jumped ahead instead without thinking things through.

When Mizora had finished rubbing the crime in her and Wyll's face mockingly, presenting a gift, Hope had dashed off, wanting some distance from camp for a bit to process it all. But all she had down was start breaking down, crying. Hearing footsteps approach, she tried sniffled, trying to wipe them away, but it wouldn't stop. "I didn't mean to. I thought I was helping Wyll. Just strike me down now. I don't want to hurt anyone else. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."

[bloodlaurel]

"because there has been so much rumor and speculation… innuendo, outuendo… let me set the record straight." - From Nat - for Jasper, DAI

Prompts from Wicked @stellsaria

"I've never quite heard of an "outuendo" but now I'm curious."

Jasper was more than aware that a lot of things had been, and likely would be, said about him. He let it flow right over him, like water off a duck's back as the saying went. He'd been called a lot of things in his life and accused of even more. If he worried about what people said about him then he would be a constant nervous wreck. Better to simply smile, joke, and move on with his life.

And the one time it had mattered...well...that was in the past and he intended to keep it that way.

"The innuendo as well. Care to share? Purely for the sake of posterity, I assure you." The grin he wore told anyone around that his statement was a complete lie in that regard.