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         “I fear I might have annoyed your resident mages. The ones with poles stuck up their rears, not Dorian. Both Madame de Fer and Solas gave me identical looks of disapproval,” the warden grinned, body leaning leisurely against Leliana’s desk and mischief plain on her features. It was a good day, the Calling a dull echo at the back of her mind and she planned to make the most of it, before the Song returned with a vengeance.

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“If ya’ had enough ravens d’ya’ think they could lift our ‘quisitor up ta’ the sky hole?”

[emmailen]

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There’s a grin as she runs over, putting her earrings on, her chin resting on Emmailen’s shoulder.

BANK CLEANED OUT! ROBBERS LEAVE NO TRACE!

A laugh leaves her and she circles around, putting her hands out and pulling the woman up. “Oh cela est merveilleux, ma chère. [Oh this is wonderful, my dear.]”, and Leliana twirls her with another bright laugh.

“We’re going to be rich–” she beams at the other.

Emmailen grinned, twirling with Leliana with abandon even as her eyes still returned to the headline in the newspaper. Who would have thought? Even the others had not been able of such a feat and their rap sheet had been much more impressive. Served them right; let no one underestimate them ever again.

“We are! And we shall wildly popular at that!” She grinned with pride, trying to ignore her mother’s last words that often came to haunt her. It was done; no point on thinking back. “Whoever can brag about sharing headlines with Al Capone?”

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“You look like you need cheering up.”

Iron Bull smiles softly,“Do I? I think it’s just myresting face..” 

[emmailen]

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Long years have passed since she had last used the shadows to cloak her in a mission, longer still since she had roamed the streets of Denerim as a thief. But now, she falls back on the skills of old, body moving with soundless steps and darkness concealing her passage as she slips unseen across the hallways and on ramparts, seeking a way to the rookery that does not force her to reveal her presence. Perhaps the whole ordeal is foolish; perhaps Leliana is aware of her presence on the premise of Skyhold. It would not surprise her. Still, foolish or not, she wishes for this element of surprise to remain hers, to come and go as she pleases unbehold to the whims of the Inquisition. The Song roaring madly in her ears demands as much... and yet...

Eyes scout the darkness; a ladder foolishly left behind by the constructors connecting one of the ramparts to the rookery proves to be her chance. Balancing gingerly on the worn wood she climbs, body hoisting silently over the stone window.

[emmailen]

Bakery AU

They say all's fair in love and war and they couldn't possibly be more correct, especially when it comes to baking wars.

With the once in every four years Thedas bake-off approaching with quick steps, Emmailen had been hoping to have the chance to help Irving win the tittle of Supreme Baker for Kinloch Bakery. However, due to Jowan acting like a love sick fool over one member of the competition - a red haired baker apprentice called Lily from Divine Bakery - and sharing secrets that were not his to be shared - which in turn enraged Irving’s right hand man - Greagoir -, both of them found themselves out of a place to work and left to take part in the bake-off as mere spectators instead of contestants. Whereas her friend merely shrugged and found work at a nearby restaurant, one that sold Orlesian foods of all things - the HORROR - luck smiled for Emmailen when the patron of the (in)famous Grey Wardens Bakery, Duncan, took her on board as a junior baker.

Things would have remained the same with her running the odd job for the bakery and sometimes giving a hand in actual baking, had not one of the Grey Warden bakers found about a dastardly plot put in motion by the good for nothing Darkspawn Bakers to run them out of business with a seemingly sublime bagel. In light of this fact, the senior members of the Grey Wardens scatter to the four winds in order to bring back the ultimate recipe that would make their reputation blow sky high and win them the title of Supreme Baker.

...which would have been all right had the bakery not been left in Emmailen’s charge with only a helping hand received from the youngest member of the Grey Warden bakers and the neighboring restaurant cook’s sarcastic daughter. Truly, how are three people supposed to keep the bakery running and maintain things in order until the rest return? Well, first things are first, she supposes... find more people to run the place, use some of the recipes that brought her mother notoriety back in her own baking days and hope the world doesn’t end in the meantime. It would be dreadfully bad for the business...

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