#tethrist

[saoildorcha]

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ / ᴠᴀʀʀɪᴄ ᴛᴇᴛʜʀᴀs / @tethrist

          “I count six. Three down by the campfire, two more standing just away, and another a little closer to the treeline.” Fenris makes a face, slinking back. “No sign of Hawke or Aveline.”

As if getting separated out this far wasn’t enough. Even just being on Sundermount sets his teeth on edge. Like there’s something roaming the terrain just out of sight, something old and hungry that will devour them the moment his back is turned. Fenris does not consider himself the superstitious sort by any stretch of imagination, but still.

Hawke and Aveline can hold their own just the two of them just fine ------ he trusts either of them in a fight to watch his back and look out for one another. Still, the sooner they locate their missing companions, the sooner they can leave. No reason to tangle with a group of well-armed mercenaries if that time can be better spent searching.

[andrasteschosenfew]

starter for @tethrist

         In the peaceful areas of the Hinterlands, far enough away from the mages and templars that you could no longer hear the shouts of battle, one could almost forget a war was in the midst. Zasha sat perched atop a smooth boulder, one leg hanging over the edge, listening to the growing sounds of crickets as the sun began to set. Behind her, tents were being constructed to house the soldiers for the evening, a campfire already crackling to feed those she'd chosen for this particular run, a crew she barely knew past their own introductions which seemed only days in the past. They were nice enough people, from what she could tell but the truth was she still felt alone. Footsteps in the grass interuppted her thoughts and she looked back over her shoulder, offering up a soft smile to the approaching dwarf.

[circlefled]

@tethrist liked for a starter !

      “ I know I’ve asked you about him before but... “

      But he was curious?  But he needed to know more?  But there was an odd         sort of draw to the asshole that started the whole mess that predated this         new mess?  There were a great many things that Maxwell wanted to         know about this one mage in particular and he felt rather fortunate to         have access to a storyteller with a bit of an inside scoop.

      “  -- Could you tell me more about Anders? “

[sensehurt-blog]

“  change isn’t easy. ”

“it  is  strange,”  cole  murmurs,  attention  mindless  in  the  way  the  leaves  fall  or  the  wind  whispers,  quieter  now  that  his  anger  catches  the  tips  of  his  hands,  nowhere  to  go,  or  the  pain  stills  in  the  ribbing  of  his  bones,  pieced  within  the  marrow,  “to  remember.” 

he  turns  back  towards  varric,  the  distance  of  his  expression  melting  into  twisted  knots,  tugging  at  his  brows.  cole’s  hat  falls  heavy  on  the  heart  of  his  words.  “thankful,  yes,  but  surprised  too.  i  keep  realizing  there’s  …  more.  too  much,  sometimes,  like  when  vivienne  yells  and  i  can  feel  the  point  of  it  still  stick.”  there’s  a  shine  of  color  in  cole’s  eyes,  the  glass  of  a  marble;  impenetrable.  “i  don’t  like  that  i  don’t  like  her.  i’m  supposed  to  help.”

varric’s  sigh  is  less  long-agonizing  than  it  is  understanding,  the  lilt  of  his  voice  comforting  enough  to  make  the  howling  stop.  “kid,”  he  says,  the  same  way  he  always  does,  sure  of  himself  as  if  the  world  made  words  for  him,  “change  isn’t  easy.”

cole  pulls  his  lips  together.  “am  i  …  changing?”  his  hand  clutches  the  front  of  him,  curled  quickly  in  the  shame  of  past  hurts.  “i  want  it  …  i  hope  it  …  is  for  the  better.”

the  silence  ebbs  enough  for  cole  to  startle  at  a  warm  hand,  pressed  supportively  at  the  edge  of  his  elbow,  varric’s  fingers  landing  tentatively  on  cole’s  inner  arm.  words  bubble  up  in  him,  try  to  find  their  way  out,  but  all  cole  can  feel  is:  bianca’s  wood  still  in  the  firm  grip  of  his  hands,  the  shudder  of  air,  and  ‘it’s  okay, i'm here with you’.

@tethrist

[makerguideme]

@tethrist LIKED FOR A STARTER

it’s rare that he seeks out the dwarf in question, usually preferring his SOLITUDE in his tower to the RAUCOUS rest that tethras tends to frequent, but on this night, he needs the solid distraction of both ALCOHOL and piss-poor company, and the dwarf is good for BOTH.  and he’s invited him out so many times, he ought to make good on one of his polite promises to ‘see if he’s available.’  he pushes the door open, a silence falling over the crowd at his entrance as every eye locks on him and he makes his way to varric, seated at his USUAL table.  

loathe as he is to admit it, he’s been working TOO hard.  ‘do you know, i find i do not care to know what they are thinking.’

[giantsreach]

❛ Choice is less about what happens than it is about how we deal with it. ❜

sense8 prompts | @tethrist​​

     he’s dealt with this before, with another sibling whose body he didn’t get to burn with the proper rites. once was enough, carver thinks. once is too many.

     repeating grief holds no allure for him. carver knows himself, knows where he gets mired between the white-knuckled fingers of anger and misery, and wants to skip the cycle altogether. but the resentment is already upon him: someone chose to leave his brother behind, someone chose to neglect sacrifice, and carver’s eager to hit something until it’s in pieces.

   ❛ —— what would you have me do? write a memoir? ❜ ( it’s a dull jab. varric doesn’t deserve the vitriol; he’s been where carver is now. in light of recent events, he may be there again. carver stares with tired eyes into a drink he’s been nursing for an hour. ) ❛ i haven’t your talent for prose, i’m afraid. ❜ 

[idolbound-a]

@tethrist 

   “I don’t suppose you have an adequate explanation for what has happened here,” A gloved hand sweeps across the courtyard of a High Town mansion - several bodies lay slain, and it’s hard to tell who they once were. “The Champion wouldn’t happen to have a hand in this, would they?”

[magawke]

    “   oh  ,   come  on  ,   varric   !   what’s  the  worst  thing  that  could  happen   ?   ”   as  if  nothing  went  wrong  every  time  she  said  that  .

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