Aug 19, 2015
“You realize there’s no turning back from this?”
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“You realize there’s no turning back from this?”
thefuckingchampion started following you
"Quit your yammerin', it's early and I've got a fuckin' hangover the size of a High Dragon."
thefuckingchampion started following you
"Aren't you the sight? I didn't know I was going to meet stars today, Champion of Kirkwall correct?"
"My brother has his sword, I have mine," (all the hawke things)
"Yes, but I have to say you know how to use yours better than Carver," he winked, then ducked as a shoe flew at his head, "Whoops. Did I say that out loud?"
GIVE KEREN THE K MURIEL SORRY THIS IS FROM CARMS BLOG BUT KEREN
Nose Kiss
Muriel looked at the sleeping man. He knew it was wrong to come when Keren slept but he just couldn't stop himself. So he came often and just watched as his mortal turned in his restless sleep.
Keren was so adorable when he was sleeping. Not able to stop again, Muriel leaned closer and kissed Keren's nose, lips barely touching the pale skin.
“❤ for Kere
send me a “❤” and i’ll generate a number (angst version):
My muse has lost all their senses, other than touch and hearing. They must identify yours.
Eyes clouded over, unable to see the supposed figure in front of him. After being asked to identify cuntless people within the area, Alistair’s hand reached out and first reached toward… silk, long hair?
Making his way down, the change of feel made him slow his pace, making out a nose, lips and eyes before his hand came to a complete stop on what he thought to be the cheek.
The sudden change of a slightly rough patch of skin caused his to retract four fingers and leave on one the skin as he moved it across the different felt skin.
A brief intake of breath, his finger beginning to follow the pattern, soon enough, his fingers were replaced on… her cheek as his smile grew a little more in recognition to who the figure was.
"Kere…"
(( *throws Macbeth or Regrets at you for Carmella-muse because yay angst?* ))
HOW ABOUT BOTH MATE
He should have listened to me. He was my friend, he was one of us. The idea that he still didn't realize this...after six years, it doesn't seem right.
He had Templars behind him, he told me he couldn't support me as I cleared through the order, trying to keep the magi of the circle from annulment. After all we'd been through I'd implored him to stick around, one last fight. One last enemy.
I suppose I became the enemy.
As our blades crossed I heard the rest of my group, Varric, Isabela, Carver, fighting the armored men and women around us, but my attention was on Fenris.
My axe swung when he got to close, flinging spells left and right at him. Most...were only meant to incapacitate not kill. I've always had a soft spot for my friends. They are the family I regained. Funny, how all my family can do is die.
Eventually he gave me no choice, he had me on my back, his sword raised to chop my head off, almost exactly like I saw with Hadriana three years before. Only I didn't bargain.
In my own nature I struck out, incapable of losing. The lightning in my palm going straight through him. I was scared...I'd faced thousands of bloodmages, templars, profane, wardens, Corephyus...
Fenris terrified me.
It was more powerful than I intended. I heard the shocked gasp as his body convulsed over me, and he fell backwards.
He was dead within moments, his body still twitching. I stared at it for a long while, had I been given the chance I would have sobbed. But tears did not come. Only an overwhelming sadness that crushed everything I was.
I spent six years with him, helped him kill Hadriana, slavers, Danarius. He'd called me friend, he'd stuck with me.
Why couldn't he stick with me one more time?
You want to know what I regret most of my actions that day? It wasn't that I allowed, and unknowingly took part in, the destruction of the Chantry. It wasn't that I failed to stop Sebastien from storming off, it wasn't that I couldn't save most of the circle, or that I left such a path of Destruction in my wake it might as well have been me who bombed the building. No, that was a normal day. Even Sebastien often got tired of me most days to storm off. Even if he always came back.
It was that I was unable to save my best friend, and that it was I who was his doom.
Not the wolves at his back.