#theywillbowbeforeme

[fulluponcrazy]

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Had he been sober, there probably would have been some blushing (both for tripping over a dog like a graceful dancer, and for where he’d landed) and a lot of apologizing. As it was, though, Alistair was drunk enough that he just seemed sort of perplexed.

Aside from where he was actually perched, he was careful to keep his limbs to himself as he looked around at his unintended change in altitude. Finally, he observed pleasantly, “Convenient. I’d’ve smashed head first into the bench, otherwise.”

[thefuckingchampion-blog]

❝ They keep calling me…beckoning. ❞

“Then do what I do when I don’t want to listen to some asshole, fucking flip ‘em off and ignore it.”

[altrxisme]

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“Y’know... I coulda bloody well been off in the Free Marches an’ makin’ a name fer myself if it hadn’t been fer tha’ blighted Blight...” Jackson slurred as he drank from his tankard. The tavern he was currently in brimmed with people from all walks of life, him being one of them. “ ‘Nstead, ‘m havin ta travel farther north cause o’ them refugees... M’don’ blame ‘em though...”

[cuervocanto]

"I want the K"

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

13: Stomach Kiss

After the attack, Zevran wiped his blades on the grass before sheathing them again. Darkspawn blood was a foul ichor that corroded life itself; blades didn’t stand a chance. Luckily, it was a routine fight, minimal fuss. 

That was, until he turned to see Daylen hunched over, holding his stomach. Zevran frowned. He shoved Alistair aside, much to the man’s protests, and yanked Daylen’s hand away. The wound was shallow, but festered at the edges, and the blood clotted and oozed and sinister purple color. 

Zevran cursed in Antivan. 

“Lay down,” he hissed. In the background, Alistair made noises of concern, but Zevran ignored him. Assassin or no, Zevran was the best with poisons, and right now he was the only one who could help the Warden. 

Zevran ripped Daylen’s robes open and away from the wound. 

“Bring me embrium!” He ordered, before putting his lips on the wound. The poisoned blood was vile, and tasted of death. Zevran spat it out into the grass. 

[mcntiroso-blog]

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

“Well, you don’t have to leave. I’m surprised you can even get up right now..”

[madamdefer]

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“I can’t help but wonder, my dear—is it somewhat disheartening to find the world so imperiled again? After all, you worked so hard to save it the last time, only to find it in imminent danger five minutes later.” Vivienne lets out a long-suffering sigh. “In times like these, peace seems like little more than a myth parents tell their children to help them sleep at night.”  

[imnoherald-blog-blog]

“I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls.”

“See anything good from those walls?” She asked, grinning.

[tosolvethequn]

“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.”

“Well you can’t.  Despite what stories may say, immortality is impossible.  Eventually a body just tires out.”