#valkury01

[crimsonstarred-blog]

@valkury

   “—trouble!” if the fizzing, static-y pain in their head tells the doctor anything, it’s that they wake and sit up quicker than they should’ve. but since that’s not really helpful and they’re halfway there they might as well make the full journey to standing. even if there’s a couple of wincing pit stops along the way. still, they make it, despite not being entirely sure why they had to in the first place. knocked out mid-sentence? for a start, that’s just rude. “val!” they cry in relief at the sight of her, half-rushing half-stumbling over to help her up. “good, you’re here, you’re safe. had a terrifying moment of thinking i nodded off in the middle of a supernova. again. and when i say ‘in the middle of’, i mean right in...” another jab of pain in the not-inconsiderable forehead cuts them off with a hiss. “whew, that’s nasty. are you okay? don’t suppose you saw what might’ve hit us or know where we are? because for once i’m happy to admit i haven’t got a clue.”

[tairngire]

     ❝ your grace, i suggest you take a meal before we commence with this trial. ❞ the scroll she holds beneath her arm is impressive in its weight and she’s thankful that her parents didn’t neglect her physical training as well as her mental. both were being put to the test with what they had set before them as they walk skyhold together. perhaps she holds back a laugh as she continues ---  ❝ for their age, their track record is rather.. impressive. for criminals. ❞ / @valkury

[howyll-blog]

“ THEY’RE RHINESTONES, VAL. i honestly don’t know what else you expected of me. ” whoever decided sleeves that didn’t billow was a good idea, anyway? the air feel stuffy between leather and skin but they keep smile curling along their lips. “ i think it’s an improvement. come on --- yours next. ” / @valkury

[slainastral]

           “ --- get married instead, and spend all night in bed. “

@valkury / “off to sea once more” storm weather shanty choir

[spiresoul-blog]

           “ you are brave. “ music filters up from the tavern to where he sits half in shadow. distant he feels barmaid’s longing, a soldier’s weary heart. songs which melt into the one delivered by minstrel ( not bard. she dislikes being called such ) that isn’t what begs his focus at the moment. it’s her. how uncertainty sometimes clouds great mind. ( she should have been the one to die --- not them --- anyone but them ) he knows guilt. knows the bruises it can leave on the ribcage and tighten the lungs.

          “ you heard the hurt in the world and listened. “ marvel drips from words spoken. cole’s head tips. he looks to valkyrie while seeming to stare through her, instead of at her. “ and you spoke back. that makes you brave. “ / @valkury