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He can't say he misses the cells back in Skyhold. The pounding of the waterfall yet simultaneously the eerie quiet of being the only one locked away. The Inquisitor did not keep prisoners, and as he found out they did not intend to keep him one also. When they come for him months after his first hearing. He expects the Inquisitor has changed their mind, he's to be sent to Kirkwall, put to death, or banished. Bitterly all things he knows he deserves but only one he fears. Instead he's told they need to make up Warden numbers.

Being shipped to Weisshaupt was the last thing he ever expected to happen. It's just him and a few other recruits. Already down one as a man saw fit to cut and run. Surely being a Grey Warden couldn't be as bad as . . . what? As what? Samson was nothing now, he should be grateful to being sent here for a purpose. Even if that purpose was to die. 'Everything dies.' He comforts himself.

But then again he didn't know much about the Wardens. As they did what they were supposed to do and that's all he cared about, especially appreciated how they didn't stick their nose into others business. Yet he heard of how one 'joins', it was a 50/50 if he'd even make it through that. Still, the fresh air of the Anderfels did him some good the cells didn't.

"Hey? Stuff it." He tells the man across from him to shut up.

The closer they get to the fortress the more his 'brothers' all tremble. Samson does also, but it's from withdrawal then anything else. He's agitated at everything going on around them. Weisshaupt looms above them all and one can only hope who meets them tells them what the fuck is going to happen to them. As the one who steers the cart they're all riding in won't say a word. The Wardens really were a tight lipped bunch.

#wardenloghain #//i'll just leave this here flakjwer #! verse : OH. HOW FAR YOU ARE FROM HOME.

It's nearing midnight. Samson is sure of it. Yet neither of them had budged where they sat around the fire. He can't remember who's supposed to take first watch, just that they lapsed into a silence until he broke it. He wasn't afraid of silence, no, earlier that day after leaving the fortress they had not talked for almost two hours. It was rare to find someone you could be comfortable in silence with. Samson thinks it's easy with Loghain.

Yet Samson also found it hard not to comment on everything to Loghain.

'or me?'

Huh. He wasn't expecting that question posed back to him. Samson can't really ask himself why he said that, it was blurted more then anything. "Suppose it could go both ways, yeah?" Looking down at his hands, he started to crack his fingers one by one. "I know who you are and what you did, and you know who I am and what I did. But here we are."

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#//lmao sorry anna i'm just gonna send you 10000 things because i love u and want 10000 things with you #wardenloghain #! verse : OH. HOW FAR YOU ARE FROM HOME.

“What is Go? I don’t know her, she blocked me.”

Two AM at a Denny’s with Loghain is not where Samson thought he’d see himself today.

Especially not with Officer Loghain.

The man who sat opposite of him had recently gone off the clock. Even so the older man looked professional in his uniform. Especially compared to Raleigh’s disheveled and almost harassed look.

He’s in mid bite with a sweet blueberry pancake when Loghain says something to him.

“Huh?”

“What is Go? I don’t know her, she blocked me.”

If it’s a joke, he doesn’t get it at first. Instead he stuffs the bite into his mouth and squints at Loghain who’s in turn squinting at his phone.

Swallowing he lowers the fork, “was that a fuckin’ dad joke?” He’s clearly amused but looking for an explanation also. “Have you ever played Monopoly in your life?” For some reason he can’t quite picture Loghain as a doting father playing Monopoly with his daughter, Anora. But then again he can’t even picture the cop being a child and not coming out a fully formed human adult. Until he saw proof, like pictures of his childhood, he didn’t believe it.

monopoly sentence starters // not accepting

#wardenloghain #! verse : THE WORLD WAS NEVER GENTLE.#//loghain better be on good terms with his daughter in this au and texts her embarrassing things pls

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Send 👊 to punch my muse // selectively accepting

“Say no more” They’re fighting. Hm. Really fighting.

None of that sparring, training, even friendly. Samson strikes to hurt and Loghain must know it because he treats him in like. The punch he takes across the jaw has him stumbling back, one arm outstretched to collect himself on the weapons rack behind him. “Still got it huh, old man?”

It feels sweet to say that to someone older than him, yet simultaneously he feels like a bastard also. This was, huh, his friend. Maybe more. But as always his luck is down and he shot off his mouth to truly the last person that might be on his side in this maker forsaken world.

He’s not paying attention and he takes another blow. This dizzies him. He’s not trying anymore and the fires gone. He wishes he had lyrium. Red lyrium.

#wardenloghain #! inbox : DARK WINGS DARK WORDS.

➙ Pinch them

touch meme // :^)

“ fuck ! “

out of everything they’ve been through, searching the mines, repelling darkspawn, collapsing the mine, the whole fucking mountain coming down on them -- it would be Loghain’s pinch that makes him curse out loud.

the wardens have stayed behind now. the inquisition’s forces moving onwards. they’ll patrol for a time, make sure the outbreak is truly gone.

after the mountain it’s all very anticlimactic.

except for his superior and his hands. he had gotten a good bit of his ear pinched and its infuriating. he is no child and he held his own since their arrival.

“ you know if you’re happy I survived, you could just tell me. “ samson sounds pissed but its far from the truth. he enjoys this feeling, someone being worried about him. it was even greater to know he had someone he worried about as well. he was not alone anymore. “ for example: glad you lived, Loghain. i’d have missed you. “ he walks closer to the other warden now, grinning. “ see? like that, wasn’t so hard. none of that pinching business.”

when samson comes to a halt right in front of Loghain, his grin fades. a serious look passing over his features. “ don’t fight so far away from me next time, i lose sight of you and its as if i’ve taken a fuckin’ sword in the chest. “ his words are soft, only for their ears. “ let’s not be heroes, yeah? we’re survivors.”

#wardenloghain #! inbox : DARK WINGS DARK WORDS.#samson: if u die i s2g

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing

touch meme // :^)

with a sharp tug to the buckle on his armors arm, Samson becomes acutely aware of how close Loghain is to him. in most cases he’d see the other as trying to intimidate, dominate, a power play a superior would do to their subordinate. ‘ sloppy. ‘ he can almost imagine those words. but that is not so, not anymore.

there is something soft in the older warden’s eyes. the rest of the man might look the perfect painting of a soldier made of steel, but Loghain’s eyes cannot fool him. they are too blue but they’re not frozen, Samson’s own patchwork ones stare back. he gets satisfaction when those blue ones look away first.

they were not expected to leave until tomorrow in the morning; ‘ change of plans. ‘ was told to him, and like any other good grey warden he’d packed and changed as soon as it was told of him. going through the motions. it was known that they were to meet Inquisition forces and another party of wardens at Gamordan Peaks. time was against them it seemed as the deployment was to happen within the hour. he likes to think its partially Loghain’s doing, the man had seemed restless and ready to be on his way. the wardens had sustained casualties in several linked missions beforehand. they were not to lose anymore, not if they could help it. or he was sure what Warden Loghain was thinking.

he’s elated however at the prospect of being on horseback, the only mood killer being why they needed horses. it was nice enough not to march to the mountains and through them. yet darkspawn did have the effect of putting a damper on everything.

another sharp tug happens when he’s just about to mount a strong looking bay, underneath her forelock is a white star. this time its the leather straps just beneath his arms on his sides. Loghain says something to him then. yet Samson gets it.

He gets it now.

“ You be careful also, old man. “

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“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

Sparring/Training meme // accepting

"Hey?“ Samson’s clutching his side, a stitch in it, while sweat drips off him in the most unattractive way possible. "Can you fuck off? Maybe?"

There’s nothing behind his words. No malice, in fact it’s almost … Playful. If he can be that anymore. Especially with someone like the sorry old sob giving him more then he could take it seems. Senior Warden Loghain was many things, and one of them was a tough old bastard.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?” loghain interjects.

Disrupting his focus on trying to breath again; that has Samson give a double take. As if to portray, ‘ex-fucking-cuse me?’ Instead he lets his hand drop, stretching out his side while jiggling the hilt of the sword in his hand. "On a scale of one to ten? That’s cute, you know? Heard that before.” They’ve been at it all morning but neither backs down. This is a pissing contest he’s not going to lose. Not to a once upon a time nobility. A Teyrn.

#wardenloghain #! inbox : DARK WINGS DARK WORDS.#queue.