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{ ELLIE | @whirlwiind }

“They didn’t hang you there, you can walk away.” The messenger spoke was clearly, but Cullen was another world away, fingers digging into the oak wood of the shelf in front of him. His breathing was uneven, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to pull himself from the memories of the Circle Tower. He couldn’t focus exactly on what the words meant, because he was too lost in the memories and he was struggling to pull himself back out. But the messenger didn’t seem to notice as she continued to read. 

“Uldred marked you but didn't make you, you stayed you.” He swallowed hard, finding his voice, but it sounded strange, not like himself. “Of course he did. You’re dismissed.” He could see it all again, every second of his time in the Circle, everything that happened in that tower and the abominations that had come from it. It had scarred him and left him a different person. He’d tried to face those demons and drown them, but he couldn’t do it. He heard the footsteps of the messenger leaving and he ran his fingers through his hair, leaning into the shelf because he felt like his legs might give out. He hadn’t heard Uldred’s name spoken in so long, he tried to keep it from his memory. What was Cole getting at? Did he think this was funny or some kind of game? No...the boy wasn’t like that, he didn’t know any better. 

But the words...you stayed you...they replayed in his mind. Was he still the same man he had been before everything had fallen apart? He wasn’t sure, he didn’t feel like that man. He just didn’t know anymore. Swiping his hands over his face, he realized he wasn’t alone in the room and he jumped slightly, though he quickly realized who was standing in the doorway. “Inquisi- Ellie, sorry. I didn’t know you were there.” 

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“my lady inquisitor.” she bowed, plate armor preventing her from curtsying like she was raised to. ocean eyes rise to meet a whirlwind, and she smiled. though the damp cave was far from what the noblewoman had grown up used to, she’d made do with worse during her year fighting the blight. “hawke told me you’d be stopping by.”

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@whirlwiind​ asked “( DANCE + HOVER )” from this meme. 

     The soft symphony coming from inside the palace could be heard from the privacy of the balcony. Cullen wasn’t the best dancer, but for her, he would try and he led her softly into what could be construed as a very bad version of a waltz because it’s slower and he’s careful not to step on her toes, but he leads her anyway, their bodies pressed close together because he wants, no needs to be closer to her. He hadn’t wanted to come to Halamshrial, the thought of having to be involved in the Game had made him anxious and Leliana’s idea of standing there and looking pretty hadn’t gone over well with him either. The number of women who had groped him...he would never come to another party again for as long as he lived. 

      But somehow, it all seemed worth it to him now that he had her in his arms. “I didn’t have a chance to tell you, but you look quite lovely this evening.” He’d been working on that line since they’d left Skyhold and he manages not to even blush that much when it comes out. His scarred lip curls into a smile and he twirls her out and then back into him, catching her so he can dip her and when he pulls her back up, their faces are nearly inches apart. 

     He’s been wanting to kiss her – or rather kiss her again. He hasn’t been able to get her off his mind since the day on the battlements, how warm her lips had felt on his and he leans in close, his mouth brushing hers. His eyes close and he breaths softly, pausing. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your lips since we kissed.” He whispers, “I’d like to kiss you again.” 

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          ONLY desperate men would look at this place and think it worthy of their time — to steal from anyway. Skyhold, as Solas had called it ( seriously? what kind of cheesy name was that? ), looked as though a few ogres came through and held a week-long party in every corridor. Now, Saren wasn’t a stranger to dirty quarters, but he had taken up his mantle as a swift-footed thief for a reason: to not live in filth. He once swore he’d never go back to the piss ridden hovel of a home he had to sleep in as a child. But this? His room had a literal hole in the wall and it was bringing back some memories of rats trying to nip at his feet. So lost in frustration at cleaning the dust and rubble away, Saren took no notice of the newly christened Inquisitor stepping in until it was too late to stop his petty cursing.  ❝ Ah, ❞  he bowed lowly, arm sweeping to the side like all those silly human nobles do, ❝ Inquisitor. If only you came in moments earlier, I could’ve introduced you to the spiders gathered in the corner. ❞

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talking to the moon                                           trying to get to you

neria surana and elena amell

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a, e, h, i!

valentine’s alphabet! || @whirlwiind

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection? - also asked by @greatmartyr

She’s a very tactile person, the kind who derives comfort and reassurance from touching and being near loved ones.  As long as the person is comfy with it, she’s a total personal space invader! Learning what’s important to them and taking an interest in it, or at least trying to, because to her those things matter. Their preferences too; how they take their tea or coffee, their favourite food, the little things that express you pay attention. She has an instinct for finding things people like, so random gifts happen at times.  These aren’t romance exclusive but extend to friends and family members too. 

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

She is 110% a hugger as touched on above! Also her hugs are fantastic because she’s soft and warm, and they can vary from gentle embraces to full body flops on the other person, lol. Also on a tangent, I have very strong headcanons that the Hawke twins in particular are very fond of sprawling on each other #it’sfreerealestate

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Bethany is capable of falling in love alarmingly easy. She’s guarded about the idea of romance in general because being raised in a family with at least two secret apostates, being on the run, having to hide who she is etc gave her massive trust issues and canonically led to self-isolation. The idea of having a family of her own is something she always craved but never honestly believed she’d get to have. But once someone demonstrates that they are trustworthy, that they can keep her secret and most importantly they don’t think less of her for being a mage -- that they value her as a person, and it’s not a ‘despite your magic’ thing either, they have to accept and adore the whole package -- she can fall disgustingly fast!!

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Saying it for the first time is hard, nerve wracking, maybe even terrifying! But once that has been gotten past, she would say it to her partner quite regularly. 

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Anonymous said:The wardens gave you an inflated sense of importance, but you’ll never be anything more than a knife-eared whore. (Rona uwu)

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she’s been called worse; and really, can the truth sting if you know it as a fact? she’d been a prostitute for three years, the she-wolf of denerim. and really, can she blame them for saying that she’s got an inflated sense of importance when she puts on such airs? she has to pretend to be confident, has to pretend like the insults they call their arlessa behind her back don’t bother her. she has to pretend like she isn’t just a scared 20 year old.

she has to pretend like she isn’t some knife-eared whore.

and so she laughs when she overhears a cutting comment, a dig at her race and previous profession. she laughs when they slide backhanded compliments into their conversations like she’s too stupid to know what they’re saying.

“really,” she says, smile bright, but eyes like daggers, “is that the best you can throw at me? you’ll never be more than the thing you’ve been all your life? get some better material, shem, then try again.”

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Anonymous said:She never would have been taken by the wardens if it wasn’t for you. It’s your fault she’s dead. (Neria)

there’s a look of defeat about the mage. downcast eyes, hands clenching into fists then relaxing.

“i know.”