#wildcardsera

[lupuspopuli]

@wildcardsera continued from x

Sera sat on the roof of the tavern, staring at her plate of baked cookies. Her now wrinkled at them but then her eyes flicked up to someone who popped in, “If it isn’t the Harold,” she looked to the cookies, “I tried to make cookies again. They still taste like arse."

They always will. She doesn’t want it to be that way, but bad memories leave bad tastes. Bad tastes? “Pft, never a good thing, especially when it comes to fancy foods… Cookies… Whatever.” she held up the plate to offer one to Remus.

Even from the courtyard, how could anyone miss those bright yellow breeches stark against the shingles? It only took a few moments longer for him to climb the tavern stairs and crawl out the window to meet her.

“Am I always going to find you on the roof when you make cookies?” He quirked his eyebrow, pushing himself from the windowsill to stand firm footed on the roof. Perhaps next time they could pick a spot nearer the garden for a nicer view. As it was the clanking of metal from the training dummies carried towards them on the wind. “Please call me Remus, if I have to hear one more ‘your Worship’ or ‘Herald’ out of someone I’m going to be sick.”

Picking his way across the rooftop, Remus took a seat next to her with his feet dangling from the edge.

“Maybe next time we can try baking them together?” He suggested, plucking a cookie from the plate. “I’ve never baked anything, but it might be fun.”

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

@wildcardsera,  @serasbeesandarrows

[mademyselfreal]

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                                headcanons ; accepting

☂ – what does your muse like to do on a rainy day?

        dark clouds can lead to dark thoughts, people stuck inside with nothing but their own company to keep them sane. fires burn inside skyhold, like the ones that burned haven, trying to keep the living warm so they can forget about the dead. cats yowl when the first drop falls, soldiers train in muddy fields, swords clashing like thunder in the distance. on rainy days cole does what he always does. 

         he helps. ( josephine’s head is hung, can’t plan the weather but can’t present the inquisition like this, makeup dabbed over the bags underneath her eyes, they’re only as good as their first impression—he leaves tea on her desk, the kind her mother made before she left antiva. the jasmine oil was hard to find, but worth it when she sighs, momentarily content. ) 

[lieutenantofthechxrgers-blog]

“I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.”

🎭 Masquerade Ball Starters 🎭  - [ACCEPTING]

@wildcardsera

Krem beamed proudly as he tugged at the collar of his brand new suit that was tailored by him for just this occasion. He sure did wear it well though, he had to admit. “Is it such a surprise to see me in something other than armor or a tunic? If I’m being honest, I’m much more surprised to see YOU in something so fancy.”

Truth be told, it was extremely out of place.