#withinvigil

[abitterveteran]

when you’re doing some heavy-duty plotting and world building involving characters that are definitely not your own

[abitterveteran]

withinvigil

{ ♕ }    "Where the hell have you been?" He snapped bitterly, arms folding,                 fingers tucked between his chest and biceps. He was a patient                 man--to an extent--but having been left to the whims of whatever                 nonsense kicked up during Marcus' leave was a little more than                 infuriating. And it had been just that--nonsense. These idiots didn't                 know what honour and sacrifice was if it hit them in the face, clearly.

                                "Do tell me you at least found what you were looking for,                                  Warden, lest all of Thedas fall into disrepair. Again."

[cvsteless]

"I want to look him in the eye and ask, ‘Why?’"

a sentiment broscareadily agrees with.why. ( maybe his-- she doesn'twant to think of his name, but does anyways, leske-- betrayalcuts deep, after allthis time )"trust meh--"

( there is something likeunderstanding in her eye )

"sometimes, it'sbest not t' know.somethings ye just--yer better o' wonderin'than knowin the truth.but ah understand."

[shedancess-archive-blog]

withinvigil:

Despite the witch’s mysterious character, Marcus kept a stoic look upon his face. Contemplating at best. His brows furrowed at her words.

“As ambiguous as ever, Flemeth.   A simple hello, would do. “

     ❝ Ahh, and when have you ever known me to be simple? Where simplicity lingers, I prefer to disband it. ❞

[ Flemeth's gentle gaze lingered on him as if she were examining him -- in a habitual attempt to pinpoint what had changed about him since he had 'slain' her; something that likely seemed long ago to him, yet only yesterday to her. She hardly showed any signs of animosity, however. ]

     ❝ Hello, child. ❞

[abitterveteran]

+ withinvigil

      "So you return." Came the words from his mouth, laced within a laboured sigh through his teeth. His head--now absent of the trademark, lengthy mane--bowed in what seemed to be respect for the man before him, and once-clean, now-unshaven face had become obscured by the frame of his own face and the Warden armour that hung heavily upon his shoulders.

      "And what, praytell, would you ask of me, Warden-Commander?"

[forhisfamily]

Little thing

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

The sword he clasps is bigger than even he is, but that doesn't stop the shaggy-haired little boy from flailing it around as if he's trying to do some major damage. The most harm he inflicts is upon his father's shins, and Bryce should find himself happy that this sword is only made of wood.

Balfour squints up at his brother, giving his 'greatsword' one last great swing before saying anything. "I have to practice if I want them to sing songs about me one day. And you're in my way!"

[sexiestbearda]

withinvigil started following you

A calm night.

Hawke knew better of course. Kirkwall was a deceptive city and even Hightown with its quiet streets made a perfect environment for ambushes in the night. A lone man, champion or not, wandering about in the open made for easy prey. He kept his bladed staff in one hand, half expecting an altercation at every corner he rounded.

His mabari loped ahead of him, far too preoccupied with sniffing the petunias of some hightown manor's front garden to mind the possible dangers of the city. Hawke rolled his eyes, a hand resting against his hip as he came to a stop as well.

He spotted the other man just as Growlie trotted back to him, carrying a stick in his mouth. Hawke barely paid his dog any mind, his attention fixed on the stranger, his gaze going immediately to the sword at his hip. Not a bandit or some sort of thief in the night, Hawke was certain of this, but there was that unmistakable sense of power to him that had Hawke on edge.

He waved weakly at the stranger. "So, out for a midnight stroll?"