#withtaintedcrown

[willreignite]

Things had changed after the war. That was to be expected, considering how they nearly lost. Many people still left behind seemed to be trying their best to return life to some semblance of normalcy, despite their losses and the monuments that had been erected. Monuments and other tokens that were a point of pride to those who wanted their strength immortalized.

Lagan just wanted to remember he survived at all. It was hard to believe, at times, especially with how surreal all that had occurred seemed to him. He hadn’t sure how to have it done, though. He had some physical items at home, but it didn’t seem to be enough, and he had started to consider something a little more personal. A tattoo.

After having thought of a design and agreed on an artist, he had to get it done. It was all so simple when discussing, but now he felt some nerves creep up while he waited. What he was getting was something on the upper arm, and it was bigger than he would have agreed to in the past, but he still wanted it.

Talking seemed to help. Though, he wasn’t expecting this company.

“You say that with such certainty,” Lagan noted with a slight amusement in his tone, seated with his elbows rested on his legs and his hands clasped together. “I happen to rather like this one, despite some of the more grating characters.” Namely Sparatus. “Or was I mistaken in thinking well of our hero?”

Jack said a tattoo was a good way to deal with the past. Vega had some similar opinion on the matter as well. Zaeed just gave her that crooked smile of his and presented his own sleeve. So she thought to herself: why the hell not? Yet contrary to Vega’s suggestions she didn’t want to get that N7 piece. She gave her life to the military and it had costed her an arm and almost a leg. She could get at least a patch of her own skin for herself. A rather large patch since it seemed that nowadays everything in her life was supposed to be big.

Finding an artist whose work she’d find appealing and fitting her style did take some time but she finally settled with that person calling themselves Axis. Their portfolio was impressive and the way they handled their ink machine was simply incredible.

This definitely wasn’t her first session and she had already learned who was a newbie and who might need a form of support. A simple conversation could work wonders and definitely would do the trick.

“It’s kinda cheesy, don’t you think? The greatest works end in tragedies. This just looks so cheap.” She made a vague hand gesture. “And yes, you was mistaken. Your so called hero is definitely a shit tier, drinking too much and pissing off some politicians. You should get yourself a new one, this time with a valid warranty.”

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[theprincessofalbion]

💀 drowned by angry citizens outside Bowerstone and left where he died

The princess had escaped the castle again to explore the world outside, something she didn't get to do often. She wandered around Bowerstone for a while, examining wares in various shops and talking to the people. The people themselves knew she would sneak into town, bringing money for some charitable action like buying shoes for all of the orphans, they also knew better than to let the guards or the king know. They knew she wasn't supposed to be out.

After a while of helping with something or other in town she wandered outside the walls of the town into the valley, hoping to see some form of animal, hopefully friendly in nature. She happily strolled down the path toward the lake in the middle, maybe there was an otter or two out playing. Of course she avoided the wolves and ruffians out and about as she went.

When she reached the lake she noticed what looked like a person face down in the water and ran over, worried. Rose barely noticed the kind of clothing worn by the male in the water as she pulled him out and flipped him over, a scream igniting from her throat. The now soaked princess dragged him further from the water and desperately tried to resuscitate him using what little knowledge she'd managed to get her nurses and doctors to impart on her over the years.

Rose tried everything she could think of, CPR included, yet nothing worked. He was gone long before she arrived. The girl pulled him into her arms and let the sobs she'd been holding back break free, tears streaking down her warm face onto her brother's cold one. She pushed his wet hair out of his face as she cried.

"L..Logan..Logan why..? Don't..don't leave me alone.."

It wouldn't be until later that she would know how true those words rang. She was completely and utterly alone. She'd never see him smile again, hear him call her name to encourage her or to scold, or feel him hug her. Her world went from bright and colourful in an instant, draining to cold, bleak, and grey.

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            “This little one reminds me of my first cat named Simon...” Jasper picked up the stray tenderly, holding it with both hands. Normally he would not imagine picking up an animal while not knowing where it’s been, but this one really did bear a remarkable resemblance to his beloved childhood pet, and in the moment he found himself rather overcome with a sort of transfixed sentimentality---not that it showed, of course, in tone of voice nor countenance. “He had a grey tuxedo with while little socks, just like this. And a patient temperament.” The cat, hardly old enough to not be called a kitten anymore, let itself be handled without a care. Jasper had to refuse himself the urge to hold it close and feel its warm little heartbeat against him, but he did give it a good scratch under the chin.

He turned to Logan after a second of nostalgic thought, the faintest of smiles on his face. “Cats will come here and visit other homes to search for and eat mice in the kitchen. They have many uses.” He turned his head back, holding the furry babe out as though to speak to it directly. “But I am afraid there are no mice nor rats to be had here, young sir or madam. That position has been thoroughly filled by my staff, and you will have to seek employment elsewhere.” The cat didn’t look him in the eye, ashamed---or perhaps just disinterested. When it turned its newly yellow-green eyes Logan’s way, Jasper did the same. “What do you propose we do with them, sir?”

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Alone in his office, the commander stares through the arrowslit overlooking the valley beneath Skyhold. Albeit the snow still falls here, he knows the spring is already melting the ice over the hills of Honnleath. He can smell it in the drafts of wind sneaking in through the window and skimming his features with sudden puffs. It’s just a hint coming from far away as the memory lurking in the back of his mind. The air held the same delicate scent the day they came in their shiny armours to bring him away. He can still feel the soft touch of Mia’s long curls on his face as she bent to press a kiss on his forehead, her hands firmly seizing his shoulders. He can still see her eyes sparkling with pride as she pulled away and winked: “See you soon, brother. Don’t forget to write.”

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          Teldryn was not a fan of the former king of Albion. In fact, he was firmly in the ‘let’s skin him alive’ camp. It was because of Logan’s cruelty, insanity, and lack of leadership that had, in his opinion, run the country into the ground. Lots of people suffered and died, never mind the fact that he didn’t have two coins to rub together. Relief eventually came in the form of the tyrant’s younger sibling, but that didn’t change anything. The damage had already been done.

            So when he found the man surrounded by bandit thugs, he was tempted to let them have him. It would have been easy to turn around and ignore his suffering, just as Logan had done to so many before. But those pesky little imps called morals tugged at him, and before he could stop himself, he was drawing his sword.

[theprincessofalbion]

//So..apparently Reaver took the lead on the Tumblr crushes thing..Logan and Marcia after him. I thought this was funny and wanted to share.

[theprincessofalbion]

"I'm not crying."

Rose had been walking past her brother’s study on her way elsewhere when she heard the muffled noise, she didn’t know what it was as she’d never heard it at least not like this. She’d never seen or heard Logan cry before. Nudging the door open enough to peek in, she spotted him at his desk. While she couldn’t see his face, she could hear better and see that he was shaking the way she did when she cried.

The princess quietly walked in and to her brother’s side. “Logan..?” She wrapped her arms around her father figure in an attempt to comfort him. “Why are you crying?”

[theprincessofalbion]

Tell me a happy memory

“Do you remember when I was learning to read? I was really struggling and you would take time out of your day to come help me. We’d sit in the library surrounded by books and maps as you taught me how to read the names of countries and easy books. I’ll never forget when I first managed to read on my own and read you Shakespeare’s The Tempest. No one thought I’d be able to read that but I was so determined to make you smile that I did it. Your face that day kept me happy for a couple weeks at least.” Rose recalled the way her brother’s face had lit up, he’d looked stressed mere moments before. “I hope it made you happy too.”