#woofff

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     *   protective  prompts  •  ACCEPTING

            ↪  @icebloods​  whispered  ;   “  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ” <3

          a  blank  stare  ahead,  blood  dripping  down  her  chin  and  soaking  her  blouse  —  mae  doesn’t  even  really  realize  he’s  speaking  until  he’s  taking  a  gentle  hold  of  her  hand.  ❝  i’m  sorry,  gio.  ❞  the  words  sound  far - away,  like  they  don’t  really  belong  to  her . . .  she’s  not  even  entirely  sure  what  she’s  apologizing  for,  or  what  she’s  even  THINKING.  her  mind  feels  like  white  noise,  and  giovanni  may  not  think  so  —  but  his  help  is  needed  more  than  ever  in  this  moment.  she  swallows  down  her  feelings,  or  at  least  tries  to,  her  gaze  cast  downward  as  he  guides  her  to  the  bathroom.  she  hears  the  shower  turn  on,  and  gio’s  hands  on  her  waist  —  he  asks  her  to  lift  her  arms,  but  it  sounds  warbled . . .  like  her  head  was  underwater  when  he  tried  to  speak  to  her.  

          but  the  blonde  is  lifting  her  arms  anyways,  glassy  eyes  not  daring  to  look  him  in  the  face  as  he  undresses  her.  ❝  i didn’t . . .  i - i  didn’t  mean  to  do  it.  ❞  a  shake  of  her  head,  features  twisting  up  into  something  unreadable.  when  mae  finally  lifts  her  head  to  look  at  him,  crimson  liquid  spills  from  her  tear  ducts  and  down  her  cheeks.  ❝  i - i’m  just  a  blood  hungry  monster.  ❞

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                                                                                                           @arsuledin His staff was broken- he couldn’t believe it. The thing had lasted them from Tevinter as it should have. It was sturdy wood and crystal and had never shown any hint of bending. Yet here it had snapped, rent in half by demon claws. Calef wasn’t sure what they would do now. They did not have the money for a new one and he wasn’t about to dip into the warzones and steal one from a corpse. Free goods were tempting but they were often a trap and being foolish enough to fall into the trap was just inviting an arrow to the neck.

Calef pressed his ears flat against his head as he lifted his gaze to Halas who was tucking his dagger back in his belt and the stranger-mage who seemed to be looking at them just as critically. Whatever. He couldn’t blame the elf- a couple of ex-dalish apostates wandering the countryside was probably highly suspicious.

He pressed the back of one hand against the back of his mouth, wiping blood and sweat from it. “Thanks for the help,” he humbled and had about adressed Halas about taking a safer rout when the taller elf pressed a blackened palm to his chest. “Fen’harel,” he called, voice dipping into an older accent. “Are you not dead like the rest?” Halas’ voice was thick with inquiry but there was an undertone of accusation under it.  Calef snapped his head up, a sound of surprise on his lips as Halas turned the accusation full force as he looked at the younger elf. “You said everyone was dead!”