What attracted Vincent to Josie? How would he woo her?
Vincent is a very private person, and he’s conscious of boundaries from his life in the Circle. The first time he met her, his thought process was “capable, confident lady who knew how to put out political fires before they started.” Pretty was an understatement, but it was also a footnote to his initial impression. He’d known a lot of people who had been pretty but not much anything else, so he tends to look at things deeper than face value, especially since people tend to form inaccurate opinions about him based on his own appearance.
It took a long while for him to work himself out of the strictly compartmentalized work and personal boundaries he had set, but Josephine’s clever mind and personality made it hard to stay work friends only. The more time they spent together, the more he realized that he had fallen without even knowing.
Vincent is a detail-oriented person, so when Josephine offhandedly mentions her preference to certain flowers, he goes out of his way to get them for her. He also enchants them so their scent lasts longer and they live for weeks after being cut. He’s a poet and a romantic at heart, so he takes to writing little daily snippets and tucking them away in her office where she’s most likely to find them and think about him during the day.
Thank you for the ask! Set post-Inquisition, but before Trespasser.
It had been an awful day. On one hand, it was good to see that her status as Inquisitor didn’t give her any extra leeway in her old academic circles, but on the other, she wished that people would take her recent adventures out into the Frostback Basin seriously. Ravena had just spent the better part of an afternoon debating with fellow scholars the merit of a certain text and she had half a mind to bring Bram with her the next time it happened to strengthen her case that the text that archivists had considered sacred and originating from Andraste’s time was actually a bastardized version of an Avaar folklore that had important names and places swapped out.
Ravena sighed. Knowing the people she had been arguing with, any compelling proof either she or Professor Kenric would bring to them would only be met with skepticism and denial. It was mindsets like these that made her want to bang her head against a wall in frustration and long to be a full-time treasure hunter for private collectors.
“Either that or move to Orlais to be part of the Academy there. They sound a lot more tolerant to different ideas than those here in the Free Marches.”
“What was that?” Ravena’s mood instantly brightened at the sound of the voice calling out from the kitchen. Briefly sitting down on the bench near the front door, she pulled her boots off and curled her stockinged toes against the warm braided rag rug before making her way deeper into her home she and Thom had decided to spend the month in. With the fall of Corypheus, both of them had decided they needed a well-deserved vacation. They had briefly considered staying a little closer to Skyhold, but a pang of homesickness and a sudden need to show Thom her - their - home in Tantervale had seen them traveling via carriage and ship.
Everything was as she had remembered it, albeit covered in a thick layer of dust. Her cousin Henri had been living there for a time, but he’d forgotten to cover the furniture with dust cloths before he had gone off to a new assignment. Ravena didn’t mind: she was merely grateful that he had remembered to empty the larder of perishable food and lock the place up before leaving.
Cleaning had given her and Thom a chance to get to know the cottage again. It wasn’t as sprawling or majestic as Skyhold, but it was a modest sized home complete with a nice garden and an old, rarely used storage building that Thom was already making plans to convert into a workshop. The gardens were a bit overgrown, but Ravena was looking forward to trying her hand at tending to them. In all, the house was a welcome haven away from her recent fame and she treasured the time she was able to spend alone with Thom, free of any Inquisition related responsibilities.
“Ravena? Was that you?”
She leaned against the door jamb and felt the last of the day’s tension leave her. Thom was at the small stove, a cast iron skillet with something delicious smelling sizzling away.
“Now you’re a welcome sight,” she said, going over to him and sinking into the open arms he held out for her.
“Another rough day with the idiots who think they know more than you?”
She snorted. “It’s one way to put it. Though I’m sure they’d take offense at your description.” Sighing, Ravena melted against his chest when Thom’s fingers began to massage away a knot at the back of her neck that had bothered her all day. “What are you making?”
“Fish, fresh caught this morning, if the man I bought then from was telling me the truth. There’s some roasted vegetables from the garden to go with. It’s simple, but…”
She stopped him by pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s perfect.”
Thom tipped his head down and gave her a soft kiss. “I’m sorry you had such a trying day.”
Ravena smiled and kissed him again. “It’s getting better.”
I mean this is more of a technical thing to notice but I like the clarity your writing has; it's to the point but it does have an elegance to it as well. It's really accessible but beautifully written at the same time.
💝💝 gosh all of these are making me feel so nice! thank u soph!!
Rolfe “I am the sexiest person in this room” Trevelyan did not wear the Nutcracker uniform. He chose a form-fitting (aka, does this make my butt look amazing, Y/Y?) outfit in black with plenty of room to hide knives everywhere on his person. For someone more comfortable in looser casual clothing, he’s pretty at ease with the more formal look and made sure to wow everyone at Halamshiral.
Delores hates dressing up. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t know how to or that she’s not fully capable of sprinting in stiletto heels (especially after falling through a fish tank), but she’d rather spend the same amount of credits that would buy her a sparkly dress on a new gun for her collection. When she does get the wild hair to dress up in something not dress blues, she goes for the classic little black dress that’s flattering enough on her to turn heads yet easy to maneuver in should the need arise (say, running from mercenaries after falling through a fish tank.)
2 and 10 for Cade and Scott *fingers guns into the hellhole of uni*
answered 10!
2. Who’s the one to send the other “I love my gf/bf” memes
they both do. scott has to introduce cade to the memes though, but cade takes them fully in his stride and becomes a true meme connoisseur while scott watches on in horror
these memes are sweet though and you can tell when they get one because they smile at their datapads like absolute fucking dorks and it’s disgustingly cute
15. what habits of the other drives them crazy?Ravena: (serious) Thom has a tendency to tell half-truths or omit things. He catches himself doing it and it happens less often as the years go on, but it’s a knee-jerk reflex that just happens. (not so serious) He shaves his beard at least once or twice a year, usually in the spring or summer months. Ravena mourns the coming of Shearing Season.
Thom: (serious) Ravena pushes herself too hard to the point of exhaustion. She takes every request personally and won’t rest until it’s been resolved to her liking. (not so serious) She leaves multiple cups of coffee or tea everywhere, each in different stages of fossilization.
23. who steals the blankets?Ravena. Good luck trying to get them away from her, Thom. After Haven and the trek to Skyhold (and especially the Emprise du Lion), she dislikes being cold.
36. typical date night? out or at home?They’re both homebodies who prefer the quiet of their home to relax together. Typical activities include making dinner together and snuggling. If they do go out, they head to a tavern to enjoy a pint and a meal before walking around and playing tourist in their own (adopted) hometown.
“I’d wait a million years for someone just like you” Scott and Cade? *eyes*
Red light spills in across the Pathfinder’s room, illuminating every angle, curve and corner it can reach. Scott lies there, tangled uncomfortably in his own sheets but too tired to move, and relishing the way memory finds him so easily, bathed in the same red light as him. It’s laden with the taste of metal and smoke on his lips, whiskey on his tongue, the rumble of laughter between them while fumbling hands find each other. Scott wishes he could stay, just in that moment, to freeze time around them while they lived another day, or a lifetime.
But that memory is two million light years away. Six hundred years dead. There’s nothing left of it save what Scott remembers, and that hurts the most.
“I’d wait a million years for someone just like you.”
“You might have to.”
Scott can hear his voice so clearly, the sweetest words spoken with the wickedest smile. He twists his hands in his sheets, curling in on the ache in his chest as the light grows cold, but still red, still caught in Omega’s dim morning. He’ll stay there as long as the light will let him.
