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She wasn’t exactly walking past it—more like pacing. After all, the gates had been closed, and there wasn’t exactly a place to knock. Elgar’nan, she wished that the Keeper had sent one of the hunters of the clan, instead of her. Being the messenger was never really fun.

"Yes—Well, no. You’re a Warden.” Of course he was. “I need to speak to you. It’s important—a message, from my clan.”

This was off to a good start.

"I am." Something he can still barely believe some days. But the woman appears nervous and this is no time to dwell on these thoughts. "Your clan? You're Dalish, aren't you?" Sensitive as always, but it's only now that he notices the markings on her face. The Commander had noted an encounter with one only a few weeks ago, something about her dog being lost in the woods during a walk. In hindsight, he should probably be more interested in his superior's stories. Maybe that's why she's always eyeing him with a sour look on her face.

"Give me the message and I'll deliver it."

#ic;#v: family history;#fadecloaked #{ lmfao carver quit complainin about bianca #hope ts cool that i referenced out banter thread from forever ago }#{ this doesnt sound like him at all bye }

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Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Neck Deep

All credits to Kerrang!, Neck Deep, Green Day and all involved in the recording and production of the song.

#bard;#lbr carver is the angriest teen in the universe

{ annabelle. }

“Six sovereigns away ‘till we are awarded the privilege to dive into the scenic Deep Roads, get the Taint, and die.” The satisfying clapping noise of her journal snapped shut, and Hawke rises from the small, shabby desk to slide her blades into their sheathes, responding over her shoulder to Carver. “A templar-recruit called Keran has gone missing. His sister suspects foul play. We shmooze enough among the templars — maybe you could pick up something heavy, put it down again — bring him up, find out he’s just been on a bender in the Rose for a week, and get paid. Seems simple enough!”

"Templars?" It's instinct, the way the word alone makes his heart beat faster. Instinct that he wants to say they can't, can't socialize with them, not when-But they can. Can, now that both of the family's apostate's are dead. Two years since he last saw Bethany smile and still, he sometimes forgets she's not by his side. "Can't you do it? With the way the dwarf's been singing your praises, they'll fall over themselves, trying to get to you." He doesn't need this, doesn't need her attempts at making him feel less useless. Throws it in her face, knowing he'll cave, unable to miss out on the possibility of even the slightest bit of recognition. If he were more self-aware, he might question the reasoning of his antics.

#ic;#herorecipe #v: new beginnings;#{ ty!! and np #wait i hecked up and said act 1 instead of the one year in between but yolo this fits even better?#oh god do i try }#parent death mention /#sibling death mention /

{ herorecipe. }

"What job have you cooked up this time?" If there's one thing he wishes for, it's a day of work that doesn't get his ass beat. Yes, he had been the one advocating for the Red Irons, but that is of no importance now, okay?

#ic;#herorecipe #v: new beginnings;#{ goes w/ act 1 if thats cool }#{ luv this nerd #hope i dont ruin him }

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"Are you lost?" She's walking past the Keep's gates for the third time within the last hour and frankly, he's getting tired of seeing it.

#ic;#fadecloaked #v: family history;#{ lmao i cant come up with tags but here u go }

ok instead of just hecking around I'll try to find my carver voice. Like this if you want a (probably really short) starter. Can't promise how long it'll take, but I'll do my best.

#starter call;#i'm so afraid of writing canons lol

i agree with peyote u r a nerd lil carver

#ooc;#letters;#*carver has left the party*#what even is this #herorecipe

dear brother, u r a nerd. luv, peyton

Carver: +1000 Rivalry

#ooc;#i can't belieb this...#ok I'm ACTUALLY gonna do smth on here soon I promise #Anonymous #letters;

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commission for circletowers of her warden, Bianca Amell!

#glimpses;#hero of ferelden;#{ there is not a single blog of mine that will exist without this commission }

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"So...you traveled with her, back then?" Her being the Warden-Commander, Hero of Ferelden. His cousin. He just can't seem to catch a break with famous relatives, can he?

#ic;#banter;#cxsteless #{ i havent even got verses tags yet this blog is a mess }

#ooc;#am I really doing this??

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#glimpses;#mirror;

The midday sun is burning down on them with brutal force, a swarm of ominous sounding birds moving above them, their shadows following his steps as if just waiting to swoop down on him, to rip the skin from his still living body, to make him regret ever agreeing to this job. Hah, agreeing. As if he had a choice. He is not the Hawke making the decisions. No, their family's main provider (and his only remaining sibling, as the constant absence of Bethany's soft footsteps, the lack of her laugh proves) is walking two steps ahead of him, purpose in her step, staff already in her hand despite their destination still feeling miles away. His frown grows deeper, sweat trickling down his brow as he wipes it away with the back of his hand, the heavy sword hanging between his shoulder blades digging into his back. The weight that he has been carrying with him ever since Lothering, ever since Ostagar if he is honest with himself, settles deeper in the pit of his stomach. He swallows.

"You just carrying that to draw attention or are we there yet?"

#fractumavis #ic;#{ im still trying to find Carver's voice ugh #this sucks sorry omg }