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i haven't even been active in this account to click any dodgy links @--@ i will try to do what I can to fix this and if anyone has any advice i would be very thankful for it!!!
*thinks about The Mercenary’s Price again*
Anyone else ever wanna just… make pre-established connections between characters without having to RP it out cuz you’re a tired busy adult?
Like just hit each other up with shenanigans and tomfoolery and ‘they would totally do this’ sorta bs.
@theharellan (continued from here)
Awake, the world is filled with the distant sounds of battle. His ears flatten against his skull with every clap of magic that rolls across the sky, tearing the Veil further in two. It presses like a hand against his throat, tighter each time. Dreams do not fare better, the all-encompassing silence more terrifying than the din of the waking world. Few spirits remain, most torn forcibly through the rifts or fled in fear. Those who yet linger are as foolhardy as him.
And so it is waking he favours, knowing here he may make a difference.
At the tail end of a day that had seemed infinite, Solas settles against an uneven stone wall. The magic that coats him is spread thin by his exertion. Time wears at his body, sands his joints ‘til they ache and pain seeps into his muscles, but it feels good to rest. His eyes are heavy in their sockets, aching to see the backs of his lids. He rubs at them, instead.
At first, he does not recognise the sound of his own name, but a shadow falls over him and he looks up with bleary eyes. A dwarf stands over him– or perhaps, beside him, breath misting from between smiling lips. Varric. The name comes to him in the sound of Seeker Pentaghast’s harsh accent, she did not speak it so much as spit it. His question is spoken with the same easy cadence as his smile, Solas cannot help but wonder if there is any desperation behind it, any fear. The world offers no answer, but dwarves have always been quiet, even before the Veil.
“Yes,” he answers, voice just loud enough to be heard over the noise around them, “and no. I have seen the Veil torn before, wheresoever cruelty and misery reach new peaks, they form. But as you may have guessed, this is no ordinary tear.” Solas had seen apocalypse before, the last gasps of a dying world before the dark plunge into forgotten history. This world, like the one before it, does not go quietly to its end. “Its scope is wider than anything I have seen before. Such a feat would have required great sacrifice, or else great power. Whichever the case may be, it is safe to say this is no accident.”
“Yeah… Sounds about right.” A heavy sigh escapes his lips, smile fading ever so slightly. With Bianca’s reliable support, Varric helps himself onto a nearby rock, though not before checking the area for ice and snow. As he sits down, a dozen complaints come to mind, each more elaborate than the last, but Varric chooses to remain silent. Not even he can bring himself to dwell on the frigid temperatures and less than ideal seating options, not while dozens of families were torn asunder somewhere not too far away. The thought alone awakes a sense of duty within him he’s not accustomed to, but Varric remains seated. He know he’s in no shape to fight. His limbs are heavy, his movements sluggish, even Bianca’s weight has started to slow him down, rather than comfort him.
He’s suddenly reminded of the first time Hawke dragged him through Sundermount, an experience that had only been made bearable by the good company they kept. Nowadays, sadly, good company seemed to be in short supply, though Varric still held out hope.
“So,” He began, itching for more conversation. The topic was easy to find. “I’ve been trying to figure out how an elven apostate ended up side by side with all these Chantry types. Somehow I doubt they wrote you a nice invitation.” His hadn’t been particularly gentle.
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it’s the day after and it occurred to me that I forgot to add to this that clinging onto Bianca for the sake of the good ol days and refusing to move on makes me REALLY sad considering his biggest fear is ‘becoming his parents’
wanna get back to writing.... have no energy to write......
@theharellan tell us ur angst friend
I appreciate the interest!! Though I honestly doubt I can organize all of my thoughts on this in a comprehensible way, it’s hard to even know where to begin @v@
There’s just... a lot to unpack between those two. They care about each other immensely and they have great chemistry together, I’m honestly not sure there’s anyone in the world who knows Varric better than Bianca does, and vice versa. They were SUPER in love, once. I think it’s hilarious how Varric says he’s bad at writing romance novels when he was literally living the ‘lets run away together and get married in secret' romance trope at some point.
Obviously, things didn’t go as they planned. Bianca’s family found a husband for her that could make the Davri name one of the most powerful in the Guild, and although I do think Bianca was heartbroken she couldn’t be with the man she loved, I’m pretty sure she also couldn’t deny the appeal in becoming the baddest bitch in town. Choosing a man over her career? Unthinkable! She already has to live with the fact that despite being “10 times the smith Branka was” she’ll never get the recognition she deserves just because she’s a surface dwarf. She lives for her work, which she happens to be excellent at, and honestly we stan
And then there’s Varric, the complete opposite of that. He was never big on the whole ~dwarven glory~ thing, so this talk of paragons? Of illustrious family names and titles? Varric grew up with the privilege of not caring. He always got to do Whatever He Wanted while Bartrand fought tooth and nail to keep their family afloat. When Bartrand died, all that responsibility suddenly became his, and we all know how much he complains about that :P I don’t even think he’s be bad at it (POINTS AT HIM BECOMING VISCOUNT) I’m almost certain he’s denial of his own potential, but that’s for a completely different ramble
So, the way I see it, when duty became the obstacle in their relationship, Varric asked “who cares?” to which Bianca answered “uuuuh, me???”. Obviously, he could do nothing but accept her decision.
I think he’s been heartbroken ever since, and the fact that she keeps coming back really doesn’t help. Logically, he knows things are never going to change but, as I’ve mentioned, Varric is an emotional man. Some part of his brain will always believe she'll change her mind, that there’s still some hope for them after all. I can’t blame Bianca for coming back either, despite how unhealthy I think their relationship has become. She obviously still cares about him. It might not be love nowadays, but it’s still something strong, and Varric makes her feel good (Varric is nothing if not a people pleaser) so she can’t go too long without him.
They make me emo is what I’m trying to say. Somehow their relationship is both the healthiest and most toxic thing ever. They are each other’s biggest fans, but being together only messes them up further.......... It’s like they LIKE to be in pain istg
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guess this is just a night where i think about bianca and angst by myself
{Hello there! I read through your pages and such. I understand that you are a private blog but, should you wish to have another rp partner about, I would be delighted to write with you. I do have a Dragon Age verse, if that helps any?
hello! thank you for reading the rules and all that! it means a lot :D i’d be delighted to write with you sometime, we’d just have to wait for my muse to come back from the war
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