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thefletchling:

“I rode around blind for a few minutes, but it’s hard not to when something crawling with Red Lyrium is chasing you, I got my bearings back pretty quickly.” He replied while watching the road. “Staying overnight to rest is probably a good idea, but we should still send a group back to Skyhold to report the events and figure out what will happen with the corpses of the red templars”

“Already done, now come on.” She says placing a hand on his back. “Lets go get something to eat and maybe if we are lucky they will have something good to drink.” Smiling Velahari started towards town with Fletcher.

Fletcher let out a sigh while rubbing the back of his neck. “Maker, that sounds good, I’d also like to just get off this horse, I think he and I are both spent or the day” he murmurs while patting it’s neck.

lyrium-burned

“Are you in trouble or something?”

My muse is a fugitive, and asks to spend a night in your muse’s home while on the run. Send me “Are you in trouble or something?” for a starter.

It had been a few months since the Fog Warriors and Fenris knew he was ahead of those tracking him. Standing at the doorstep of someones home may not have been wise but he needed to rest. Surely the word of the lyrium elf didn’t get this far yet, right? Could he tell this man the truth though? “I… Yes.” If he was kicked out so be it but he wouldn’t drag someone down with him unless they were aware, even if it meant more danger for him.

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thefletchling:

Fletcher rubbed the back of his head and sighed a little bit. “I’m sorry, I’m probably overwhelming you, but let me get you something to eat, please feel free to make yourself comfortable.” he would rub the back of his head. “I apologize if I’ve made things uncomfortable.”

It was… a lot of information to take in. Fenris stared at the male for a moment before nodding. If this man was going to spend his time trying to fix the whole in the sky then he shouldn’t be here to slow him. “Thank you. I will not be in your way for very long.”

thefletchling

Fletcher would sigh a little bit. "In what time you choose to spend here, I hope you make yourself comfortable" he replies before stepping out for a moment, he would leave to see what had been made for meal before returning with a bowl of stew and bread. It may not be the most impressive looking meal but the stew was hardy, warm and reminded him of home, surely the stranger would enjoy it.

hissracl:

Luckily for Fletcher, the Inquisition isn’t a single player game. Cullen, Cassandra, Leliana, and Josephine provide counsel and expertise where their Inquisitor may lack it. The Inquisition doesn’t mean a damn thing if none of them believe that Fletcher is making the right decisions.

“What better time to beat the boys around than while they’re so hungover that a baby nug could kick their asses?”

He’s hardly immune to hangovers; The Iron Bull is merely better at hiding it than most…with the benefit of a well-mixed tonic or two and the fact that he’s a giant Qunari spy, of course. Though that’s giant ex-Qunari spy, now.

“It’s good for the troops to see you training with them. Reassures them that you’re real, and that the Inquisition needs them just as much as it needs you.” The crux of any deserter’s dilemma; figuring out whether they need their lives more than the cause does.

“I would put coin on that fight, I’d love to draft the baby nug that kicked their asses into the Inquistion.” He chuckles while crossing his arms, letting his weight fall back on the heels of his feet. Though the mention of hangovers makes him think about the last one he suffered from and it leaves him visibly shaking his head, pushing the thought back for now.

“The Inquisition needs all the help it can get.” He nods “That sense of realness, it’s definitely an assurance that can ease most minds, I don’t mind being in the yard, no matter how many times I’m put in the dirt because I’m shit with a sword. It’s embarrassing and I think Cullen may be telling his men to take it easy on me”

Fletcher would pause again before giving him a smile “Though Bull, It would be a privilege to train with you in the yard, just kick my ass gently” The request is supposed to make light of their circumstances, but it’s also Fletcher’s attempt at trying to coax some kind of laughter out of him.

hissracl:

‘Awkward’ hardly means anything around the Chargers, considering they own quite a few eclectic personalities themselves. Though merry band had already offered him a welcome before, the encore is as equally sincere.

“Boss! Welcome back. Appreciate the change of heart,” The Iron Bull grins, beckoning the Inquisitor in with one arm while brandishing an overly large tankard in the other. “You did good. My men think you did good. I think you did good.” Another pat on the back, if Fletcher needs it. Rarely there’s ever been an individual where The Iron Bull can sincerely say, damn, he didn’t fuck that up as badly as I thought he would.

“Nervous around a crowd, huh? Thought you’d be used to it by now.” A benign tease, but Fletcher would need to find his footing sooner or later–especially if he wants to elude the pedantic nature of the Orlesian peoples in their future quests.

He can’t help but to stumble when Iron bull pats his back, good lord the man really is built like an Ox and has the strength of one, not that Fletcher ever doubted it. The archer would give a little bit of a chuckle, albeit a nervous chuckle, because now it’s been confirmed that the Qunari could break him without breaking a sweat. The second pat on the back, doesn’t cause him to stumble this time he had braced himself for it.

He looks to the group and gives an actual genuine smile, Bull’s confirmation was enough to ease his mind for the moment. “I couldn’t let you guys have all the fun.” he retorts before offering a shrug. “With as many people running around Skyhold, I should be used to it and you think I would be but it’s a work in progress..”

Fletcher glances to the tankard, swears it’s probably as big as his head. “I’m sure soon I’ll be as comfortable working a room as I am with my bow.”

Flethcer looks to the crowd and gives a soft sigh. “So you sure you’ll be up for training in the morning?” he taunts, in seriousness he’s sure that Iron Bull will beat him to the training yard.

// Please, I kind of want to interact with people tonight, so maybe give this a like or IM me? We can plot and everything.

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People should reblog this if they are okay with receiving ask memes from people they’ve never rped with before. Mutual or not.

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The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian {Sentence Starters}

“So, you hit him?”

“Pick up your sword.“

“I know, it’s confusing.“

“There’s always a first time.”

“There is still time to surrender.“

“I wish we had more time together.“

“Well, I am 1300 years older than you.“

“You’re just not exactly what I expected.“

“I’m sure when I’m older, I’ll understand.“

“Really, is it that hard to just walk away?“

“Pick it up! I won’t fight an unarmed man.“

“Well, yes. But I thought you’d be… older.“

“How many more must die for the throne?“

“Why were they trying to kill you, anyway?“

“But, you can’t leave! You’re meant to save us.“

“You could have called it off, there was still time.“

“I’m older and I don’t think I want to understand…”

“I wish you’d all stop trying to act like grown-ups.“

“I was hoping for something a little more original.“

“I said I wouldn’t fight you. I didn’t say I’d let you live!“

“Things never happen the same way twice, dear one.“

“They were doing fine drowning me without your help.“

“Where have you been for the last few hundred years?“

“I mean, don’t you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?“

“Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people.“

“If you had kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive, now.”

“I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance.“

“So, you’re bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?“

“I trust you have a very good reason for this untimely interruption!“

“That’s the trouble with girls. You can’t carry a map in your heads.”

“The last time I didn’t believe ____, I ended up looking pretty stupid.”

“No, after he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize. That’s when I hit him.“

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Blood, Gore & Injury Sentence Starters

tAll of these prompts are related to injury, blood, gore, fatal wounding, etc, so if any of that squicks you, please keep scrolling

“What happened to you?” “Why…why are you holding your stomach? Is that blood?!” “Keep this cloth over the wound and keep pressing.” “We’ll get you to a hospital, just keep breathing.” “Oh, oh my god! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!” “It’s just a bit of blood, stop freaking out!” “You’re panicking?! I’m the one who got fucking *insert injury*!” “No, no, it looks fine. Just don’t worry about it.” “I-is that my blood?” “Shh, stay calm, we’re going to get you some help.” “What - what did you DO to yourself?!” “Does it hurt?” “I don’t feel any pain. It’s just…numb.” “*name*? Come on, say something to me.” “Your stomach isn’t going to fall out, just keep applying pressure.” “I-I can’t get the bleeding to stop.” “There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.” “We were able to get you to the hospital. Um, most of you, anyways.” “Do you remember what happened?” “I’m so sorry. I should have been there sooner.” “You’re gonna make it, don’t worry.” “No, no, don’t fall asleep. Just keep talking to me.” “It hurts. Fuck it hurts!” “I-I don’t want to die.” “This isn’t how I wanted to go.” “Is that…bone?!” “I don’t have a bandage. Here, use my shirt.” “I don’t have any medical training, but I’ll do what I can.” “How are we going to get rid of these stains?” “I want to help you, but I don’t know how.” “Why are you limping? What happened?!” “They just collapsed in front of me! We have to get them to a doctor.” “I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” “Will you stay with me?” “I’m gonna be sick.” “It was the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen.” “I wish I could forget all of that blood.”

//I want to do stuff but I don’t know what I want to do

I just keep thinking about Fletcher potentially throwing himself infront of one of his allies

Him dealing with letting people closer to him and potentially dealing with some feelings, also frumpy inquisitor and post inquisition (inquisitor fletcher)

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lyrium-burned

“Are you in trouble or something?”

My muse is a fugitive, and asks to spend a night in your muse’s home while on the run. Send me “Are you in trouble or something?” for a starter.

It had been a few months since the Fog Warriors and Fenris knew he was ahead of those tracking him. Standing at the doorstep of someones home may not have been wise but he needed to rest. Surely the word of the lyrium elf didn’t get this far yet, right? Could he tell this man the truth though? “I… Yes.” If he was kicked out so be it but he wouldn’t drag someone down with him unless they were aware, even if it meant more danger for him.

thefletchling

lyrium-burned:

Glancing up to the sky and seeing the breach, he turned back with a nod. “I know of the danger, yes. I didn’t know of an Inquisition trying stop it.” How had he stumbled into this group? Truthfully he didn’t know what they were but it was clear by the reaction from the other he was meant to so he did his best to play along. Everything was uncertain and it was difficult with his head so much in a fog.

Fletcher rubbed the back of his head and sighed a little bit. “I’m sorry, I’m probably overwhelming you, but let me get you something to eat, please feel free to make yourself comfortable.” he would rub the back of his head. “I apologize if I’ve made things uncomfortable.”

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BBC’s Sherlock — The Great Game {Sentence Starters}

“I’ve disappointed you.”

“Oh, the wall had it coming.“

“Everyone says you’re the best.“

“So, you take it out on the wall?”

“Don’t make people into heroes.”

“And you find that easy, do you?“

“Didn’t mean it as a compliment.“

“Without you, I’ll get hung for this.“

“All that matters to me is the work!“

“I don’t like getting my hands dirty.“

“Oh, f… It’s a head. A severed head!“

“Why not? I thought you’d be flattered.”

“Oh God, that again! It’s not important!“

“What if I was to shoot you now? Right now?“

“There are lives at stake! Actual human lives!”

“You’ve come the closest. Now, you’re in my way.“

“Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression?“

“Just… just so I know, do you care about that at all?”

“Oh, you meant ‘spectacularly ignorant’ in a nice way!”

“So, take this as a friendly warning, my dear: back off.“

“Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world!“

“Where else am I supposed to put it? You don’t mind, do you?“

“Heroes don’t exist, and if they did… I wouldn’t be one of them.”

“I mean, I’m gonna kill you anyway, someday. I don’t want to rush it, though.“

“You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool… People might talk.“

“I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.“

“Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish, and that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters! Do you see?”

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No sleep of the innocent. Not for you. Did you forget? You have blood on your hands. On your lips. On your teeth. Smile for the cameras.

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“Are you in trouble or something?”

My muse is a fugitive, and asks to spend a night in your muse’s home while on the run. Send me “Are you in trouble or something?” for a starter.

It had been a few months since the Fog Warriors and Fenris knew he was ahead of those tracking him. Standing at the doorstep of someones home may not have been wise but he needed to rest. Surely the word of the lyrium elf didn’t get this far yet, right? Could he tell this man the truth though? “I… Yes.” If he was kicked out so be it but he wouldn’t drag someone down with him unless they were aware, even if it meant more danger for him.

lyrium-burned

thefletchling:

The Inquisitor would adjust his scarf and sigh, “You know, this is supposed to be a safe haven, right?” he offers with a soft sigh. “But I can’t make you stay longer then you’d like, for the moment though how about a warm meal and a drink?”

A safe haven? What did he stumble upon? Fenris stared at the stranger before nodding his head. “That would be appreciated. What do you mean by safe haven?” Something about this was screaming at him not to trust it.

thefletchling

Fletcher cocked a brow, had this man really not heard the news. Or had he just been on the run for that long. He looked the other over again, before running a hand through his hair. “Ah, this is well, it’s actually called Haven and it’s just, this is where we’re setting up base, for the moment at least.” he paused. “For the Inquisition?” the archer waits to see if the elf has any idea of what he was speaking of. “We’re trying to close the breach, that thing in the sky that tore open”