Healer's House

• Dragon Age Inquisition OC •• Selective | Independent •• Full Info/BG Here •• Penned by @mutedsuspicions • • Not an Inquisitior • • Fire Mage • • Healer •• Alchemist • • Liberated Tevinter Slave •

[thequiethealer]

[ Taking a hiatus from here. I’ve made an egregious mistake this week that’s cost me someone dear and I need to try and figure out how to apologize. What I did was foolish, cowardly, and I don’t have the heart to show my face here. ]

[ofbeliefandhope-deactivated2017]

Send 👤 and a question for an answer from my Muse’s parents

[darthmama]

Interesting.

[sidestuiff]

Send ❀ to put a flower crown on my muse’s head.

[tyviia]

❝Well that’s a fuckin’ relief.❞

[visionofanarchy]

Platonic Touch

Sometimes, characters want contact that has nothing to do with sex or violence. Send one of these for your character to reach out to mine.

Shoulder Clasp

Across the Shoulder hug

Hair Ruffle

Gentle headlock

Full body lean

Feet in lap

Head in lap

Hair petting

Ambush hug

Not so ambush hug

Pulling mine into their lap

Cheek kiss

Forehead kiss

Brushing hair out of mine’s face

Fixing shirt collar

Fixing shirt cuffs

Fixing a clothing tag

Tying shoes

Taking off shoes

Carrying while half asleep

Hand holding

Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly

Absently tracing patterns on the nearest exposed skin

Pushing glasses into place

Offering their drink

Offering their snack

Kissing the back of mine’s hand

Looping their arm around mine’s waist and leaning against mine’s back

Crawling into bed with

Using shoulder as a pillow

Pulling mine’s arm around their shoulder

Hair brushing

Brushing lint off of

Giving a foot massage

Giving a back massage

Giving a scalp massage

Rubbing circles on mine’s back

Sharing a secret smile

Booping the nose

Touching noses together

Resting foreheads together

Resting cheeks together

Sharing a blanket

Taking over mine’s seat while they’re in it

Poking with fingers/toes

Painting mine’s nails

Putting jewelry on mine

Doing mine’s hair

Pinkie promise

High five

Fist bump

Secret handshake

Hipcheck

Pulling mine into a dance

Initiate a tickle fight

[ofbeliefandhope-deactivated2017]

Send 👤 and a question for an answer from my Muse’s parents

[darthmama]

Interesting.

[thequiethealer]

❸: Name three things your muse considers themselves to be very good at, and three things they consider themselves to be very bad at.

Send a Symbol, Get a Headcanon || @kaaras-adaar

The Good: 1: Reading. It was difficult at the start, since he couldn’t really remember how to read much from his time before slavery, but he learned from what he could pick up in the dead of night in the manor and with some other elves’ help.

2: Lerith knows he’s good with animals. Especially horses, having dealt with them quite a bit. After all, you don’t need sign language all that much to communicate with one, and they don’t try to hurt you if you make a small mistake. And hay is sometimes nice to sleep in.

3. He’s eventually good at potions. It’s one of those things from like, the start point of the game up to the Corypheus ending where he learns everything and he succeeds at it with flying colors. He’s very good with plants and starts to keep some in his room/office.

The Bad

1: My gods this boy cannot write pretty AT ALL. His writing is absolutely atrocious, since he learned how to do it mostly by himself and imitating the words in the book. But it’s just... awful and it’s probably a good motivator for people to want to learn sign language.

2: He’s terrible at asking for things sometimes? With the slave mindset, Lerith often thinks if he wants something, it’s easier to snatch it (or as much as he can in the case of food) and leave rather than ask if he can have something. Now, he generally does leave things on people alone. Food, however, is almost fair game.

3. He’s bad about wanting to be in the action. If he is close, close friends with the Inquisitor, he’ll want to go to help out with he can, whether with his potions or his slingstaff. Usually he ends up being in the way more than anything, but he tries and eventually matures enough to know it’s okay to stay behind. He doesn’t realize this until later though and goes ‘shit, that was bad. fuck.’

[secretsandhushedwhispers]

Sight || Closed

[thequiethealer]

secretsandhushedwhispers:

@thequiethealer​

    Farrin stood there while Kosmo and Lerith spoke silently. He wasn’t bothered as much as he felt left out. He came here to go the garden not to stand and watch some other people talk. He read what Lerith wrote for him. “I don’t mean to sound like an untuned piano or anything, but I’m already learning another language. I don’t think… I could learn… another.” Farrin trailed off and shrugged. He looked to Kosmo who was looking somewhat put off by what he said. Though he remembered what it was like to be ten. He had a good reason.

    “I’m gonna go find dad. I’ll see you later,” Farrin waved and retreat into the gardens.

    Kosmo turned back to Lerith. He signed with less energy than before. [Sorry about him, he gets anxious around strangers. He is learning another language. I will try at a different time when things are more…] his hands pause to think of a word, […stable.]

@secretsandhushedwhispers​

   Farrin stood there while Kosmo and Lerith spoke silently. He wasn’t bothered as much as he felt left out. He came here to go the garden not to stand and watch some other people talk. He read what Lerith wrote for him. “I don’t mean to sound like an untuned piano or anything, but I’m already learning another language. I don’t think… I could learn… another.” Farrin trailed off and shrugged. He looked to Kosmo who was looking somewhat put off by what he said. Though he remembered what it was like to be ten. He had a good reason.    “I’m gonna go find dad. I’ll see you later,” Farrin waved and retreat into the gardens.    Kosmo turned back to Lerith. He signed with less energy than before. [Sorry about him, he gets anxious around strangers. He is learning another language. I will try at a different time when things are more…] his hands pause to think of a word, […stable.]

Lerith felt bad that Farrin felt left out but there was nothing to do unless he somehow magically could talk again, or one of them learned how to read or sign. Suddenly realizing his actions could’ve been viewed as selfish, the mute wanted to apologize. Except Farrin was already excusing himself and leaving the garden.

Lerith’s heart sank with the retreating figure before looking to Kosmo. His own anxiety was simmering, ready to boil and move his legs but he steeled then. This was the first person he had met that could sign with him. The elf wasn’t going to leave. [Things are unstable for you? Skyhold might help with that.]

[spiritflux]

Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse.

◎: What is your muse’s most prized mundane possession? Why do they value it so much? ★: What is your muse’s idea of perfect happiness? ☩: Your muse is doing some intense spring cleaning. What is easy for them to throw out, and what is difficult for them to part with? ♠: What’s the worst thing your muse has done to someone they loved? ♢: In what situation would your muse feel most out of their comfort zone? ♣: What’s your muse’s biggest cause of stress or anxiety? ✚: What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement your muse can conceive? What makes it so frightening? ✔: What did your muse want to be when they were a child? Did they go on to do this and if so, was it everything that they hoped it would be? Or has this desire changed since, and why? ❖: What is the attitude and appearance that your muse presents in public? How does this differ from the attitude they have in private, when they are alone? ✿: Which one act in your muse’s past are they most ashamed of? Which one act in their past are they most proud of? ➜: What sort of things does your muse keep in their pockets on any given day? ￭: If one of your muse’s friends was asked to describe them in a handful of words for a profile on a dating site, what would they say? ‽: Who or what, if anything, would your muse die for or otherwise go to extremes for? ▼: What would you find in your muse’s refrigerator right now? ♛: If your muse had to die, how would they like to go? And if they could come back as a person or animal, what would it be? ❸: Name three things your muse considers themselves to be very good at, and three things they consider themselves to be very bad at. ❦: If your muse was having a nightmare, what would be the worst one that they could suffer? ♫: What is one thing that your muse thinks they are talented at, but actually aren’t? ♞: Who was your muse’s idol when they were growing up? Who did they first fantasize about being like? ✱: What is your favourite ‘happily ever after’ for your muse? And what’s your most unconventional ‘ever after’ headcanon for them (happily or otherwise)? ✦: What is your muse’s fondest childhood memory? ♯: What would be the perfect gift for your muse? ❤: What is your muse’s perfect romantic date? ☮: When and where was your muse happiest? ☥: If events in your muse’s life had gone very differently to how they did, what would they have done with their life? What sort of occupation might they have chosen for themselves and would they, in your opinion, be happier than they are now? ☢: If your muse knew that they were going to die in 24 hours, name three things they would do in the time they had left. ☠: What is the one thing for which your muse would most like to be remembered after their death? ✎: Growing up, did your muse have a teacher or mentor figure? What was their relationship like? ✄: How does your muse perceive themselves, both internally and externally? How does this differ from how other people may see them? ✈: Was your muse popular as a child? Did they have many friends, and are they still in touch/still aware of what they are doing with their lives now? ♐: What is your muse particularly unskilled at? ☯: Who, if anyone, does your muse consider to be their best friend?

[absinthianajones-deactivated202]

[inbox-bait]

three cheers for sweet revenge asks 💀

helena — do you want to be buried or cremated when you die?

give ‘em hell, kid — what are your biggest fears?

to the end — do you ever want to get married?

you know what they do to guys like us in prison — have you ever been arrested?

i’m not okay (i promise) — have you ever cheated on a significant other?

the ghost of you — are you afraid of death?

the jetset life is gonna kill you — would you give it all up for someone you love?

interlude — do you believe in god, angels, and hell?

thank you for the venom — have you ever wanted to kill someone?

hang ‘em high — would you die for someone you care about?

it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a fucking death wish — do you hold a grudge or let things go?

cemetery drive — have you ever hung out in a cemetery?

i never told you what i do for a living — do you pray?

bury me in black — have you ever set fires just for fun?

[photowark]

[ Had a good productive RP day where I managed to tackle that draft box down from twelve to only five owed! I’ve made a note of who liked my inbox call from earlier so I can work on those during the down time at work tomorrow. I promise I haven’t forgotten! I’m in a much better headspace so here’s hoping it stays that way long enough to get those out to you guys! <3 For now, I must get ready for sleep. Goodnight lovelies! ]

[pelle-lavellan-a]

Belong

@thequiethealer from X

Seeing Lertih like this conflicted him. He was sad for Lerith, empathetic of his feelings. At the same time he was furious with the soldiers for making fun of something that Lerith had no control of…for making fun of him at all. He wanted to march right up to the those soldiers and set them all straight. He could after all, he was the Inquisitor.

However, something else inside of him past that paternal anger told him to wait until his emotions had simmered down. There was no way that shouting at those soldiers and throwing his weight around was going to help anyone.

But he would be addressing this. This was not going to slide by unnoticed. He was not happy, those soldiers were not off the hook. Not in the slightest.

For now however, he decided to focus his energy on Lerith, he needed it the most.

The first bit of that was finding the right words to say. He didn’t want to put his foot in his mouth and say something inconsiderate. He knew how frustrating it was for Lerith that so many people, him included, he asked Fall to teach him but he still wasn’t fluent enough to have a conversation just yet. He almost felt terrible speaking after what happened, as if he was rubbing his voice in. He wasn’t of course but it still felt somewhat…wrong?

What he was going to do could either blow or go well, Lerith might become angry or appreciate the attempt. But he wanted to talk to Lerith in a way that made Lerith feel like a person and not a freak.

Taking in a deep breath Pelle lifted his hands and attempted as best he could to sign to Lerith.

‘I am sorry.’ Was how he decided to start.

“The world is cruel to things it does not understand.” He continued.

He wasn’t sure if any of the gestures he was making were even right, was he even communicating what he wanted? All he could do was try, for the words he didn’t know…he tried to create a mental image as best as he could.

“People should try” he attempted to sign. ‘But they are stubborn and quick to single others out. It is sad.’

[thequiethealer]

@pelle-lavellan

If anything, Pelle throwing around orders as Inquisitor to help one elf might make the situation worse, ratting him out as a snitch or something. That was the last thing he wanted when he was trying to find acceptance within the sanctuary of Skyhold. It was one of the most difficult challenges he faced, though he had to give credit to those like Pelle who were sympathetic to a mute elf dressed up as a Dalish that knew nothing of the culture.

Sitting back on his heels with hay sticking to his clothes (and how it got into his hair we’ll never know), Lerith watched the other elf sign clumsily to him. The gestures cooled his temper significantly since he had to follow along with slight difficulty. Some signs weren’t right but miming and others didn’t mean what the Inquisitor probably thought they did.

Watching the other elf work so hard to communicate, the foolishness of the way he looked… Lerith started laughing. It was wheezy, like a squeaker toy without the squeaking apparatus, but definitely laughter all the same. Usually something like this wouldn’t set off his amusement, but just the absolute ridiculousness of it…

[I should not laugh], Lerith signed back shakily. [I am sorry, but some of those signs did not work.]

[thequiethealer]

Valentine?

[thequiethealer]

kaaras-adaar:

Taking a seat on the ground may have looked off for someone with the title of Inquisitor, and for someone of Kaaras’ size. He was short for his kind, yes, but he was still taller than most humans, and definitely most elves. In comparison, it must have looked amusing for any onlookers. 

At the sign, Kaaras read it before he mimicked the man’s motions to say ‘perfect’ back in response with a slight chuckle. He’d never get it down pat on a first go, but he was trying, and that mattered. 

As Lerith asked if he performed any kind of rituals, Kaaras shook his head. Perhaps, when he was younger he had. His mother and father had raised him to be devout Andrastian. Every night before bed, he would pray to the Maker, and sometimes before dinner, he would say his thanks. But he’d grown out of that when his father had died, and his mother had certainly never pressed it upon him ever since. 

“If you’d like a moment, then be my guest,” he gestured with a soft smile. He didn’t mention his past to the other man, though. He was sure Lerith didn’t need to hear of his faith being shattered, and where his confusion stood now, especially as Inquisitor and Herald. 

Oh, he still believed in the Maker, but he also believed in having faith in ones self, and perhaps the many other gods that might be out there, too. He didn’t know anymore… What he did know, was that this wasn’t the time or place to talk of such things.

@kaaras-adaar​

Sitting on the ground was okay in Lerith’s book. Granted, the elf didn’t mind being dirty since he was usually kept scoured clean as a slave in Tevinter. The magister had liked his slaves to be pleasing to the eye after all. Making himself comfortable, he watched Kaaras for the answer and then nodded. The Inquisitor didn’t seem like a foolish religious person then.

He gently scratched an itch away on his tattooed face before offering some of the food to the other. [Good hear,] came the simple sign. The journal was pulled back to write more lengthy thoughts. ‘I’ve seen some people do… prayer? I think before they eat. That just makes it go cold.’ Where Kaaras thought it wasn’t a good time and place for the topic, Lerith didn’t have that same filter. ‘That lady with the tall hat here keeps trying to get me to pray to fix what ails me.’

Until the one universal sign tipped her off that he wasn’t interested. Granted, that had been a very bad day for the mute and he was in no mood to write down every little thing to talk to someone.

[esuerc]

Only barbarians interrupt tea time

[thequniscalling]

@arishok

[photowark]

[ Between my blogs I managed to get five replies done (I still have 7 replies to do, 3 inbox things), with one reply on hold. Going to pick at them more tomorrow after our supply truck! Thanks for being patient with me while I’ve been slow af this past week. Can I blame the weather? Fuck it, I’m blaming the weather. ]

[secretsandhushedwhispers]

Pray

[thequiethealer]

secretsandhushedwhispers:

    Eon laid there and tried to clear his mind. He was always thinking negative. Perhaps thinking about nothing would be nice for a change. He relaxed while Lerith continued to work on his leg. When the potion was handed to him, he didn’t hesitate for a second to grab it and drink it. It tasted sweet. The kind of natural sweet like from strawberries. But it had a bitter aftertaste that stayed on Eon’s tongue. Though he didn’t mind this.

    The qunari closed his eyes for a time to rest a bit. He relaxed his muscles and let Lerith work. Every so often he would glance at the closed door to his balcony and to Lerith’s working hands. After some time of not paying attention to… anything– Eon gave his attention to Lerith’s journal.

    “Well, people did try to help. I wouldn’t say it to their face but it just wasn’t enough. I’m glad that some did try to help but thousands outweigh only two. But then you could make the argument that I was selfish for what I did. If I had died, the tears in the Veil would only get worse.” Eon sighed, shaking his head and looking away. He looked back after a moment. “It feels fine now. Still a little sore but that’s how it is. But what about you? Have your problems ever gotten solved?”

@secretsandhushedwhispers​

The mute wasn’t going to be one that judged Eon for his darker thoughts. Lerith had them often himself. Thoughts that he wasn’t supposed to be here, or that he’d be anything more than just another slave elf because eventually the slavers would catch up to him. It was only a matter of time after all. Taking the empty potion bottle to clean out later, he sat in his silence and let Eon rest in it as well.

After all, here he was sitting in the Inquisitor’s lavish suite, the fire burned low and the steady sound of someone breathing. The bedding was soft and silky, the floor covered in an ornate rug, the desk filled with missives, the shelves stuffed with books. It almost made him wish to be the Inquisitor.

A slow look over at the Inquisitor as the man spoke, then he looked away at the question. No, his problems would never be solved. But really, why tell Eon? The man had enough problems to deal with. Well… there was perhaps one way to tell him. One again the journal was taken up. ‘My only problem is communication. I know how to speak with my hands but it is not common, so I have to write my thoughts and responses I want to share.’