I'm different.

His hands were bruised from beating on the wall. It was dark like the cabinet where he hid to escape his father. His belly hurt like knives, throat cracked dry. He was alone. I pushed through and held his hand. It was all I could do. He said, "Thank you." [Selective Cole from Dragon Age Inquisition blog]

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rp?

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                                             @aurabcrealis​

Silence follows his words. Hulking form remaining stationary. As pretty as her outside? Had he meant her armor? The malformed thing she’d become wasn’t her depiction of beauty yet…Slowly the Dancer lowered her veiled face to the boy, a hand moving to sign to him: why smile?

╱❀╲  The Boy’s head lowers as he stares at the ground. The Boy then proceeded to rub his hands together before proceeding to speak in trance like tone.

                                            “Dark sky’s...”

                                           “Dark minds...”

                                           “Dark hearts...”

                                      “So much Darkness...”

The Boy said before his head quickly raised up. He then began to speak normally, mumbling ever few sentences. Cole then gave a warm smile as he stared into the other’s Veil.

                               “I-It is hard to see in such darkness...”

                                 “It makes my head hurt so much...”

                                      “B-But then there is you.”

                                  “S-Staring at you makes things bright!”

                                   “Y-You make Cole feel bright!”

                                       “Y-You make me feel bright!”

                                         “T-This is why I smile!”

                                         “Y-You understand yes?”

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"Oh Cole!" Dagna gasped and then chuckled. "I'm sorry I didn't see you there! What can I do for you, sweetheart?"

                                       @arcanistdagnarp

╱❀╲  The Boy sits on top of the Anvil clutching his hat with both his hands. He frowns as looks down at the hat. Closer inspection of the hat reveals a hole. He looks back up at the Dwarf before saying in a rushed tone.

                              “Y-You fix things Yes?”

The Boy then quickly raises his hat up to the girl before saying with a large frown.

                 “I-It has a hole. A hole that shouldn’t be.”

                    “It’s Cole’s hat! I-It should be fixed!”

                     “Not the Cole now but the Cole before!”

                                “Y-You will fix it yes?”

[theydontrememberme]

"Little talks"

“Oh fuck.” 

“Why did you just kill that random person? That isn’t nice...”

“I know, I know...I am loading up the past save...Fucking Fallout.”

[theydontrememberme]

Send "Little talks" for a conversation between muse and mun.

Do it. I triple-dog dare you.

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I just want someone to come and rustle Cole's hair and call him a good boy.

Like that is on the top of my list of needs.

[theydontrememberme]

Oh man. So many people are following me. Thanks guys.

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“Cole there you are! I was wondering if you would like to come with us to the Western approach.” She asked stepping closer to where he sat watching over the tents of the injured. Often he was hear listening, as he did trying to help where he could. “We could both use a change of scenery if you ask me.”

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╱❀╲ The Boy sat on the edge of wall, tapping his leg as his head hung out of sight.

                 “Why are my eye’s so heavy?...”

                  “Why is it so hard to breathe?...”

The Boy stopped tapping for a brief moment.

                                     “Dead.”

He then continued to tap his foot along the wall.

    “I hope the servant girl brings me flowers again.”

                        “They smell so nice.”

                  “They remind me of my Mom.”

The Boy then raised his head up and stopped tapping his foot.

     “I will have to ask Claire to bring him flowers again.”

                          “She shouldn’t mind.”

    “She likes the way he smiles when he smells them.”

The Boy then looked up behind him at the other approaching.

                 “Hello Inquisitor.”

The Boy then nodded as the other spoke.

     “I-I have never been there before.”

             “It sounds like fun!”

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@theydontrememberme​

Cullen had fallen asleep at his desk (he must have been more exhausted than he thought, it wasn’t even that late) and had startled awake from some nameless dream horror that fled as soon as he opened his eyes.

He stayed still, catching his breath as his heart raced. Better that he didn’t remember it. He passed a hand over his face before pushing back to stand from the oh sweet Maker that spirit was in his office.

“Cole!” Cullen burst out, nearly jumping on top of his desk from shock. His voice was harsher than he intended and he realized he was clutching the hilt at his hip. “What have I said about doors? Use them!”

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╱❀╲ The Boy’s head hung as the other rose up. He then proceeded to whisper.

                 “Stop!” 

          “Leave me alone!”

         “Are you real?”

        “Leave me be!”

            “Andraste!”

   “When will this torture end?!”

The Boy then looked up at the other as he rubbed his wrist.

     “Y-You were having a Nightmare Cullen.”

      “I heard it all the way across Skyhold.”

               “I-I only wanted to help.”

[bluepunkbutterfly-archived]

@theydontrememberme started following you

[theydontrememberme]

“Are you in need of something dude?”

╱❀╲ The Boy hung his head avoiding eye contact with the other as he whispered.

                  “They don’t understand.” 

                   “No one understands.”

                        “I was alone...”

The Boy then looked up at the other as he proceeded to fidget with his hands.

                           “I-I am sorry.”

     “I thought I could heal the hurts deep inside of you.”

    “The ones you push so far down that even you forget.”

             “The ones you hate to think of.”

      “B-But no words will heal away the pain.”

                         “I-I am sorry.”

[witchofthcwilds-blog]

          { M } – They are the parts of the tale that were never written;                      secrets only she knows. The Warden’s aid against                      her mother, Flemeth, and the terrible battle fought                      in her defense. None of these things are written in                      the history books, yet the spirit can recite them as                      though from memory. No, as though he can read her thoughts like a piece of parchment, reaching back to places she has hidden in her mind. He is not the first spirit she has encountered to possess such an ability, though he is lacking purpose in a way the Guardian was not.           “ Careful that you do not pry too much, spirit. ” In many ways, he is like a child. Seeking without knowing which boundaries to respect. Idealistic. Even so, he is at the same time nothing at all like Kieran.           “ You are… benevolent, then. I can see why the              Inquisition would call to you, if your purpose              is to help. I admit, I am surprised they would              accept the aid of a spirit. But then, you are              a remarkable one. ”

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╱❀╲ The Boy looked up at the other with a puzzled face. She spoke words calmly but her mind was filled with hints of fear and surprise.

                    “I-I am Cole. That is my name.”

                     “My name is not ‘Spirit’ it’s Cole...”

                   “I-I am Cole! And you are Morrigan!”

                 “Not ‘Human lady’ and ‘Spirit’.”

The Boy’s head then hung as he began to whisper.

                      “Thoughts racing across the mind.“

      “Like a horse track. Running and Running with thoughts.”

                                   “Will she find him?”

                                    “Can I trust them?”

                                     “What is this?”

The Boy then looked up at the other before tilting his head as he said.

                           “Why would you hide Kieran?”

                           “Did he do something wrong?”

[theydontrememberme]

The air smells like rocks.

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idolbound:

  “Yes.”

It is a simple enough answer, one spoken between grit teeth as a cold breeze sends a shiver down the length of her spine, between the split in the armour covering her back. She is not pleased to be here, with so much red lyrium growing from the ground itself.

She is uneasy.

She is on edge.

    “What are you, exactly? A creature of the Fade?”

╱❀╲ The Boy held his hand up turning it around as he examined it. He then look over at the other as he said.

                                                 “Thoughts,” 

                                                               “Fears,”

                                                                    “Feelings.”

                             “T-This is what Cole is.“

                                     “What I am.“

                                      “I am Cole. 

   “Cole has always been Cole and I have always been Cole.”

              “Except for before but I can’t remember before.”

                           “You understand? Yes?”

[theydontrememberme]

The air smells like rocks.

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idolbound:

  Piercing blue eyes stared ahead. watching the Inquisitor part ways with one of the mages, braving the blowing snow and howling wind on their own. They were to stay, to guard the camp which served as an essential holding point before proceeding further into the red lyrium escarpment. 

Meredith closed her eyes. They had left her with the spirit – ghoul – boy (whatever he was, she had not inquired but kept her distance.) 

Gloved hands rested atop the pommel of her great sword, stuck sharp end down into the snow that came up to the top of her boots, templar skirts blowing in the wind. Her nose twitched at the scent that carried in the wind, closing her eyes as she exhaled, cloud of condensation hanging in the air. 

      “Your name is Cole, is it not?”

╱❀╲ The Boy looked up slowly making eye contact with the other. Staring into her eye’s scared him. He heard things...And the looks she gave him left him feeling unsettle. Finally after a few seconds of staring the boy mustered out some words to the other.

                                                 “Y-Yes Ma'am.”

                                               “My name is Cole...” 

                             “Y-Your name is Meredith r-right?”

The Boy said before quickly looking away in a random direction. He then rubbed his right arm as he waited for her response.

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witchofthcwilds:

          { M } – Curiosity slips slowly into appraisal, her eyes like                      coins in the shadows. The sunlight streaming                      through the window, though sparse, is reflected                      back in hues of gold. She watches, waiting for                      his lilted speech to dwindle into silence. She is                      cataloging him, for she knows the nature of his                      kind nearly as well as she knows the creatures                      who roam freely in the Korcari Wilds and other                      forgotten places; and spirits are always the                      embodiment of some virtue or other. ‘Tis a                      game, of sorts, attempting to guess what calls                      this particular entity here and compels him to                      speak thusly. His own insight lies layered beneath vague speech, but she would be an utter fool not to recognize the meaning behind his words. A spark of defensiveness in her eyes, which quickly calms as she convinces herself that she has nothing to hide – ah, but it does  take some convincing. Her self-assurance worn like an old cloak, slightly too large, slightly too frayed at the edges. She has learned much these foregone years, and is not overly keen that those secrets come tumbling out now. Fortunately, the boy is harmless enough, or so it appears for now. Should anyone attempt to glean information regarding the witch, she is not certain they would quite decipher his meaning, either way.                        “ Cole, then. I am Morrigan… do you                           recognize me from tales since told, I                          wonder? Or is it merely insight; some                          intrinsic power which allows you to                          know me as only a friend or ally should? ” It does not escape her notice that he neglects to answer her initial questions, and yet she is content to probe in a different direction. She is curious to see what he can divine from her, if given the chance.

╱❀╲ The boy nods as she speaks, rubbing his hands together as he looks away from her. Then suddenly, POOF! The Boy disappeared out of thin air again, only to appear again infront of the women. He stared at the ground as he rubbed his arm.

                     “Whispers of songs, 

                               Stories, 

                              And thoughts. 

                    They Flood through the room! 

                 Just like the songs Maryden sings! 

                                       Some are spoken! 

                                               Others are not...

                                        I hear them all and try to help!

                   Just like how the Hero of Ferelden helped you! 

                        Slaying the one that once fed and clothed you!

                   The one with big teeth and wings that meant you harm!”

The Boy said with a big smile as he clapped his hands. To him the whole idea’s of Hero’s excited him. It made the boy happy, mainly because it showed it was possible to help people. A helpful little reminder.

                                                  “I wish to help people like that!”

                                         “To keep them safe and away from despair!”

[theydontrememberme]

*CRIES BECAUSE SASUKE AND BROTHER THINGS AND FUCK*

[theydontrememberme]

flips him off

Who are you?

[theydontrememberme]

hey kid you wanna see a magic trick

You can trick me all you want. I can still see your sins.