If these wings could fly

Independent, Selective Dragon Age Bethany Hawke of Dragon Age 2 Tracks: Uiriavis

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hey guys. Sorry I’ve poofed, after I went on my hiatus my computer died, I have it back but am missing all of my everything. Sorry for the sudden poof, I’m hoping to be a bit more active this spring/summer. it’s still busy.

[honnleathrose-a]

“a heart as easy to break as it is to mend”

                                                a semi-selective, private and independent                                                                   rosalie rutherford                                                                        written by jay

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So still on hiatus. My hard drive crashed which means I have no computer at the moment. Not fun. Anyway, love you guys, catch me on skype I'd love to play some stuff there.

[sebastiansvaelss]

I made Carv and Bethy in the Doodle Face app

[wnq-writers]

He; her poet. She; his poetry.

DY, a six word story, and the story of us (via wordsnquotes)

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Hey guys! I know I have a lot to reply to and I'm going to work on that today. In the meantime just a heads up that I'm going to be on semi hiatus until January. Work and life is starting to get busy as it usually does for me this time of year. I will do replies when I can but hopefully everyone will be patient with me. It got a lot busier a lot sooner than I expected. But I am going to do some replies they just might be late. Sorry for the inconvenience this causes. Jeans

[butscrewmefirst]

stroke my ego pls

okay because im genuinely curious, can you tell me ( anon or not ) what my reputation is in the rp community? this encompasses what my reputation is in my fandom, as well as/or my reputation in the community as a whole. can be positive or negative, for constructive criticism is HIGHLY appreciated, just as compliments are. pls and thank u.

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THEDAS AESTHETIC (pt 1/2)

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THEDAS AESTHETIC (pt 1/2)

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Hello adorable masses. Beth mun here. I’ve been really busy since the move but I’m not dead! Just exhausted and probably will be until Saturday. XD So I’ll be back for drafts and threads then and hope that I’m not punching myself in the nose. <3 Thanks for your patience!

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   Fenris doesn’t understand why he has to make such a simple matter so

     difficult, why the shaking of a hand is so complex for him. Perhaps it is 

     based on the situation at hand, the simple fact that she was a mage and he

     was wary of them. A contributing factor could also include the fact that she

     genuinely did trust him, or so it seemed. No mage had ever been so kind to

     him, had not even made an attempt. Curious hues watch her for a moment

     before extending his palm and taking her hand in his for just a moment,

     feeling something behind it. “I have chosen to trust you. Do not let me 

     regret my decision.”

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She offers him a small smile, the kind that makes her eyes twinkle as she lets him hold her hand. Something, the kind of tingling that she often felt when she was close to him didn't ebate at the long pause. If anything it moved up her arm to her shoulder, the kind of sensation she'd not felt before. Fenris was a unique man, "All I ask is a little bit of faith."

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It was terrifying blacking out in the middle of battle. Fall and have no one seen or being surrounded by enemies was a quick way to die. If Grim had to go, he wanted to be conscious the moment before it happened. He did not want to die asleep and especially did not want to die after passing out from poison. All these thoughts floated to the surface as Bethany struggled to heal him. He slowly moved to consciousness, but it wasn’t easy. Trying to wake up was like swimming through a sea of honey or syrup. The blackness was sticky and hard to move through. Her voice swam up above the surface and if he kept on trying, holding onto it, Grim could-

He woke up hacking, his body shaking for a moment as he was racked with pain. His vision was still blurry, but he could feel Bethany and the magic she was using. How fortunate he was for her being here. He would not die this day it seemed. Grim groaned, his throat on fire just as the rest of him was, especially the wound.

“Thank you,” he managed to get out, trying to sit up, but failing. He was too weak for the moment. “The fight. Is it still happening?”

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The mage lifted her head, a protective arm around the warrior as she glanced around them. She'd gotten him far enough away but their fellows were still fighting. "You're not fully healed yet you shouldn't. Just.. hang on." She moved her staff quickly, a barrier to keep them safe but if they were approached she could fight just as easily.  Though she was more concerned about the man she was holding. 

"Don't move to quickly, you're still wounded I could only do some minor repair to the damage." Her words were whispered, she had used a lot of energy to heal him but she was a woman of fortitude. It was clear in the way she leveled her stance. "Once the battle is over I can do some more work but for now.. just... try not to move to quickly."

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“ that’s the point, love. ” hera responds with a gentle whack to bethany’s left breast, smirking as she watched the flesh jiggle. with a small laugh, she moved aside, now standing at her friend’s side, admiring the beauty’s reflection. “ yes. this is much  better. ” she comments before returning to her seat, taking her glass into her hand, crossing her her legs as she leans back into it’s cushions. “ alright. anything else to show me, dear? I’d love to see more. ”

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Laughing Bethany smacked at Hera's hands, leaning her head to the side for a moment. It was easy to be friends with someone so bold when you tended to be a wallflower. Yet, Hera didn't smother her or over whelm her. If anything they seemed to be a good balance for one another.

"I've a dress to try on and some other things," she rolled her eyes at her friend's comment, she liked knowing she was attractive. Even if it was her friend telling her that, without much thought she shimmied out of her skirt to head to her closet, setting her wine on one of the dressers in the room. "I don't even know what fits me anymore." Clad in her underwear alone, she didn't seem bothered. She was had changed in front of so many people, nursing was a run as you could profession. "Or what's in fashion, honestly I think some of these are my sisters. A bit more punk rock princess than I am."

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          ✖ The elf manages not to shrug off her touch, instead allowing it to slip away of its own accord; he turns his grey gaze on her, calm && dark yet warm. He was hardened but not like ice, he still had feelings, && he could feel the gentleness with which she regarded him. Kaey is about to step away when the mage speaks, && again he turns his attention to her, eyes resting on the envelope a moment before moving to her face.

     “What does it say?” The rogue asks, pointedly avoiding answering her first question.

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The mage gave him a dry look, it was almost strange how they managed to work so well together. They were very different people and yet somehow it worked. He was different, interesting, she tended to befriend elves often enough. Without thinking too much she furrowed her brow at the words, the letters were forign to her. Far from the common she knew and the magical language that came from the Dales.

"I've not the foggiest idea, I can't read it... it's... not common nor is it magical."

[nadiea]

—the king’s men, nora sakavic

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Garrett swallowed hard, a migraine spiking at his temples. He didn’t want to have this conversation, but if there was a chance of things going back to normal, it needed to be had. It’s only when she brings up Carver that he snaps.

“I had to leave, alright?! I’m not like Marian! I couldn’t do it without Father, I couldn’t stand the way Mother looked at me! What was I supposed to do? Stay, and be a constant reminder of what she had lost? I left. I left and it was a mistake, but I had to do it for myself!

“But don’t you dare think for a minute I didn’t try and fight my way back to you. I was in Lothering hours after you left. I had to carve a path through the Hoard on my own to try to get to you! And I didn’t fucking make it. If I had been a little faster, a little stronger, I could’ve been there for him. Instead, I had to lay him to rest. I hadn’t seen any of you in six years and the first time I see my little brother I had to burn his body.”

His hand instantly goes to the chain around his neck, a slim vial of ashes with a pinch of Carver’s remains to go with their Father’s and Mother’s. At least Marian managed to save Bethany. At least the vial wasn’t full, not yet.

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She held up her hands, her face awash with untold amounts of pain swirling with anxiety. Breathing slowly she let him rage back, shaking her head when he continued. As if he was the only one that had any sense of guilt in the matter, as if he could have handled it. She wanted to smack him, instead her fingers fisted into her sides where her nails bit tiny crescents into her palms. Any harder and she'd make them bleed.

Maker give me strength, she prayed before she opened her eyes again to look at her brother.  Did he not understand, as he might have burned Carver's body he hadn't felt his death to the very corners of his soul, had them ripped asunder and tried by himself to put them back together again. No, but Bethany had.

Her voice lost it's shrill, calm returning but that was almost worse as she was attempting to control her temper. The Hawke temper never failed as tears trailed down her cheeks, all she could do was closer her eyes and look away. So she let him have her say as she reached for some semblance of control. "She looked at me that way, as if I should have died instead of Carver. Perhaps I should have, everyone would have been happier, right?"

It was a dark part of her that made her say it, that made her spit out the words she carried deep in her heart. Words she'd said to herself a thousand times. "That if I'd just moved instead of Carver that he would be here. That if I'd knocked him on his ass he'd be here. I am ALLOWED to be angry with you! But don't for a moment think that I'm not just as angry at myself and my own failings. I couldn't even summon up enough confidence to try a bloody healing spell!" Nor would there have been the time, if she’d tried.

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      “ Is – Is  there a reason you’ve been glaring at me for the last three days?           Have I said something?  Is my robe torn?  Did your pain in the arse           sibling put something on me? “

      He really doesn’t need to keep listing reasons for the younger Hawke to         stare at him, but he could perhaps for a few mote minutes should he         really feel the urge to, or should she not respond to his original statement.

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Bethany had her arms folded across her chest, all she could do was narrow her brows at his comment. Maker was he jumpy lately. With a firm shake of her head she approached the other mage. While she was used to being treated a bit abrasively at times, this she did not understand.

"Off and on, wondering if you could teach as well as you do. I've never had a hand at healing... but I wouldn't mind trying if you'd show me."