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a cute valentine's idea for your loved one: get them a boot and tell them to STICK IT UP THEIR ASS

#; ooc.#;c: I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY SO MUCH LMAO WTF.

He's followed the Inquisition this far, been at the side of the Inquisitor for whatever needs may have arisen. Sebastian hasn't been to a ball in years, and the last time he did attend one, he wasn't at his... best.

The Prince exits the foyer, descends the staircase, and decides to make it easier for everyone by going around the floor of dancers, their dresses and uniforms rather dashing and distracting as he does. Sebastian stops at the far corner, turns to watch for a moment.

He, himself, is dressed in the finest Starkhaven attire crafted, mended especially for him to attend this event, but still, he is no match, though close, for these Orlesian nobles.

There's a smile on his lips, hands clasped gently behind his back, and as the Prince turns to exit and avert his gaze, his eyes fall right onto--

Who is..... this.....?

" Oh-- .... Hello. "

#; script.#; begin.#theguardiian #;c: B) HERE WE GO.

rosebays-moved-again

recent update fixes (stylish)

classic editor

red notifications

photo width fix/borders

old titles

no scrolling avatars

#; ooc.#; psa.#;c: GOD BLESS THE CLASSIC EDITOR.

ooc; i really want to rp, but this tumblr update has me bummed out and i have no idea how i'd even begin to format everything with it lmao.

#; maker.#;c: s i g h s.

malefxcar:

”why not princey? princey would suit you well, i imagine.” acting upon his own accord, he continues on without care for sebastian’s feelings, an impish grin spread across flesh of ivory dotted with flecks of brown.

" Or, Champion, you could call me Sebastian. I'm not one for names, given the ones I've been given in the past. "

Arms cross over chest, weight shifting to one foot and brows remaining furrowed.

#; script.#malefxcar

malefxcar:

vaelly liked your post for a starter

”exiled prince… what a flashy title. i myself, have always been partial to ’bastard brother’- carvers favorite, & ‘damn mage’. though i suppose theres a certain ring to your own.”

Brows furrow, a frown directed at words. Sebastian clears his throat to try and fend off some of the sudden awkwardness.

" I-- ... Pardon...? "

#; script.#malefxcar #;c: LMAO. seb. chill.

ofdxlish:

Mihtriel’s voice spikes.

"Because YOU LOST TWO FUCKING HORSES.”

He nearly almost completely folds back into himself. A small peep of a noise, brows furrowed and a look of terror gracing tan skin. His face is red from the embarrassment, and the Prince clears his throat before continuing.

" Yes.... m'lady. I'll-- " Sebastian chokes down a protest, shakes his head.

" -- I'll ride with the Qunari... "

#; script.#ofdxlish

ofdxlish:

"No." Mihtriel tries her best to loom over him. The height just isn’t there - but at least she’s still intimidating.

"You’ll ride with Bull, and then Varric on my approval."

" You know he and I don't get along. Why would you do such a thing? "

#; script.#ofdxlish

ofdxlish:

Mihtriel still lays into him. "Oh, like you fixed losing the first fucking horse?"

"That’s it — that’s it. I can’t believe I have to treat a grown fucking man like a child.” The dalish grumbles. “From now on, you’re riding with Bull. No exceptions. At least he knows how to keep a creator-damned horse.”

He scoffs, opens his mouth to protest. Oh, dear mercy. Why the Qunari out of all of them?

" But... Why the Qunari...? Can't I ride with Varric or-- I'd rather ride with that Tevinter mage over the Iron Bull! "

#; script.#ofdxlish

ofdxlish:

Mihtriel doesn’t end it there.

"You mean to tell me YOU’VE LOST A HORSE BEFORE? AN ENTIRE, CREATORS-BE-DAMNED HORSE?” Mihtriel wants to reach out and strangle him — but for the sake of his damn bloodline she holds back.

" Yes, but-- I can get another horse! I have many horses trained for war and I can have one brought here by tomorrow! "

On the bright side.

" I can fix this! "

#; script.#ofdxlish

ofdxlish:

Mihtriel - despite her size - releases a deep roar of a response in time with his reply.

"You don’t JUST LOSE AN ENTIRE HORSE, SEBASTIAN.” The Dalish snaps.

Hands fly up immediately and he steps-- no, stumbles, back away from her a foot or two.

" I apologize entirely-- It's... it's not exactly the first time this has happened, actually-- "

#; script.#ofdxlish

ofdxlish:

She turns — the words taking a moment to register before her voice cracks down like thunder.

"You did WHAT.”

" I was-- er... I was riding-- and there was a wolf-- and I steadied her at first but... then there was ice, and-- "

#; script.#ofdxlish #;c: IM CRYIGN X200 FDMGMKFMMEFM.

" Pardon me, lady Inquisitor-- "

" -- but someone may have lost one of your horses-- "

#; script.#; begin.#ofdxlish #;c: IM SO SORRY MIHTRIEl

ooc; flips hair over shoulder. hey.

#; maker.#;c: redid the ENTIRETY of my theme.#;c: single and ready to mingle??? nah. loyal and ready to pray.

" So, you must be Solas-- I overheard one of Varric's tall tales. Sorry to say you were involved... Though it was rather interesting. "

#; script.#; begin.#ofwalks #;c: o bOY #;c: seb always hears varric tell stories about people and then he hunts them down.#;c: amazing.

a-reluctant-alien

If you run your fingers up and down my back continuously there is a 832% chance that I will fall in love with you.

#; little secrets.#;c: OOPS.

ooc; hi. i want to rp.

#; maker.#;c: also i wasn't here on my birthday and now i'm a legal adult and idk what to do.

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