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@vashothprincess
three word starters
“i’ll do it.”
“please just don’t.”
“i hate you.”
“i love you.”
“you love me?”
“please stop it.”
“i can’t breathe.”
“just go away.”
“you’re an ass.”
“you’re a bitch.”
“don’t leave me!”
“don’t walk away.”
“stay with me.”
“i’m begging you…”
“for fucks sake…”
“clean this up!”
“please kiss me.”
“get off me!”
“you are despicable.”
“are you okay!?”
“don’t do this.”
“please shut up.”
“are you drunk?”
“don’t forget me.”
"I think the snow got worse..."
[6:22:33 AM] Aureha: SCREAMS SO MUCH [6:22:35 AM] Aureha: ok no i'm so excite [6:23:29 AM] Aureha: just no imagine [6:23:30 AM] Aureha: imagine [6:24:03 AM] Aureha: bull who is so horrified of the fade and of demons watching his kadan succumb to this thing
bull who is so strong and brave and sturdy crumbling because of his kadan dying [6:24:21 AM] ☀ █ ▌ C O L E .: BYYYEEEEE
//like for a starter?
//I am so sorry I have not gotten to replies! I will try to get to them when I am in a better place, mentally. Right now, it takes more energy than it should to really write much. Again, I am sorry!
//i will never know enough about qunari TBQH
“Stupid, isn’t it?” She laughs, but the echo of the otherworldly howling that fills her nightmares chases her thoughts. In her dreams, she can never run fast enough. Never strike hard enough.
They always catch her.
‘No, not really. It’s clear it’s a fear & I mean, yeah fears are stupid, but you cannot call your fears stupid.’ That might not of made any sense, but to Sera? Just slightly. It was like her fear of ‘things unknown’, many did not understand that.
‘You’re afraid of wolves, understandable. I mean they do have red eyes & foam at the mouth, I’d be scared too.’
She thinks about the wolves she sees in her dreams. Big, hulking creatures. Can they even really be called wolves anymore? No, no, she supposes not.
“Only the pack leader has red eyes.” She says quietly, closing her eyes. “The rest are big, grey creatures that always seems to know where I’m going. But the leader... The leader is black most of the time, white others. He comes up to my shoulder.”
The fact she knows that last bit is a little terrifying.
Hissra can’t help herself from saying it. The opportunity is just so perfect. She crosses her arms, smirking when Josephine sits back down. “And if I did?”
It is one of those rare innocuous moments when her words backfire against her, causing her eyes to widen from surprise–although it is not an entirely unpleasant one.
“Well–then I should be so fortunate to have such a… ah, concerned friend such as yourself, Inquisitor.” She recovers quickly enough that soon after her initial surprise, her lips resume the shape of a smile. “One can’t help but wonder what they have done to deserve such good fortune.”
Hissra smiles, something warmer than the teasing smirk she can her before. Her random bit of playfulness seemed to have dissipated.
“You have to wonder?” She asks, tilting her head to the side some. “You don’t give yourself nearly enough credit.”
vashothprincess
She doesn’t even have to look up, to know the vashoth woman is there. “Shanedan, is the greeting in qunlat, I believe.”
“Hello works just fine. I can’t speak a bit of Qunlat.” Hissra admits, offering a tentative smile as she approaches.
Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.
She takes her seat beside her. She isn’t sure what it is about Sera that puts her at ease. No, correction.
She knows exactly what it is. And that makes everything worse.
Hissra sighs and looks at the sky, at the stars. She’s always loved them, but tonight they’re like tiny warnings. Tiny problems.
“Sort of. Mostly wolves, to be honest.” It’s so laughably simple. Wolves. As if a big qunari like her had any reason to fear them. “Hunting me, chasing me.”
Like her mother feared would happen to them when she was little. Except, it wasn’t wolves she was afraid of.
She had expected something in relation to the war or the hole in the sky - demons, spirits, the works. Once she heard stress can do that to a person & she knew that Hissra had to be stressed. Wolves though? Call her confused.
‘Why wolves?’ A simple question, as if Hissra could answer. Turning her attention away from the other she too gazes up at the stars, ‘I mean, unless you’re scared of ‘em, but I mean look at you. You, scared of wolves? Please.’
“Stupid, isn’t it?” She laughs, but the echo of the otherworldly howling that fills her nightmares chases her thoughts. In her dreams, she can never run fast enough. Never strike hard enough.
They always catch her.
Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.
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Hissra smirks. It’s obvious the smaller woman is up to something, but she supposes, this time she’ll let it go. After all, there was a certain charm to her mischief. When Sera asks, however, she frowns and shakes her head.
“Nightmares.” A half-truth. She can’t bring herself to fully lie, not to anyone she considers a friend by any degree.
Expression had dropped as Hissra replied. Nightmares? That could keep one up, she too had them ( sometimes ) but considered r a r e amongst the many she use to have. Scooting over closest to a nearing tree, she nudges her head to indicate for the other to take seat beside her.
‘About all that is goin’ on? I use to have ‘em a lot, never wanted to sleep. & the shadows? Oh, the shadows creeped me out most.’
She takes her seat beside her. She isn’t sure what it is about Sera that puts her at ease. No, correction.
She knows exactly what it is. And that makes everything worse.
Hissra sighs and looks at the sky, at the stars. She’s always loved them, but tonight they’re like tiny warnings. Tiny problems.
“Sort of. Mostly wolves, to be honest.” It’s so laughably simple. Wolves. As if a big qunari like her had any reason to fear them. “Hunting me, chasing me.”
Like her mother feared would happen to them when she was little. Except, it wasn’t wolves she was afraid of.
& {Either or, I can't decide. ;A;}
Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
His eyes looked up as he felt her finger on his forehead. He swallowed hard as he tried to think of something fast. “It’s a mark for labeling. “ He wanted to curse out loud. He never meant to say that, it was truth. The truth he wished to keep a lie.
He sighed and looked away. “When I was young I was branded against my will, I wish to move the conversation to another topic… If you do not mind.” He could still feel the burning Edgar’nan carved in his forehead. A reminder of who he was when found again by the father god himself. A mark never to heal no matter how hard he tried.
He watched her with sad eyes. He never meant harm from his story. “No Falon, do not feel sorry. It was coming to me.” He straiten his face out so no emotions showed. “I thank you for your concern “ He nod his head at her.
“I should’ve been mindful.” She says, folding her hands. Then she pauses, hearing a word she does not know. Again, she is curious. “What... What did you call me?”
& {Either or, I can't decide. ;A;}
Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
His eyes looked up as he felt her finger on his forehead. He swallowed hard as he tried to think of something fast. “It’s a mark for labeling. “ He wanted to curse out loud. He never meant to say that, it was truth. The truth he wished to keep a lie.
He sighed and looked away. “When I was young I was branded against my will, I wish to move the conversation to another topic… If you do not mind.” He could still feel the burning Edgar’nan carved in his forehead. A reminder of who he was when found again by the father god himself. A mark never to heal no matter how hard he tried.
She pulls her hand back, as if it burned. Guilt weighed heavy on her heart and she looked away. She shouldn’t have been so curious, so brave.
“I-I am so sorry. I-” What else could she say? She shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
//anyone up for an ic game of cards against humanity? pw is: DARP
//anyone up for an ic game of cards against humanity? pw is: DARP
