This shit is weird: An Assassin's story.

"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people." Independent canon divergent inquisitor Tracking: whitecrowrising

[whitecrowrising-blog]

ARE YOU BACK, ARE YOU BACK, HI IT ME. (kiera cousland?) I MISSED YOUR FACE.

I AM ALIVE IS THAT ACCEPTABLE TOO???

[whitecrowrising-blog]

Kisses his cheek. B))

She looooove me.

[fenrirtevi-moved]

                                            𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕣

                                            𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕚𝕤

                                         ᗪᖇᗩGOᑎ ᗩGE II

[vanagandrr-blog]

i need an adult azazel is touching me.

[whitecrowrising-blog]

No comment-- Actually. I did w o r s e . ur being a baby about it.

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So mayhaps I am not dead, yet.

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   “Well isn’t that just special,” She snaps back, glaring slightly as she leans back. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded him, trying to figure out what EXACTLY his angle was. “So who are you anyway, and what do you want?”

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“ Look who’s getting a bit feisty there. “ spoke the albino, lips curving upward in an amused smirk before he put up his hands. “ The name’s Az. And what I want? Well, to be quite honest there’s very little I want. Perhaps knowledge of the place I find myself at. I’m not... From around this... Time. “ he finally spoke, narrowing his red hues a bit.

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Her eyes narrow, and she drops her mug to the table with a loud thunk. This man knew more than he was letting on, that she could tell. She just didn’t know what it was. 

          “      You speak of him like you knew him. I think you’re not telling me the whole truth.     ”      A wild stab in the dark, but she hopes it will yield results.    “     I’ve heard there’s a Qunari spy in your ranks. Shall I find them and inform them that the identity the Herald wears is not his to claim  ?  ”

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And throughout her little outburst, Azazel simply kept a calm face, his eyes locked upon hers. She could pout and glare all she wanted, but that did not mean he would say more of the situation then he already had. And if she felt angry about that? Then it wasn’t his fucking problem. He had enough pressed on his shoulders without this girl adding to it.

“ What do you want me to say? I did see him, yes. He was at the conclave. Bright boy, seemed to only want for the best for the mages. Pro mage, no doubt about it. Perhaps he was a good man. I don’t know. All I know is that he died with the Conclave. As all the others did. “ he stated before slowly leaning forward, resting his arms on the table and smiling at her.

“ Oh hon... The Qunari spy is already aware of my identity. That man has been honest to me from the second we met. Which is admirable.  Not many dare to do such. I have been honest too. I told you that I am not as I told everyone, a Trevelyan. And I told you that the one whom’s name I carried for a moment there is dead. What more need you to know? “

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it was nice to be able to talk about vanitas likes this – as the happy memory he is. hera chuckles against his lips, her hand softly cupping his cheek –thumb caressing the stubbled skin there. “ oh, he had plenty of those. ” hera teases, pressing a soft kiss upon his lips. 

“ I made sure of that. ” hera teasingly bites down onto azazel’s bottom lip before rolling off him, laughing as she did so. it was nice to feel happy. her arm wraps around the assassin once more, green eyes staring into those familiar ruby jewels. “ he loved you too, you know. ”

[whitecrowrising-blog]

The smile upon his face faded away when she turned to him, green eyes staring into his own as she whispered that Vanitas had loved him too. In his own way, he had yes... Cared for him like a brother would. And though he had been unsure back in the days, he realized that feeling had been mutual. Vanitas had been his brother, in all but blood. Funny how things tended to be torn away from him the moment he realized how much he cared.

He shrugged the emotion off his shoulders soon enough, his lips curving into a smirk as he turned on his side and looked her in the eye, eyes glistening up. “ Aw, that’s so cute, Hera. Trying to make me feel better. “ he lightly teased, reaching out a hand and brushing the side of his finger over her jawline.

“ Thank you. “

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in her silence she listens, nodding softly in agreement. she sniffs, a hand lifting to wipe the tears from her eyes. “ he would… ” she breathes, a soft smile touching her lips, wide green eyes gazing upon the assassin’s every feature. “..I’ll talk to Leliana. see if her scouts can find anything.. ”

[whitecrowrising-blog]

“ Then we shall make it so. We’ll find his family, give him a proper burial. And we’ll move forward with our eye on the horizon. Taking each second of life. Cause t h a t is what Van would have wanted us to do. Move onward. You know this to be true. “ he finally spoke up, lips curving upward for a second before he leaned in and placed a kiss to her forehead. A rare moment of affection. Of allowing himself to f e e l.

Even if it tore him apart. “ You talk to Leliana. I will ensure we have horses and a carriage to carry him with us. “

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            ‘ Hey, of course he speaks well of me, I’m obviously his favourite sister. And he’s my only family, so of course I’m going to be protective. ’ Brilwyn teases, mouth curling upwards as her features soften. Her steely gaze slips away, though that’s more because she’s talking about Van than anything Azazel’s done, and she lays back down to rest her head against the pillow she’s stolen from her brother’s bedroom as she watches the other move away. ‘ You can sleep in my room, if you want. It’s too quiet in there for me in there. I’m used to noise. I like noise. So use the room, unless you want to top and tail on the sofa, but you might be a bit big for that. ’

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“ Favourite sister, even! Well, well, well! It seems Neph has lost this contest between you and her then! Pity, she’s an exquisite beauty. Too bad she’s terribly put in her ways. Can’t seem to like me atleast a little bit. “ snorted the blond before looking back to Brilwyn as she offered up her room, a light smirk touching his face. “ ... All that’s currently in that room is a mattress. But I will gladly use it if you so let me. “ he spoke, giving a comical bow.

[aclassikrem]

“Right. You’ve got two choices, Your Worship.” Krem stepped closer, though he wasn’t quite invading the other man’s personal space, but it was close. “You can turn around and walk yourself back to bed for at least the next several hours, and I will stand guard outside your door to keep people away. Or, I can carry you up there myself, but one way or another, you’re going to get some sleep.”

[whitecrowrising-blog]

The man took in a deep breath, raising his eyes upward momentarily before finally turning to look at Krem. Searching their face. It didn’t take long before a wry grin touched his lips. “ You are n o t going to let this go, are you love? “ spoke the inquisitor with a deep sigh before putting up his hands. “ I need no escort to my own room. “ he added, wrinkling his nose a bit before smirking. “ I will carry myself to my room. However... You needn’t dawdle around the room. “

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             ❛ What? No, don’t you DARE act like I’m just being a brat about this! ❜ Brilwyn snaps, voice growing louder with each syllable that passes between her lips. In her peripheral vision she can see heads beginning to turn again, hands raised to cover mouths as whispers are passed back and forth —– two of the Inquisitor’s closest companions, who were always seen as PARTICULARLY CLOSE, fighting amidst the merriment of of their victory. Yet she doesn’t care, and she doesn’t care about the resentful glares thrown their way either. It barely feels like there’s anything left to celebrate anyway, not with EVERYONE leaving. 

❛ I don’t care that you’re doing missions again for the Crows, I don’t care that you got stupid orders and I don’t care that you have to even return to Antiva; I care that I’m never going to see you again! I care that you can’t promise me that you’ll even be alive in a week. I can’t… I can’t bear the thought that happening. ❜ And that’s what it all came down to, really. Brilwyn’s lost so much already, the thought of losing someone else TERRIFIES her. She raises her hands to push him away, shove him, try and channel some of that pain she was feeling, but as soon as she makes contact her hands just end up resting there, realising this is the last time she may be able to ever do such a thing. And all at once, she’s crying again. ❛ What am I going to do without you? ❜

[whitecrowrising-blog]

The man took in a deep breath as she turned to him, snapped. Glared. Her voice growing louder with each word that slipped from her lips. “ Careful, love. You’re the one throwing a scene now. “ he lightly spoke, one eyebrow raising upward before he turned to look at the curious eyes upon them, a sigh coming from his lips. “ For crying out loud... “ he murmured, taking her arm and guiding her back to the place they had just exited. He rather would do this without all eyes upon them. The door closed behind them and he let go of her, turning to look at her and opening his mouth to speak. But before he can, she instead does so.

And he cannot do more but stare and listen quietly. She did not grow up the way he had done. Very few people had. And those that did, mostly had not survived. It caused him to frown before finally raising his hands upward to rest upon hers on his chest. The gesture that had seemed an attack at first, dwindled down to mere despair. Grief. Pain at the thought of losing one.

“ I am sorry. “ he finally whispered. “ I cannot promise you I will return. I cannot promise something that might not happen. I don’t know what Antonius will desire of me. I don’t know when I will touch Ferelden ground again. And I am sorry. “ he whispered, taking her hands in his. “ ... But if by chance I do return... You will be the first to know. “ he promised quietly before frowning. “ As to what you’re to do now? Live, Bril. Live. “

[whitecrowrising-blog]

@memoriessintheskyy

‘’You know, the similarities you share with my brother have never been as disturbing as they are now.’’ the witch answers, unable to hide the smile at his following words. ‘’What gave you such impression?’’

“ Your brother must be quite the handsome fellow then, hm? “ spoke the man, amusement clear in his eyes as he sized the other up, his eyes narrowing slightly. “ I could f e e l it. You are a powerful mage. “ he finally spoke vaguely with a light shrug.

[whitecrowrising-blog]

Greed:  High  

Gluttony:  High  

Wrath:  Very High  

Sloth:  Low  

Envy:  Low  

Lust:  Very High  

Pride:  Very High

[fightersuggestion]

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

[quotemadness]

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Juliette Lewis (via quotemadness)

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GUESS WHO’s STILL ALIVE?

For those wondering, I made a Klaus blog thus my absence. I am trash ok.