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@worthyhearts-a
this is an independent DRAGON AGE MULTIMUSE, portrayed by emily (26, she/her, est). i follow back from @stonecarved.
MUSES: Aveline, Merrill, Josephine
INFO: 18+, mutuals only, dash only, low activity
INTEREST TRACKER I’ll send a meme or reach out!
DISCORD (MUTUALS ONLY): emily / stonecarved#9140
RULES:
still very much a wip but find everyone and more here! sereda is staying where she is.
still very much a wip but find everyone and more here! sereda is staying where she is.
still very much a wip but find everyone and more here! sereda is staying where she is.
last night @squeaksquawks was complaining about how in inquisiton they toned down the elf swears, and said this merrill misquote that put me in tears
hi pals!! i’m alive!! planning on making a bioware multi soon and bringing these gals and possibly sereda over.
I am cute, yes, but also a weird little creature
look at my new lavellan. look at her. all she knows is stab things and make bad jokes. might add her to this blog when i’m properly back.
stolenmagi:
“ is that your blood? ”- @worthyhearts, merrill!
It is, he thinks, a little dazed.
But he does not know this unfamiliar elf. Her accent is familiar enough, but he’s too far removed to recall exactly which of the gods her vallaslin venerates. Her hands, which press against him to support his dizziness, are like delicate icicles: long and slender, but frigid cold.
His letting knife slips from his fingers and drops to the ground. The red templars he’d only heard of before now lay dead, scattered about. Weren’t they supposed to have disappeared with the death of Corypheus? He wasn’t meant to be here, necessarily, but his only lead, at the moment, is a man last seen in Redcliffe before things went wrong. Why is it that things so often go wrong?
All his thoughts are dull in his mind. He’s aware he lost blood, and perhaps pushed himself a little hard.
“Largely. I… don’t think those things bleed much.”
His voice is rough and worse for wear when he speaks, and it’s then he catches one of her hands to press away, and notices a familiar scarring pattern to her palm. The palm is more painful but easier to direct – it’s a choice for those who learned out of desperation. Recognition flickers over his expression. There are a number of reasons Rosal could be identified as such a mage, too. This one is safe, apparently.
Rosal drops her hand, wordless, gives her a silent nod. He doesn’t even thank her. He scoops up his staff and letting knife and presses away from the red templars’ remains – it’s beginning to give him a headache.
Merrill watches the stranger’s knife fall to the ground, fits it together with his blood, and she knows.
He’s like her.
She feels an immediate kinship with the other elf, though there is also learned apprehension. It isn’t the blood magic’s fault, of course, but she’s seen too many cruel or desperate people abuse the tool in Kirkwall. Once she’s fairly certain he won’t tip over, she puts a bit of space between them, staff in hand. As a precaution.
“They’re sort of pretty, aren’t they?” she says, momentarily lost in gazing at the red carnage scattered about. “The crystals remind me of glowing rubies, sprouting out of them like flowers. Oh, I’m babbling, sorry. I always do that. I’m Merrill. Can I ask your name?”
@ofcatnaps wrote: 👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up . ( ellana lavellan @ josephine )
“Ah, there you are, Inquisitor! If you leave now for the soirée, you will be fa—”
The unprecedented occurs as Josephine loses the rest of her words. How embarrassing! Inquisitor Lavellan is breathtaking this evening, and she is woefully unprepared to receive her. She clears her throat, red colouring her cheeks.
“Excuse me, your worship. You will be fashionably late as scheduled.”
❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .
designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!
♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .
📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .
💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .
🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .
👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .
🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .
💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .
👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .
🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .
🎐 : our muses slow dance together .
🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .
🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .
💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .
👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .
👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .
🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )
🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .
sorry, somebody’s gotta take one for the team and give me a morrigan for merrill to have a crush on because this is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen
valourie:
You know? Fair play to Aveline, it was a rather unbelievable sentiment. Nothing was ever simple in Kirkwall, less than nothing was simple when any of ‘them’ were involved too. Still, the indignant scoff Isabela offered spoke to the very opposite of such well-honed logic.
“You don’t trust me? I’m almost offended. What happened to innocent until proven guilty?” That was the word of law in this city, right? Truth told, she didn’t pay much attention. “He’s only a Baron, by the way. And one without much favor in his Duke’s court. Won’t be able to muster much of an ambush. Folks can’t stand him.”
Out into the street, ‘unarmed’ before the sound of approaching footfall. Simple transaction! The sound of weight on nearby rooftops was unrelated, of course.
“I know you’re guilty,” she returns evenly. If she believed Isabela before — she doesn’t, but if — the movement she hears atop the surrounding buildings would have corrected her. “Those are giant rats on the rooftops, then? We’re a long way from the Korcari Wilds.”
(Granted, this is Lowtown.)
She follows closely behind Isabela, scrutinizing every shadow around them. Her sword is unsheathed, blade pointed down but ready for when she needs it. Any moment now, by the sound of it.
valourie:
@worthyhearts || MINI-CALL
“Kitten! Come here, I need someone to- someone to help me get a refill.”
“Coming! It’s a shame you don’t have a peg leg. You could store your refills in there.”
The “Excuse me? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.” TikTok sound @ Aveline
i made an interest tracker! let a gal know who you wanna write with. i’ll send a meme or reach out if we don’t have anything going.
