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[wovetales]

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[wovetales]

think i might move this blog soon. keep my aes & just start clean & fresh bc i miss a lot of muses on here. 😭

[wovetales]

HELLO   I   AM   NOT   DEAD.   just   been   focusing   time   on   mason   /   my   new   gustave   blog   since   both   spaces   are   quiet.   however   ,   i   do   intend   to   return   here   but   i   think   i'm   gonna   probably   minimize   my   muse   list   a   bit   &   go   through   inactives   just   to   clean   up   this   space.   :)

[pawnedprince]

hans hates this city; he's never once tried to mask his opinion on such. oh no, he makes it perfectly loud and clear. he had no choice in the matter of being born in the free marches, but he'd be absolutely damned if he was going to let himself die there — and in, fucking forbid, kirkwall of all places. the company, however, has at least been an effective diversion; perhaps too effective in the amount of drinking he had been doing as of late. the tankard tips haphazardly back and forth with a push of an index finger, stubbled chin resting atop his other hand like he's rapturously listening to the story being told. but the sly grin and cold glint in his eye suggests otherwise.

❛ you are absolutely full of shit. ❜ the tankard hits the table with a thud, both hands folding atop themselves as he leans in. he, an oft unreliable narrator himself, knows all the tale - tell signs of a story riddled with embellishments. and this one shines like cheap costume jewelry. the warden smiles slyly at hawke, who he knows won't take the pointed affront to his credibility lying down. and this too is just another way of passing the time; and with the cups running dry, what better form of entertainment is there than getting each others skin? ❛ you might as well leave the tall tales to varric anyhow. at least he knows how to tell them. ❜

↳ a starter for @wovetales / ft. lucian hawke

[wovetales]

if   one   is   looking   for   a   bit   of   reprieve   by   drinking   at   the   hanged   man   ,   you   are   definitely   in   the   wrong   place.   nothing   could   be   considered   even   remotely   relaxing   when   living   in   a   place   like   kirkwall   ,   though   hawke   supposes   that   is   part   of   the   city's   charm.   hans   has   made   it   clear   how   much   he   hates   being   here   ,   yet   makes   no   effort   to   find   somewhere   else   to   do   his   duties.   it's   amusing   how   he   still   remains   hanging   around   their   odd little group   ,   not   that   hawke   minds   ━━   in   fact   ,   he   kind   of   likes   having   him   around.   aside   from   being   a   pleasant   view   to   look   at   ,   the   man   is   one   of   the   few   willing   to   challenge   him   when   he   feels   it's   necessary.   hawke   likes   a   good   challenge   ━━   revels   in   it   ,   actually   ,   &   despite   knowing   how   easily   it   could   be   to   disarm   this   warden   ,   it's   much   more   fun   to   see   him   throw   more   jabs   ,   get   a   little   more   angry   &   maybe   a   touch   flustered   despite   his   efforts   to   hide   it.   it   makes   hawke   grin   anytime   they   get   into   it   ,   pleased   that   he's   managed   to   bring   it   out   of   hans   today.   relaxation   at   the   hanged   man   is   definitely   not   common   ,   but   this   is   probably   as   close   to   it   as   hawke   will   get.

a   mock   gasp   of   offense   tumbles   past   his   lips   as   he   looks   comically   shocked   ,   a   hand   perched   on   his   chest   as   if   to   soothe   the   insult   the   warden   just   tossed   at   him.   ❝   you   bite   your   tongue   ,   capon   ,   ❞   hawke   retorts   ,   though   the   facade   quickly   fades   ,   replaced   with   his   well   known   cheeky   smile.   ❝   why   would   i   lie   to   you   ?   my   friend   &   a   warden   of   all   things   ?   even   if   i   was   lying   ,   what   would   you   do   about   it   ?   not   like   you   wardens   have   much   authority   when   there's   no   blight   happening.   ❞   he   takes   a   drink   from   his   own   tankard   ,   though   regrets   it   almost   immediately.   the   ale   in   kirkwall   is   absolutely   disgusting   ━━   even   after   all   this   time   ,   he's   never   adjusted   to   the   taste.   ❝   if   you   did   have   the   power   to   do   something   about   it   ,   what   could   you   do   that   i   couldn't   fight   off   ?   conscript   me   ?   ❞   hawke   leans   in   a   bit   in   his   seat   ,   already   presenting   a   challenge   to   the   warden   ,   though   not   the   sort   one   would   think.   his   grin   grows   like   a   hungry   wolf who found a chosen prey   ,   eyes   half   lidded   ,   yet   focused   on   the   man   before   him.   ❝   i   bet   you'd   love   to   conscript   me   if   you   could.   maybe   i   wouldn't   mind   it   myself   .   .   .   curious   to   know   what   you   might   do   to   me   ,   if   you   had   the   chance.   ❞

[anoffering-a]

the brecilian forest was supposed to be his haven. the brecilian forest was supposed to protect him. the werewolves here made it easy to hide. they knew he was different than them, but it wasn't a problem. not at first, at least. some began to mistrust him, and instead of trying to lie or blend in, he just left. he was able to hide himself for some time — at least until she appeared, sword drawn and pointed at him. he needed to be careful. he wouldn't have time to safely transform, or to draw his own blade.

“ i could ask you the same question. ” he retorts, hands up and eyes squinted. “ you are not an elf, or a creature, yet you are here as well. ” kjarud shifts, shoulders squared while he suppresses a growl in his throat. “ this forest is my home. i do not know this howe or loghain you speak of. ” feeling bold, he takes a step forward, brow furrowed and teeth bared as he feels the tip of her sword press into his skin. “ sheathe your blade, and i will prove it to you. ”

[wovetales]

caitlyn's   anger   &   frustration   towards   howe   &   loghain   has   been   her   weakness   in   many   instances   during   their   travels.   caitlyn   has   has   many   long   conversations   with   wynne   about   how   not   to   let   your   anger   completely   lead   you   ,   but   it's   difficult   when   knowing   the   two   men   who   ruined   their   lives   walk   around all of ferelden   so   carelessly   &   without   punishment for their crimes.   caitlyn   is   naturally   jumpy   at   the   idea   of   either   of   those   two   men   sending   someone   to   kill   her.   they   already   tried   &   failed   with   zevran   ,   so   who   is   to   say   they   wouldn't   try   again   ?   this   man   ,   however   ,   almost   seems   apart   of   the   forest.   he   stands   tall   ,   yet   his   clothes   give   way   of   someone   who   planned   to   stay   long here   ,   all   warm   furs   with   dirt   clinging   to   the   bottom of his clothes.   perhaps   it's   unwise   to   lower   her   blade   before   a   stranger   ,   but   if   he   has   means   to   prove   himself   as   not   a   threat   ,   then   she   will   abide for now.   slowly   ,   caitlyn   lowers   her   blade   but   keeps   her   eyes   on   the   other   man   ,   showcasing   her   own   bravery   despite   the   uncertainty   &   fear   that   resides   deep   within   her   heart.

❝   go   on   then.   tell   me   what   you're   doing   here.   ❞   the warden's   commanding   tone   immediately   gives   way   to   her   noble   upbringing   ,   something   that   caitlyn   often   hated   about   herself.   she's   going   to   let   the   other   man   speak   ,   but   decides   to   interject   once   more.   it's   probably   not   wise   to   further   upset   this   man given his size   ,   but   she   needed   to   add   one   final   thing   ,   as   it's   the   most   important   thing   on   her   mind   right   now.   ❝   do   not   think   of   attacking   me. & especially   do not attack my   friends.   if   you   do   ,   i'll   end   the   conversation   right   away   &   you   will   be   meeting   the   maker   within   seconds , i can promise you that.   ❞

[warplanetarchived]

he's not expecting any sort of present when he runs into @wovetales, but buzzy is quickly stunned into silence at the shock of blue wrapping paper and the noisy box she sets into his hands. "hannah..." trailing off, buzzy shakes his head, awed, his eyes wide like saucers as he looks between her and the box. careful to open it, buzzy gasps at the reveal — within the carefully taped confines of blue paper lies a gorgeous puzzle (a ten thousand piece puzzle, too!). "oh my god. if this counts as a trinket, then... wow, i love trinkets. hannah, you didn't have to..." buzzy runs a hand across his cheek as he continues shaking his head; he can't pry his eyes from the box, from the colors, from the intricate design that will surely give him days of excitement at his kitchen table. "this is so nice of you. wow." he tucks the box under his arm as he pulls her into a hug. "but you really didn't have to get me anything, hannah... you... i can't believe it. where did you go again? i've never seen any puzzle like this before — it's huge!" he'd like to hug her a little longer, naturally, but buzzy lets go and beams. "now i have to know what you like to collect so i can bring you gifts home in return."

[wovetales]

seeing   the   genuine   look   of   excitement   on   buzzy's   face   as   he   opens   his   gift   brings   hannah   a   joy   she   hasn't   felt   in   so   long.   she   does   love   giving   people   gifts   &   surprising   them   with   something   special from her travels   ,   but   this   time   it   feels   different   ━━   almost   more   important   than   any   other   moment   even   remotely   similar   to   this.   when   buzzy   expresses   his   love   for   the   puzzle   she   chose   ,   hannah's   not   only   happy   ,   but   relieved   that   she   managed   to   find   something   good   for   him.   the   hug   is   an   unexpected   move   ,   but   one   she   happily   accepts   ,   melting   into   the   warm   embrace   far   more   easily   than   she'd   like   to   admit.   wow   ,   he's   really   good   at   that   ,   she   thinks to herself   ,   almost   sad   that   they   have   to   part.   she   could   stay   in   his   arms   forever   if   he   let   her.   ❝   i   thought   it   could   be   fun   to   do   it   together   .   .   .   only   if   you   want   to   ,   of   course.   ❞   hannah's   cheeks   are   definitely   red   now   ━━   she   can   feel   the   heat   building   on   her   skin.   ❝   it's   a   overview   of   santorini   ,   which   is where i was the last few weeks.   we   could   do   the   puzzle   &   i   can   point   out   where   i   went   ?   tell   you   a   bit   of   each   building   i   visited   ?   ❞   the   more   she   presents   the   idea   ,   the   sillier   it   sounds   to   her   ,   feeling   mild   embarrassment   now   taking   over.   shit   ,   she   thinks   ,   he's   going   to   think   i'm   so   lame.   ❝   i   mean   ,   you   could   also   just   do   it   on   your   own   too.   i'm   honestly   kinda   crap   at   puzzles.   i   might   slow   you   down   .   .   .   ❞

[soulbarer-a]

you are not alone. / @wovetales, milo.

“ nor are you, milo thatch. ” ringlets of red light fall in patches, glimpsed between low-hanging trees. the sun had long begun to set, bringing forth the suggestion of something unearthly, as though divinity fell upon the humble grounds of earth like creatures from on high. the heavens above emit colors of brilliant red and imposing shades of purple, as a particular darkness settles within the incoming twilight. the stars would reveal themselves soon, they know; those great balls of light perhaps long dead, traveling lightyears to touch the earth for the first and last time. the sorcerer tilts their head westward, meeting the intersection of sunset and horizon. within it revolves the restless ocean, whose waves lap along ancient shores, bringing with it all its secrets and wonder. “ you never have been— not completely. even the souls of those long gone may still hang thick in the air, guiding you to where you are needed. perhaps that is why destiny led you beneath those depths. ” they meet milo's eyes, the intensity of their gaze beginning to soften. “ to remind you of what truly matters in this life. ”

[wovetales]

this   golden   figure   is   a   stranger to him   ,   yet   they   speaks   such   comforting   words   that   soothe   the   linguist's   soul   in   a   way   he   cannot   explain.   despite   the   constant   strain   of   negativity   &   rudeness   milo   once faced   on   a   daily   basis   ,   he   tried   to   keep   himself   in   a   positive   mindset   ,   gifting   kindness   even   when   it's   not   deserved.   it's   rare   when   someone   is   so   openly   kind   to   him   &   what's   worse   ?   he's   comforted   with   the   idea   of   those   he's   lost   still   being   around   ,   as   if   they   could   still   see   him   &   support   him   from   afar   wherever   they   might   be.   as   a   man   of   education   ,   science   &   language   ,   he   often   thinks   on   the   facts   rather   than   just going by blind   faith.   discovering   atlantis   definitely   changed   that   for   him   ,   but   it   still   isn't   easy   just   to   believe   when   there's   no   real   concrete   proof.   still   ,   their   words   are   kind despite them not knowing him ,   &   milo   just   offers   a   smile   to   showcase   their   appreciation.   ❝   uh   ,   thanks.   i   guess   that's   one   way   of   looking   at   it.   ❞   he   rubs   the   back   of   his   neck   ,   feeling   uncharacteristically   quiet   in   this   moment.   he   remains   this   way   until   a   thought   comes   to   him   ,   turning   to   face   the   golden   figure   ,   curiosity   glinting   in   his   eyes.   ❝   have   you   lost   people   ?   ❞   it's   simple   question   ,   but   one   he   asks   tentatively   ,   as   many   find   it   to   be   a   sore   subject.   ❝   don't   know   how   you   knew   ,   but   i   lost   my   parents   pretty   young   &   my   grandfather   a   few   years   back.   i've   been   pretty   lonely   .   .   .   well   ,   until   kida   of   course.   ❞   a   small   smile   appears   ,   as   it   always   does   when   speaking   of   his   wife.   ❝   but   what   about   you   ?   i   know   you   must   be   all   -   powerful   or   something   ,   but   .   .   .   do   you   miss   anyone   ? ❞

[anoffering-a]

the hawke estate, a beautiful building finally restored to what it once was following the rather forcible eviction of some slavers. at least that's what she'd heard. she'd barely seen the manor, and now she didn't want to leave it. not with this magnificent library. miriam searched far and wide for somewhere like this, somewhere she could learn in comfort and on the move. kirkwall was fascinating. lucien hawke was fascinating.

“ i can't believe this beautiful library was hidden away. i think i could spend all day in here if you'd let me. ” she looks up at him from the book she's reading, one about the amell family. leandra was an amell, she'd heard lucien's uncle mumble about it enough under his breath in order to know that. he looks comfortable — cozy in his robe, and looking like he couldn't belong anywhere else than here. “ do you spend much time here? ” she sets the book down, standing up and walking over to him. “ and no anders manifestos yet. but believe me, if i see them, they're gone. ” she can't stand the man — or his writing. “ why don't you come sit? i can put my book down for awhile. i like your company. ” did she say that? her cheeks flush red, and she turns back towards the chair she'd been sitting in. “ i've been reading about the amells. very interesting family. ” she says, internally grimacing. very cool, miriam. “ i think next i'll read one of the histories of orlais. every time i think i know all that there is to know about that place, there's more. ”

[wovetales]

it's   hard   not   to   smile   whenever   miriam   is   here   in   his   home   ,   brightening   up   the grand   space   with   her   brilliant   mind   &   cheery   disposition.   getting   the   amell   estate   back   had   been   more   for   his   mother   than   anything   ,   though   with   the   home   comes   the   titles   as   well ,   &   he   doesn't   feel   very   comfortable   being   known in kirkwall   as   a   noble.   where's   the   fighting   in   the   streets   ?   the   drunkards   ?   the   pick   pockets   who   dip   their   hands   into   your   pants   as   an   almost   semi   greeting   ?   lucian   is   glad   to   be   out   of   uncle   gamlen's   less than clean home   ,   but   there   are   things   about   lowtown   he   misses   &   he   definitely   does   not   feel   comfortable   in   hightown   just   yet.   all   in   all   ,   at   least   his   mother   seems   somewhat more comfortable   ,   even   if   she   still   seems   saddened   with   bethany's   absence.   he   knows   he   is   not   a   perfect   enough son   to   soothe   her   ache   ,   but   having   miriam   here   helps   ━━   he's   never   seen   his   mother   look   so   happy   to   have   a   guest.

lucian   laughs   as   miriam   fawns   over   the   library   he   now   owns.   she   really   does   look   as   though   she   belongs   here   ,   all   comfortable   on   the   chaise   with   tea   &   an   assorted   plate   of   breads   left   by   his   mother.   at   her   request   ,   he   sits   down   on   a   chair   nearby   &   sighs   a   bit   when   he   notices   the   amell   crest on the book she's reading through.   it's   funny   how   his   mother   was   ready   to   leave   this   part   of   her   behind   for   his   father   ,   but   now   she's   suddenly happy   to   be   back   home.   regardless   of   their   roots   ,   he   will   always   feel   like   a   hawke.   ❝   you   know   ,   i'd   rather   enjoy   it   if   you   did   spend   more   time   here.   you   &   aveline   are   probably   the   only   people   in   our   little   group   of   misfits   that   my   mother   can   tolerate.   ❞   it's   not   that   his   mother   dislikes   the   rest   of   his   friends   ,   but   they   are   difficult   to   endure   in   small   doses.   ❝   why   are   you   so   curious   about   my   family   past   ?   trying   to   find   some   juicy   blackmail   bits to use against me   ?   oh , do   tell   me   of   any   scandals   my   past   relatives   embarked   on   if   you   find   any.   perhaps   that   will   explain   my   less   than   noble   - like behavior   that   i   know   my   mother   cannot   stand.   ❞   he   smiles   ,   wishing   he   was   sitting   on   the   couch   miriam   was   on   ,   but   that   might   be   a   bit   too   bold of a move to make.   as   confident   as   he   is   ,   lucian   is   less   so   around   miriam   ━━   he   adores   her   deeply   ,   but   if   she   does   not   feel   the   same   ,   he   wouldn't   want   to   lose   her simply over an awkward encounter.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM "THE COSMIC SELECTOR VOL. 1" BY LORD HURON *  assorted lines from the 2025 album, adjust as necessary

with a little bit of luck, i'll find a place where i can stay forever.

i won't be found.

spent my whole life looking back and wondering who i was.

something changed the day you left, and i'll never know just what.

something tells me you and i will never meet again.

it didn't last long.

all i want is a noisy, crowded place where i can drink.

if i need a little money, i'll sell my soul.

nothing like rain to wash you clean.

i'd never seen a sky that pale at night.

should have known it wasn't right.

i can see you're doing just fine without me.

what did you say when you left?

i believed you'd never get far without me.

how wrong was i in the end?

my tale of woe continues.

it should have been you.

you were the only one i trusted.

let me see you one last time.

you can kiss my worthless ass goodbye.

i doubt that it's been nice to know me.

there's something not right about me.

i thought the darkness would pass.

life is a joke if you laugh.

this is how my story ends.

i'm stoned and broke and drunk again.

i'll be out there on my own.

i've got a feeling i just had to get away.

i left it all behind.

i got everything i want, and i got nothing that i need.

she made me wish that i had never let her go.

i fell in deep when you fell out of love with me.

just say the word, and i will change the life i lead.

i will push away the world just to keep you close to me.

you're the one i'll never get, and you're the one thing that i need.

i've been looking a long time.

what's your name?

am i ever gonna find you?

is there anybody out there?

we haven't met, but i wrote this song for you.

how the hell am i ever gonna find you?

my world has changed.

i drove like hell.

made me feel something i've never felt before, something between awestruck and horrified.

you don't remember what i said, but you'll remember what i did.

who laughs last?

i don't know if you care at all.

i'm just writing to say i'm alive.

i wanna feel like i did back then.

i wanna see my name in the lights again.

you got a lot to tell me, but i'd rather not know.

i was glad to see you, but it's better i go.

you didn't see me coming.

you took it all from me.

tell me when i can see you again.

i wanna quit you, but it's like a disease.

can you come over?

i'm waiting for you, baby.

i will always be in love with you.

why fight the flames?

one day you'll see you will always be a part of me.

it all comes back to you.

there's nothing to do. there's nowhere to go.

you played me a fool.

i'd rather die than lie to you.

i can't be sure, but i've seen this before.

i wondered where you came from.

take it and run away as far as you can go.

tell me i remind you of someone you used to know.

you seem sullen and far away.

your heart will break like mine.

grab the cigarettes. get a move on.

we better go.

nothing left to keep me here, so i'll be on my way.

i'll be strange 'til the day i die.

life is sad. so are you.

we can cry if you want to.

let's drink. here's to us.

i'll stay forever right here if you want me to.

life is strange. tell me why.

i'm a lost cause. so are you.

i can't change who i am.

is it true that you really don't dream anymore?

[wovetales]

okay . . . i'm cooking.

[thatonekimgirl]

This is a PEAK regency romance look.  🔥

[villiarty]

GOTHAM | 1.15 The Scarecrow

[warplanetarchived]

she noticed when he got up, and now eases through their bedroom to find @wovetales on the balcony, quiet and alone. his back is to her, his eyes on the city below. kida takes a few minutes to observe him, to stay silent, watching her husband as he rests against the pillar and peers out. what is on his mind? what troubles him? milo is not the type to leave their bed in the middle of the night. nightmares rarely find him. more often than not, he sleeps peacefully beside her, and the two wake at the first sign of light beyond their windows. they go for walks in the mist of waterfalls, check the welfare of their people, and eat breakfast in their usual spot by the palace doors. this is unusual for him — being out here, restless, unable to sleep. kida worries.

milo is quick to apologize for waking her. as he speaks, she slips up to him, standing alongside him at the pillar as he details the thoughts that pain him. oh. he's homesick. because kida has never left atlantis, she cannot fathom the feeling. what would it be like, stepping away from the only home she has ever known? it would be brutal. it would be like ripping her heart from her chest. maybe that's what he's experiencing, too. he's upset. he's craving the familiarity of home, missing his world, his people.

kida leans against the opposite pillar. she listens. milo cannot explain why he hurts so much for a home he didn't even like, but maybe that's an important point to make. it was still home. "i am sorry," she whispers. no one is nearby, but the queen still keeps her voice down. "it was very brave of you to stay here when your people returned to the surface. you gave up... everything you have ever known to remain here. that would make anyone sad." her eyes turn to the city, to the blue horizon against the hidden cave. "i wish there was something i could do to help ease your pain, milo. i wish i could remove the hurt from your head and your heart." she reaches out to grab his hand. "are you... having regrets?"

[wovetales]

how   milo   ever   won   the   heart   of   such   a   beautiful   woman   ,   he   will   never   know.   kida   is   kind   &   respectful   of   his   space   during   this   moment   ,   watching   him   with   a   thoughtful   &   non   -   judgemental   eye.   she   has   always   taken   his   thoughts   &   concerns   so   seriously   ,   never   one   to   tease   him   for   how   he   expresses   himself   or   shows   enthusiasm.   milo   has   never   once   had   to   tone   himself down   just   for   her   sake   ━━   kida   likes   him   for   who   he   is   ,   something   he   never   imagined   to   find   in   a   romantic   partner.   when   she   finally   does   reach   out   for   his   hand   ,   milo   happily   takes   it   ,   their   fingers   weaving   together   as   one   without   hesitation.   it's   when   she   asks   if   he   has   regrets   for   staying   here   in atlantis that   he   feels   a   sense   of   worry   suddenly   befall   him.   the   last   thing   he   wants   is   for   his   wife   to   think   he   regrets   staying   here   for   her   ,   as   that   couldn't   be   further   from   the   truth.   with   their   hands   joined   ,   milo   tugs   the   atlantean   queen   up   to   his   side   ,   his   arm   now   looping   around   her   ,   keeping   her   close.   ❝   no   no   no.   i   could   never   regret   that   ,   please   don't   think   i   do. ❞   as   if   to   reassure   her   ,   the linguist   offers   her   a   kiss   in   his   hastiness to prove his loyalty   ,   glasses   fogging   up   from   the   close   proximity   &   heat   ,   but   he   doesn't   care.   if   he   recalls   correctly   ,   kida   enjoyed   seeing   his   glasses   fog   up   this   way.   maybe   the   sight   will   make   her   smile.

milo   sighs as he pulls away   ,   a   small   glimpse   of   a   smile   forming.   hard   to   stay   sad   when   kissing   the   love   of   his   life   ,   but   there   still   remains   a   lingering   melancholy   in   his   heart   ,   but   it   will   heal   in   due   time.   one   hand   caresses   his   wife's   cheek   ,   admiring   the   way   she   looks   at   him   ,   the   love   in   her   eyes   .   .   .   he   could   never   find   that   anywhere   else.   ❝   staying   here   with   you   was   the   best   thing   that's   ever   happened   to   me   ,   ❞   he   offers   in   a   hushed   whisper   ,   leaning   in   to   kiss   her   forehead.   ❝   i'm   homesick   ,   but   it's   weird   since   i   never   really   liked   living   in   D.C.   it's   got   me   a   little   confused   &   it's   harder   for   me   to   process.   i   dunno.   maybe   it's   just   the   fact   that   i   miss   some   of   the   things   i   used   to   do   ,   but   then   i   remember   that   i   have   friends   &   a   sense   of   community   here.   a   beautiful   wife   ,   a   home   .   .   .   a   future.   ❞   another   kiss   ,   this   one   a   little   longer   than   even   he   anticipated   ,   parting   with   a   slight   heavy   breath.   kissing   kida   is   like   oxygen   ━━   a   necessity   for   survival.   ❝   somehow   ,   kissing   you   is   helping   me.   ❞   milo   chuckles   ,   their   foreheads   now   bumping   close.   ❝   maybe   that's   all   i   needed   .   .   .   just   you.   who   needs   dr.   sweet   cracking   my   back   when   i   can   just   have   you   every   second   of   the   day   ?   maybe   .   .   .   just   stay   here   with   me   for   a   bit   ?   you   always   make   me   feel   better   ,   kida.   you're   magic   in   the   way.   ❞

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˗ˏˋ     ʷᵒʳᵏˢʰᵒᵖˑ      with   lucian   hawke  ﹕   discretion   isn't   your   thing   ,   is   it   ?   featuring   @lyr1umgh0st   as   fenris.

❝   you   say   that   like   it's   a   bad   thing. ❞ okay   ,   well   .   .   .   in   the   case   of   trying   to   sneak   around   lowtown   &   sneak   up   on   the   gangs   that   prey   on   people   ?   yeah   ,   perhaps   it   is   bad.   but   hey   ,   they   managed   to   succeed   in   attacking   everyone   ,   right   ?   all   the   gang   members   lay   scattered   around   them   ,   the   people   they   were   harassing   free   to   run   home   &   live   to   see   another   day.   all   is   well   &   they   were   successful   in   their   venture.   sure   ,   they're   covered   in   blood   &   now   they're   getting   stares   ,   but   that's   what   happens   in   this   city   ,   right   ?   fenris'   comment   does   nothing   to   deter   him   ,   turning   to   look   at   the   handsome   elf   &   give   him   a   winning   grin   despite   it   all.   hawke   doesn't   necessarily   like   killing   ,   but   it's   warranted   when   said   targets   are   being   horrible   to   innocents.

❝   would   you   have   me   change   at   all   ,   fenris   ?   i   thought   you   rather   liked   my   approach   to   most   situations.   ❞   minus   the   mage   related things   ,   but   that's   to   be   expected.   won't   go   there   ,   not   when   he's   trying   to   impress   him.   ❝   you're   welcome   to   lead   the   charge   next   time   we   come   across   another   hoard   of   enemies.   actually   ,   i   think   i'd   rather   like   that.   i   could   watch   your   back   .   .   .   that   is   ,   if   that's   something   you'd   want.   ❞   hawke   fights   back   a   wink   ,   but   damn   ,   if   it   wasn't   all   too   tempting   to   do   it.   if   he   did   ,   aveline   no   doubt   would   deck   him   right   then   &   there.   buzzkill   she   is.

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" you and solas, eh? all that worldly wonder and exploring and you pick the chattering elf. typical shite. you twang each other's ears when no one's looking? bet he likes it when you do it, inky. use your beachy hand to make him feel full of something other than himself." /from sera (im sorry 🤣)

lanaya stares at sera with a blank look on her face. half the time, she had no idea what was coming out of sera's mouth, other times she didn't want to. right now, lanaya wished she didn't understand what sera was saying. " sera, mythal'enaste, stop, " sera was great company at times, she treated lanaya like a person instead of someone to be worshipped, she was funny, and sometimes lanaya really felt she could call sera her friend, which was rare.

" what are you? jealous? i didn't think we hit it off that much ... but i understand your frustrations, i'm deeply sorry, i'm sure this is very difficult for you to process, " lanaya smirks.

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eugh.   there   she   goes   ,   being   all   elfy   again.   normally   the   use   of   the   dalish   language   would   make   the   archer   a   little   queasy   ,   but   her   smile   is   instead wolf   - like   when   she   notes   the   inquisitor's   uneasiness   at   her   words.   good   ,   she   thinks   ,   it   means   the   comment   got   to   her.   lanaya   is   alright   ━━   maybe   a   bit   too   elfy at times for sera's liking   ,   but   at   least   she's   not   a   stuffed   shirt   like   solas.   still   ,   it   does   make   sera   wonder   how   someone   like   the   inquisitor   could   ever   accept   what   solas   is   constantly   spewing.   he's   so   full   of   himself   &   elven   glory   that   it   makes   sera   wonder   if   he   ever   considered   other   people.   not   that   she   ever   thought   that   deeply   about   all   this   ━━   its   just   two   elves   falling   into   bed   together   yet   again.   predictable   .   .   .   maybe   disappointing   a   bit   ,   if   only   because   she   thought   lanaya   was   different.

laughter   rolls   off   her   tongue   as   the   inquisitor   attempts   to   get   her   back   with   a   jab.   words   words   words.   doesn't   hit   quite   so   well   when   she's   so   self   assured   ,   not   quite   like   their   arrows   or   whatever.   then   that   would   hurt.   ❝   you   taking   the   piss   ?   you're   right   fit   &   all   that   inky   ,   but   too   elfy   for   my   tastes.   ol'   bald magey arsehole can   have   you   if   he   wants.   ❞   more   giggling followed by kissing noises   ,   unable   to   help   herself.   ❝   it's   just   so   boring   ,   right   ?   elf   chooses   the   elf   ,   even   with   all   these   people   you meet in all your inquisiting.   i   mean   ,   you're   the   herald   thingy   ━━   you   could   have   anyone.   not   me   ,   i   don't   want   you   in   my   bed   ,   but   .   .   .   i   just   don't   know   why   you   choose   him.   he's   so   .   .   .   eughh.   ❞   sera   makes   a   face   ,   unable   to   properly   convey   her   feelings   toward solas besides   sticking   out   her   tongue   &   making   a   choking   like   sound like she's actively dying. dramatic , but it works.

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if ever i'm not here , i'm usually hanging on my main blog @greenelight so if u wanna follow a dorky cute theatre oc , i will happily offer him to you :)

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declan   does   his   best   to   know   all   of   the   members   of   the   inquisition   ,   though   it   has   gotten   a   lot   harder   with   how   quickly   their   numbers   have   grown.   the   move   to   skyhold   has   been   a   slight   blessing   in   disguise   ,   as   they   can   now have   a   bigger   space   to   hold   all   their   allies   ,   in   addition   to   a   space   for   their   armies   ,   horses   &   even   those   seeking   asylum   &   protection.   the   herald's   rest   is   a   brand new & lively   tavern   where   he   often   finds   himself   in   the   company   of   many   of   his   own   companions   &   other   members   of   the   inqusition   who   keep   them   aloat.   its   funny   ━━   when   declan   lived   with   his   clan   ,   he   was   so   often   always   alone   &   left   to   do   his   own   things.   now   here   he   is   ,   surrounded   by   so   many   ,   approaching   someone   at   a   table   without   much   hesitation.   how   times   have   changed.

this   man   .   .   .   he   knows   of   him   a   bit.   leliana   mentioned   having   met   him   many   years   ago   ,   but   didn't   delve   too   much   into   the   details.   smiling   ,   the   herald   sits   himself   across   from   the   stranger   ,   hoping   his   presence   isn't   too   daunting   or   unwelcome.   ❝   it   seems   i   have   failed   my duty to   know   everyone   here   at   skyhold.   ❞   awkwardness   in   conversation   has   been   a   challenge   for   the   newly   made   herald   ,   but   he's   slowly   conquering   it   one   day   at   a   time. admittedly , small   talk   in   general   is   still   not   his   strongest   suit.   ❝   my   spymaster   says   she   knows   you.   she   spoke   highly   of   your   abilities   ,   so   clearly   you   are   very   talented.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗˢˑ      with   declan   lavellan  ﹕   featuring   @erebius   as   rook   victor   conley.