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She paid less attention to the words coming out of his mouth and more to the way the blade sat in his hand. “You know,” she mused, “I might’ve had a chance to learn this once, but they got rid of weapons training not long after I came to the Circle. Turned the entire floor we used to use for it into Templar quarters.” Once she had committed his stance to memory, she held her hand out to take the sword. “I guess they didn’t want mages learning how to avoid being stabbed by their swords.”

Just as she was about to retrieve the blade, she heard a poorly-hidden snort. Looking up, she found its source. “…You don’t say,” she deadpanned. “Come over here then and actually show me how to hold the bloody thing, if you’re so smart.” She lifted it pommel-first toward him - at least she remembered that bit, or else she might have accidentally poked him ith the stabby end. 

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She gives him an equally quizzical look. “Well, I could start with the fact that this cold could kill you. Trust me, it’s not a pleasant way to go.” Indeed, the wind was picking up, and it had even the Warden starting to shiver.

The pelt is unrolled and offered to him once more. “Besides, isn’t it warmer up north?” 

“Hey Zev, you look like you could use this.” 

She holds up the pelt from a rather large wolf.

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“Hey Zev, you look like you could use this.” 

She holds up the pelt from a rather large wolf.

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Just as she was about to retrieve the blade, she heard a poorly-hidden snort. Looking up, she found its source. “...You don’t say,” she deadpanned. “Come over here then and actually show me how to hold the bloody thing, if you’re so smart.” She lifted it pommel-first toward him - at least she remembered that bit, or else she might have accidentally poked him ith the stabby end. 

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The Warden holds a short sword out at her side, attempting to balance her stance. She gives it one swing, then another, and–

The sword flew out of her hand a few feet before embedding in the dirt at an angle.

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The Warden holds a short sword out at her side, attempting to balance her stance. She gives it one swing, then another, and--

The sword flew out of her hand a few feet before embedding in the dirt at an angle.

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She can’t help but giggle, just a bit. “Oh, that’s just adorable. You even drew in the way his ear flops.”

Albine offers Alistair a random little drawing of a griffon.

+ 10Mood: Aww

He grins as he accepts it, before he looks distracted. He holds one finger up in a ‘one moment’ gesture and fetches his journal, tugging a page out of it. When he presents the page to her with a playful flourish, it’s a loose sketch of Cailan toting a stick along in his mouth.

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Ain't nothing wrong with chubby stomachs.

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if your muse has trust & abandonment issues clap your hands

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A full minute of silence passed between them before she forced herself to look at him. She sank onto the stump nearby, arms pressed against her knees.

“…You were right. You had every right to be angry with me.” The words came out of her like rapidly-loaded arrow shots. “The real reason was…” Her voice became tinny and hollow. “I didn’t want to come back here. The only reason Jowan was able to do what he did was…” Her expression hardened for a moment, but quickly broke. “I helped him escape. I…didn’t want to face Irving and the Knight-Commander again.”

Her posture stiffened between breaths, as if to keep him from interrupting her. “…Besides…we could’ve posted someone here to contain the demon. We could have avoided all of that…but…” Her jaw visibly squared, and she squinted at him.

Inner Demons

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The normally talkative Warden had barely spoken a word since they left the Tower. She seemed to have hardly done much besides stare at its visage looming over the lake.

She didn’t want to come back here. She had been trying to put it off as long as possible.

That was the original reason why she made the decision she made at Redcliffe. She had only been stubbornly reluctant to admit it to herself. She was stubbornly reluctant to admit to herself any idea that she was motivated by self-interest - or worse:

Cowardice. 

That was the other reason. It was also the reason that, when the one who had been her closest ally had dared to challenge her, she verbally beat him down and even demonized him. She had been acting like little more than a scared, irrational child. 

They had agreed to move past the matter, but it still stuck in her awareness like a thorn trapped in the sole of her boot.

Her gaze pulled away from the bank and across the fire, past which she could see the red tint of Alistair’s armor. Picking herself up along with the lead in her gut, she crossed the camp until they were face to face.

“…Alistair.”

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headcanon that most Circle Mages are nearsighted

sight is adaptive. the human body adjusts to what you use it for and that includes your eyes, especially in the formative period of childhood. If most Circle mages spend their childhoods and adolescence and even much of their adulthood not exposed to any view distances farther than the opposite wall, then their eyes would adapt accordingly. 

(anders may be an exception to this, since he came to the Circle so late and spent more time out of it than many)

and remember, the Tower doesn’t seem to even have windows

so yes, your Mage Trev or Warden Amell or Surana has a greater-than-statistically-average chance of being blind as a bat to anything more than ten feet away!

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Inner Demons

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The normally talkative Warden had barely spoken a word since they left the Tower. She seemed to have hardly done much besides stare at its visage looming over the lake.

She didn’t want to come back here. She had been trying to put it off as long as possible.

That was the original reason why she made the decision she made at Redcliffe. She had only been stubbornly reluctant to admit it to herself. She was stubbornly reluctant to admit to herself any idea that she was motivated by self-interest - or worse:

Cowardice. 

That was the other reason. It was also the reason that, when the one who had been her closest ally had dared to challenge her, she verbally beat him down and even demonized him. She had been acting like little more than a scared, irrational child. 

They had agreed to move past the matter, but it still stuck in her awareness like a thorn trapped in the sole of her boot.

Her gaze pulled away from the bank and across the fire, past which she could see the red tint of Alistair’s armor. Picking herself up along with the lead in her gut, she crossed the camp until they were face to face.

“...Alistair.”

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It’s funny that we think of libraries as quiet, demure places where we are shushed by dusty, bun-balancing, bespectacled women. The truth is libraries are raucous clubhouses for free speech, controversy, and community. Librarians have stood up to the Patriot Act, sat down with noisy toddlers, and reached out to illiterate adults. Libraries can never be shushed.

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She responded with a rather playful nudge. “How anyone could not like you is beyond me.” Truthfully, Alistair was the closest thing she had to a family. She had already had nightmares of the Taint consuming him.

“...You and That Look...” she deadpanned.

Her mind wandered a bit back to the mental image of Zevran trying to get a laugh at Alistair’s expense. “...Zev would be a tricky bastard about it too. He knows his spiders, which ones are poisonous and not. You don’t seem to know that much, so any spider could well make you piss yourself while he’s off behind a bush laughing his ears off because it’s actually totally harmless.” Her musings came to a head. “He wouldn’t actually kill you though, because he knows I’d wrap my hands around that slender neck of his if he tried.” 

{Albine} - brush meme - "Hey Alistair, hold on a second." She reaches up and flicks her fingers against the hair on the back of his head a few times. "Alright, you're good."

Despite the insistence that he was good, Alistair still reached back to run his fingers over his head, just in case. “What was it?” he wondered, peering over his shoulder at her.

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It was entirely understandable, the way Alistair said he reacted to Eamon’s visitations. He was just a boy at the time, after all.

“You were young,” she observed, eyes still trained on the amulet’s chain. “You must’ve thought he had abandoned you...betrayed you, even.” That word always tasted like venom on her tongue - it reminded her of the First Enchanter, who, in her eyes, trulydid betray her.

“...You know, we should get back to camp,” she suggested, “It looks like it’s gonna storm soon.”

Seeing a smile on her senior Warden’s face again was more than worth bringing up the amulet. She mirrored the expression as she placed the amulet in his hand, carefully positioned so the chain would catch on his thumb just in case either of their grasps slipped. 

Once it rested in his palm, she squinted at what looked to be marks of repair. “…It looks like he actually tried to fix it.“ Her eyes rose back up to meet his, but she was still squinting hard, as if trying harder to see. “You know, he might actually have cared about you more than you thought.”

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A rather amusing but also mildly scary thought followed. “...She can shapeshift, you know...but I doubt she’s foolhardy enough to actually try that. Not to mention I doubt she’s wild about being that close to you.”

“Zev, on the other hand...Would not put it past him to be the one who sticks the spider there and waits for you to notice.”

{Albine} - brush meme - "Hey Alistair, hold on a second." She reaches up and flicks her fingers against the hair on the back of his head a few times. "Alright, you're good."

Despite the insistence that he was good, Alistair still reached back to run his fingers over his head, just in case. “What was it?” he wondered, peering over his shoulder at her.

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There was that damn face again. And that damn tone in his voice.

She looked at him with that purse in her lips that meant “Curses, foiled again.”

“I’m onto you.” A light poke to his chainmail. “I’m so onto you. I’m onto you like...like...”

“Like fleas on a Mabari.”

albine - "Oh no, you're cute."

There is a moment of confusion, brows furrowed and head cocked to one side. Eventually, he offers a not-very apologetic, “Sorry?” and shrugs, his palms facing upwards. “I can’t really help it.”