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due to a severe lack of muse for a good number of the characters here, consider this blog on an INDEFINITE HIATUS! speaking of, thayne will be moved to a new blog in the very near future!  y’all can always catch me at my other blogs, @quarrclsome + @inncminate​!

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𝐋𝐄𝐄.

                ❝ ela, why do you … wear like THAT ? ❞ ╱ @grandilcquently bully asri hours

         “ like what? i  𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 like any sensible person would, if they had the gall. ”

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@guiltsworn​ is in for a ride!

         with a dull thud, malthos slaps a velvet pouch on the table in front of vic. he slides into his seat easily following the item, resting his chin on the base of his palm, elbows propped up on the rickety wood. mischief abound in his red eyes——never a good sign——he waits only for a beat before speaking.

        " whatever you're doing, stop, "  he says, tail flicking into view to point in vic’s direction.  " i'm reading your fortune. right now. no objections! "

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And who would I tell?

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dwærvëñ brüēw

dwarven u say?

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You know perfectly well that I do not believe that marriage should be driven by thoughts of money.

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❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜ 👀👀👀 asrela 👀👀👀

they’re trying / SOFT CARING SENTENCES

         there’s a smirk, one that’s barely there, floating upon their lips. what was this? the pretty lady asking something of sweet, starry-eyed asrela? they couldn’t believe it; &. a fledgling moment passed that they considered trickery as the fuel for her words. resolve, it seemed, was also not a strong suit of this individual——as any predisposed apprehension melted away when they were reminded of just how much they liked her company.

        “ darling, ”  they extend a hand with a twirled flourish, dipping into a half bow in quite the theatrical spectacle. voice a drawl, they looked up to her, red eyes flickering over her features once, twice, thrice; &. before finally falling onto her own, simper lingering. it was a playful expression, one that didn’t often leave their face, a spark of mischief dancing to quirk a brow.  “ i wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else than here. ”

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Sally sells #murder tw by the sea shore.

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YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM WHO YOU ARE.

an indie, selective original character penned by kellin! including verses in the elder scrolls, tolkien, dragon age &&. warcraft. ( temp. )

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❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜ you KNOW this shits @ iveanis

ouch / soft caring sentences

         a dainty, cold hand, still shaking from tears snaked its way underneath vic’s; turning slowly to take a hold of one. it was grounding, to feel another, when there was nothing to be felt within oneself. iveanis’ chest was tight, yet hollow, as his brows furrowed to the sound of his lover’s words. there was a breath sucked between his teeth, sharp, that caught in his throat before it could form words to respond in kind.

                                                     smile? how could he?

        the voice of the high keeper boomed over the echo of vic; HARELLAN. harellan, fen'harel; the phantom pain of the anchor burned where it had been before &. he winced. there was a distinct instinct in the pit of his hollow chest that told him vic was wrong, that the last thing iveanis deserved was to SMILE. it was a simple gesture, &. one that came to him so often before. why couldn’t he? was it his own volition holding him back from a step toward happiness? or was it the sheer will of his own mistakes, keeping him from doing so?

        after a long moment, he finally speaks, the inflection pouring from his lips before he can think to structure them better. the walls built in the instant he had been turned away at the gates of revhenas cracked, &. only a trickle of what lied behind them came through.  “ i don’t know if i can. ”  iveanis murmurs, hand clutching onto vic’s tighter, eyes glued to the wood of his desk in SHAME.

        his burden was so great; how could he dare to share it with another? the hollowness became heavy, &. another bout of tears began to fall in rivulets down his cheeks.

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         " you're a right bastard! "  nathaniel calls from the other side of the training pit, as if it were fact. maybe, just maybe it was; but he didn't mean it, not entirely. he was thoroughly exhausted, as they had just reached the end of their third ( or fourth, he couldn't keep count ) sparring duel——of which, he had won none. chest heaving, flipping his mediocre-balanced sword in hand, his words were a taunt, a feeble attempt at keeping what was left of his dignity for the day together.

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         gripping to the leather bindings of the staff as if his life depended on it, iveanis looked at the woman with wide eyes; terror &. curiosity wrapped up into what most likely looked quite comical to anyone looking in. he hadn't expected ANYONE to speak to them other than the inquisition's agents that were already peppered throughout the hinterlands—let alone someone so bold. there was a smile that came only a second later, strained, and quite reflective of his nerves.

        combat was entirely new to him. he remembered, vaguely, the first time he'd been given a staff after coming to consciousness in the aftermath of the conclave; &. he remembered the absolutely flabbergasted look on his companions’ faces at learning he didn't know HOW to use a staff. that had changed, of course, as some mages within haven were more than eager to ensure a fledgling magic user was using magic properly—but that didn't prepare him to see this carnage. demons were one thing, but people, slaying other people so needlessly? it shook a tremor down to the elf's very core, &. now, he struggled to find the words to say.

        " i——no. not chantry, "  he shakes his head minutely, knuckles white from holding on so tightly to his new weapon.  " inquisition. we're here to help. "  how astute, he thinks to himself, as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other; idly eyeing her bow.  " ariana, you said? it's——it's good to meet you. do you... have you fought here, before? "

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soft caring sentence compilation

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ 

❛❛ Please just… just hold me. ❜❜ 

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜ 

❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you don’t like hugs, but… I could really use one right now… ❜❜

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

❛❛ Let me hold you for a while. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜

❛❛ Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. C’mon, come sit under the blanket with me. ❜❜

❛❛ All I want to do is sit and eat cookies and watch cheesy romcoms right now. But I’d love some company. ❜❜

❛❛ I brought blankets, takeout, and your favourite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help. ❜❜

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜

❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜

❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜

❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜

❛❛ wait , did you just say you love me? ❜❜

❛❛ i’m so happy! ❜❜

❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜

❛❛ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! ❜❜

❛❛ i love you. ❜❜

❛❛ wow … your smile is breathtaking. ❜❜

❛❛ let me take you out on a date. ❜❜

❛❛ so what will it be tonight? ❜❜

❛❛ you know , you’re really cute. ❜❜

❛❛ shh … don’t cry. ❜❜

❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? ❜❜ 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

❝  i like seeing you smile.  ❞

❝  you’re so beautiful.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ❞

❝  i miss/missed you.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

❝  i’m on your side  ❞

❝  i’ve got your back, okay?  ❞ 

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        hands shaking, asrela went against every fiber of their being screaming at them not to do this. it'll prove you're not ready, that little voice at the back of their head murmured, which they ignored——when didn't they? taking a deep breath, they held the gilded mirror between thumb and forefinger, mana slipping in to the device &. energizing it.

        " mother? mother, if you're there, don't—don't say, ' i told you so, ' okay? i know i said i wouldn't use this thing unless something was horribly wrong, but—i'm—i'm right on the edge of mortified, and i don't know what to do about it. "

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        the throne of insanity was horribly uncomfortable; though, malthos supposed, that was to be ascertained by its name. souls upon souls were before him, a mountain of those forsaken by the dual judgement of maedes &. faust, who now had to go through him. most of them, as per usual, weren't meant to be there—and could have easily ascended to the high gardens if faust weren't so damn stubborn and didn’t enjoy wasting malthos' time. that, however, was something the god of chaos had an abundance of within his own realm, and for that; he could not complain.

        waving a hand with a derisive air to move the soul before him on, malthos idly wondered what had been truly causing so much error, as of late. when did faust get such a moral compass, that he would send folk with petty crimes upon their conscious to the realm meant for those insane? the thought, however, was cut short, as his ever perceptive ears caught footsteps making their way toward him. he knew that gait——who else would be so bold to interrupt a GOD in his biddings?

        " my love, "  malthos chimed, before she even reached him. his tone wasn’t anywhere near annoyed or upset; rather, quite playful, despite the circumstance.  " you'd best have something ground-shattering to tell me and the souls of the damned, this time around. "