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hewasonceagoodman:

    @schwarzcrfuchs  //From X//

     ( ☩ ) “Like hell that is.”

  Samson growls, sheathing his weapon before coming to Remi’s side.  He  wasn’t stupid and could easily tell that the rogue needs some kind of attention. Medical attention.  He wasn’t going to let Remi bleed out here.  Nor was  Samson even thinking about how his body would look.  That wasn’t even something that crossed his mind.    

  Kind of unsure of where to put his hands for a moment, Samson finally  presses his hand to the injury.  It’s soaking wet, making the ex-templar more worried, thought he tells himself it could still be superficial.  Sometimes those bleed the worst.  

    “We need to get ya to a healer. Or somewhere.  Otherwise yer goin’ to bleed out ‘nd I won’t let that happen.” 

  Firmly, not wanting to spook him further but knowing this needs to be  dealt with, Samson takes Remi’s arm.  There’s a couple “healers” he could take to him in Lowtown.          

while it didn’t cross samson’s mind remi could not keep himself from being worried. too many secrets edged and burned and beaten into his skin. and he wasn’t ready to share it all. he never was ready, at least not if you asked him.

his own hand pressing against the wound was joined by sam’s and he winced slightly. 

          ❝ please... sam...no healer... especially no magic... it’s okay...  ❞

he whines now, there is no room for pride when fear was taking over.  when his arm was raised he winced again, but pushed himself on shaking legs while he bit down on his teeth, attempting to prove that he could walk, that he was okay.

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kisses his cheek.

    “I want kisses.”

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In every verse, Remi will always have been in love with Karolis for around 20 years. he’ll always mention him sooner or later. It doesn’t mean he’ll be his only love forever, but he was the first.

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“Why a Fox?”

          ❝ wolves and crows were already taken by a bunch of legends              and I wanted to create a new brand… ❞

the words were spoken deadpan, but fast a small grin curved his lips and he shrugged.

          ❝ I had the mask laying around and went to bother duke de              chevin wearing it a few times. he ended up looking for              “that cunning fox” and I decided to roll with it.  ❞

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hewasonceagoodman:

     ( ☩ ) “I’ve never had Orlesian bread so  I wouldn’t know. Probably to fancy for me.”

  Samson doesn’t mean for his comment to sound snarky, it was just meant to inform Remi had no point of reference.  Assumed that it was probably fancy like the rest of Orlesian culture.  Not that he knew much about it in the first place.  Had only met a few people from the country and it wasn’t like they were visiting Lowtown.  Remi was an expection, something Samson was happy for.

  He happily takes the bread, enjoying the smell.  It reminded him of a simpler  time.  Back when the Chantry mothers would take care of him.  When they  would sneak out of their rooms at night to watch the stars.  They would  make up stories about the constellations, and he knew some of the “official”  ones too.  He wonders if Remi would be interested in those.

  Continuing their walk, he leads him to a large rock formation.  It’s not  difficult to climb and it’s mostly flat on top, easy to lay down.

    “It’s nice to get out ‘nd get some fresh  air, eh? We won’t have to wait long for it to get dark either.”

          ❝ it’s not fancy at all... ❞

remi replied with a chuckle, wondering how the man imagined orlais. maybe gold wrapped around every bread? gemstones in every soup? he’d ask at another time.

he follows samson, mainly in silence as the e-templar seemed to be in thoughts and remi didn’t mind silence either. he enjoyed it instead.

climbing was one of his specialities, so he had no problems to get on top of the rocks and lay down. listening to the faint waves and closing his eyes for a moment.

          ❝ this is a good place...  thank you... ❞

the words were spoken softly before he opened his eyes again, head turning to look at samson.

          ❝ it is... it’s even nicer to not be alone out here. ❞

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harvest moon/rune factory inspired meme

    copy&paste if you want

BIRTHDAY: 4th of july LOVED GIFTS: one of his 10 lost rings, pretty daggers, self-made things LIKED GIFTS: baguette, flowers,  DISLIKED GIFTS: things clearly taken from the dalish

💔💔 dislike 💔💔

❝ oh please stay and give me more reason to kill you~ ❞

♡♡  strangers ♡♡

❝ a pleasure to meet you...  I hope ❞

💜💜  acquaintances 💜💜

❝ you are passing by quite often, is there something you want? ❞

💙💙  friends 💙💙

❝ always a pleasure to see you. ❞

💚💚 best friends 💚💚

❝ to see you always brightens my day! ❞

💛💛  crush 💛💛

❝ uhm... bonjour......... ❞

💗💗 untold love 💗💗

❝ whenever you come here I just hope you’d stay longer... ❞ 

💖💖  in love 💖💖

❝ mhm, je t'aime, mon coeur ❞

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tbh he actually wasn’t “frozen” those 40 years, remi was just stuck in the fade. he actually could walk around and all that but… it was a bit too much on his mind. time flows differently there anyway… and he can’t remember… but yeah sometimes I wonder if something like… stuck to him lol . also the magisters that captured him before cut a lot of magical symbols into his skin. at the time he thought it was just some torture again, but int he end that might have set off the “trap”

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eliiiise why do fic writers think "mon cher" is the only french endearment ça me derange, quoi, literally no one says that unless you want to be a sarcastic little shit

This is very true but FEAR NOT non-francophones peeps, cause here’s a guide :

First of, let’s talk about “Mon cher/ma chère” : This is very old-fashioned. Like… 80s fashion old-fashioned. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that pet name being given in real like if not a) sarcastically (think sarcastic “darling”) or b) canon era movies. Plus it’s not really a lover’s pet name, it’s an endearment for sure, but more for friends (”Elémentaire, mon cher Watson” kind of thing)

Really great pet names :

Mon chéri (m) / Ma chérie (f) : pretty old-fashioned too, really great for canon era. Literally means “my cherished”. Still used today but very “adult”

Mon coeur (gend n.) : My heart, “sweetheart”

Mon amour (gend n.) : My love

Mon ange (gend n.) : My angel

Mon trésor (gend n.) : “My treasure” also great endearing term for kids

Chaton (gend n. though debatably f.) : Kitten

Doudou (gend n. though debatably m.) : Literally means “soft toy” or “plushie”

Ma puce (f) : “My flea” but I swear it’s cute

Bébé (gend n.) : “Baby” if that floats your boat

Poussin (gend n. though debatably m.) : Duckling / Chick (as in baby chicken)

(Mon) Loulou (m.) : I guess that comes from “loup” aka wolf????

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❝ ... ❞

❝ ...you are horrible. ❞

schwarzcrfuchs replied to your post “    “Remi should crush me with those heels.””

death by boyfriends heels

     “Want me to get kinkier?”

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Letting others use your kindness is another method of self harm

Viola CN (via fallense)

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okay but wishlist, a character ending up entering remi’s nghtmares and trying to help them out of it. nightmare aka he again is in the prison of duke chevin. would be hella dark. and work with barely any muse but u know,

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remi likes wearing heels, cause that was french male fashion too...

. also makes him look taller... 

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A book of superstitions. Several of the pages have been bookmarked:

How to Prevent Magic Formation in the Earliest Stages

Should mage blood run through your line, no matter how distant the relation, avoid conceiving in winter. While with child, sleep with dried embrium beneath your pillow to ensure good health.

Infants and most small children will show no signs of magic. However, you can purge the body of unwanted elements before they take hold. Place leeches on each of the child's limbs. When done, burn the leeches. Be sure not to inhale the smoke. Afterwards, wrap the child's limbs in cloth blessed by a Chantrysister.

A child showing signs of magic may be submerged in water until the breath is nearly lost. If magic is still weak within them, it will die before the child. Should the trouble persist beyond reason, certain talismans may suppress the child's skill.

                                          - Codex Entry: Superstitions;                                               Inside the Chateau d'Onterre in the Emerald Graves

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‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’ ||hewasonceagoodman||

hurt prompts || accepting

his breath was ragged and heavy, blood covering his face as much as dampen his black clothes and the glove that pressed against his side. he pushes himself more against the wall behind him, away from samson that offered a helping hand. eyes pressing together, just like his lips and shaking his head.

          ❝ no… it’s okay… it’s just… a scratch. ❞

he said, opening his eyes again, head resting against the wall behind him. really, his main issue was that he didn’t want to take off his coat or pull his shirt up. he didn’t want samson to see how most of his body looked, covered in horrible scars of all kinds. no, no he didn’t want anyone to see that.

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Blood

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’