#||their wills were ever bent on waiting with all their might|| (canon: Rathlein Ciriane)

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Thinking about Rathlein as the Warden contact is so goddamn funny because in the fade he’d hear Hawke say “I should stay behind” and with their whole chest would say “Absolutely you should.”

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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE  LOVED?

Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth

You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure youre doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totslly shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

TAGGED BY: @warwaged TAGGING: @cheatdeaths, @hvadeina (Jane), @theharellan, @hopewrought, @andrasteschosenfew (Cassandra), @chanticle (Cian), @asterfed​ (Noctis) & you!

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Some young & rambuncious lads for @rcgueprince

Idle hands worked over the simple hem of Sebastian’s sleeve, and finally the night air was cooling into something palpable to Rathlein’s skin. He had experienced hotter summers under the unforgiving sun in Hossberg, but there was something about living in a true city that made the heat truly the worst.

Then again the young Prince Vael had been showing him a good time and most of the heat could have been the wine or good company.

Now, much to the chagrin to the royal family Rathlein is sure, they lay in garden, a whole night sky with countless stars and neither moon in the sky. They are head to head to head, and he can feel Sebastian turn to speak against his ear with a laugh already bubbling past his lips that smells like honey wine and sounds like a voice Rathlein could lose himself in if he was a slightly worse man than he is.

“Do you—” Sebastian snorts a little, making Rathlein’s resolve break with a lazy laugh of his own. The Warden readjusts, giving himself some space to look at Sebastian as he speaks, “Do you think my father or mother will kick you out?”

There was only a beat of consideration: “Oh surely they’re considering it this instant?” Rathlein would be offended otherwise. He’s been a menace upon the good graces of Starkhaven, and perhaps many years from now he will resent the boy he was, but the city had felt like home to him. Rathlein’s fingers found Sebastian’s wrist, gently looping his pointer a thumb around it for a moment before his thumb smoothed over the jutting bone of the ulna and across the soft soft skin of his inner wrist. “I haven’t be a fantastic influence, but I am sure that they won’t send me on my way until after the tourney” He notes. It’s part of why he was here. He turned his gaze from the curious circles his thumb dragged over Sebastian’s skin and pulled away slowly.

“Do you know when they intend to send you away?” He ventured, head falling to press his brow against Sebastians’ shoulder. It was funny enough imagery to imagine this man as a pious brother, cloistered away, and stern. “Brother Sebastian Vael—” Rathlein made a dramatic face, sticking his tongue out a little at the phrase. He hooked his thumb lazy with Sebastian’s after a long moments pause, revealing his hidden gaze from the warmth of the man’s shoulder with a soft and sad sigh.

“I will write you... if you so wish me to.” It’s whispered, so that if the other wished to ignore it, it could be buried with the rest of this if the other so wish. “You’d do that for me?” there was an edge of wonder to Sebastian’s voice that sent electricity down Rathlein’s spine, and he watched the archer sit up and plant his hands on either side of his head. There was, of course, something intimidating about the son of one of the oldest and most powerful families in the Free Marches hovering above him, but Rathlein nodded calmly all the same. “Of course” his voice hung in the air with the crickets and sleeping sounds of the keep around them.

Rathlein’s fingers sought out the hem of Sebastian’s sleeve once more as he laid back down in the grass, sparring them both the seeking touch of the other’s heartbeat.

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Everyone’s asleep I get to post about the height of my ocs with no commentary

Jenny: 5′5″ Shep: 6′1″ Visus: 6′ Rath: 5′11″ Henrik: 6′2″ Rim: 5′10″

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what is your primary feeling in longing?

heavy

In longing, you feel heavy. Your desire feels like a burden you've been carrying for too long. Your heart is a large weight in your chest, so heavy it brings down your shoulders and puts a bend in your back. You feel like if you were thrown into water, the weight of it would drag you straight to the bottom. It's as if no matter what you do, you just can't shake it or let it go. When you let yourself feel it, it's almost suffocating, you're drowning in desire, quietly. You unfocus your eyes and breathe out until the stream of air thins, a pang in your chest follows. The next breath is a sigh. You've been so patient, you feel you deserve *something*. Your yearning pulls and pulls at you but you've tried everything, nothing left to do but wait. Once you've accepted this, you push the thoughts away, but the weight is still there. Sometimes you convince yourself you don't even want what you desire anymore, you just want the weight lifted. But something says don't give up. You're too deep in love. Be strong my dear, stay determined.

Tagged by: no one, i just want everyone to suffer w/ me

Tagging: @ysenias​, @hvadeina​ (jane)​, @ofrevas​, @ourdawncomes​ (Thora), @asteeledheart​

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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙾𝚉𝙸𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴   ?

                                                      TAKE ME TO CHURCH Love to you is worship. Cherishing your lover and being cherished by your lover. The kind of love where every moment is rich with thankfulness for being able to spend it with them. You are fully aware how lucky you are to share your life together. And boy, are you. They are intoxicating and alluring and utterly divine. You are fully dedicated to each other, and you each adore every piece of this other person, good or bad. It’s also a little rebellious, this love. It can become you and your lover against the world. The world out there is harsh sometimes, but when you two are alone together, you are divine.

TAGGED .   yoinked from @rcadia​ TAGGING .     @higheversworn @cheatdeaths @hvadeina (Jane) @dianorshit​ @faeblyd​ (carver)

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I feel like this has been more or less confirmed by dialogue/stuff in-game, but for my blog and Wardens:

I personal headcanon is that Wardens can kinda... sense one another? Given the fact that the Warden’s “Final Gift” is that Darkspawn cannot tell them apart from the rest of the Darkspawn hoard and that they can feel the archdemon, that feeling goes the other way too.

They can feel their Warden brothers and sisters in a crowd, more akin to the hair on the back of one’s neck raising rather than a deep psychic connection. It’s just another sense that they gain upon taking the Joining.

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𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋:

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3 am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colors.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄:

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colors.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @ysenias​ :’) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @afraidofchange​ (Cassandra), @mahariele​, @blightmantra​ (Evee), @throatkissed​ (Corvo), @hawkeyde​, @chmpn​, @dragonversed​ (Zevran)

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rathlein is a companion for completely selfish reasons including:

Getting to kill an archdemon, maybe

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If Rathlein was the warden contact he would.... simply let Hawke stay in the fade if they want to so badly.

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           𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔? ( quiz link here. )

THE HIEROPHANT —— The plan is perfect in every way. Everyone where they need to be, at exactly the right moment, with exactly the right smile. You have moved and manipulated the situation, but did you remember to put yourself in the correct position? You, after all, are still a player in the game - whoever thinks they control the pieces still has to make the next move eventually. Whoever is playing the game is playing against an opponent. Ensure that they have not played better than you.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @ysenias 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @ourdawncomes (Thora), @champions-folly​ (Hawke), @mahariele, @mercyburned (Jowan), @virassxn​, @victoryrite​

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Tribunal of Rathlein Ciriane, Warden-Commander

After the events of Inquisition, prior to Tresspasser (If Rathlein is a companion), the First Warden calls Rathlein back after they report the discovery and success of a cure found during his times with the Inquisition. The only other time a similar investigation was conducted was when Fiona was found cured of the Taint as well.

This tribunal is a months long process of telling his account of all that happened during his time in Inquisition. This is followed with testing of whether or not Rathlein’s blood is still tainted, as well as if he can retake the Joining. Failing these tests, Rathlein is imprisoned on the First Warden’s orders as he refuses to give up the Obsidian dagger that the Inquisition came into possession of.

It is after this does he reside as a prisoner in Weisshaupt for some months. He makes his escape sometime in 9:44 during the events of Trespasser.

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What were your hands meant to do?

Your result: wound

Violence isn’t cruel and neither are you. You’ve fought all your life-for justice, for love, for peace of mind and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better but you’re not going to stop because at least you have something to work for. Life is a dance and you’re moving so wildly you stumble. Salt is under your tongue but you don’t mind the taste. One day, this world will be better-even if you’re not around to see it. You are a campfire and its camaraderie, its laughter, its energy.

tagged by: @theharellan​

tagging: @cheatdeaths​, @ysenias​, @champions-folly​ (Vivienne), @bloodhwke​, @mercyburned​ (Jowan), @traitresse​, @teleidoscopic​ (Morrigan), if you steal it tag me!

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐃𝐎  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐒𝐀𝐘 ?

"everyone else is more important than me."

you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.

TAGGED  BY:   stolen from @cheatdeaths​ TAGGING:  steal it!!

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Writing Prompt: Protection || @ysenias​

He’s been trying to write this letter for days now. Sometimes trying to save his own skin and other times refusing to save himself at all. He couldn’t find adequate words for the loyalty the Inquisitor has earned from him.

First Warden,

I have now been away from the Anderfels on assignment with the Inquisition for nearly a year to the day while writing this. I have heard second hand and been present for Inquisitor Yesenia’s continued rise to power.

You and the King of Hossberg tasked me to report on the choices and movements of the Inquisition while under the guise of supporting the Orleasian Wardens in their transition from following Warden-Commander Clarel and reorganizing their ranks. While I believe myself to be trusted by the Inquisitor, and until now have been able to send my reports with seemingly no issue, I do believe Lady Nightingale, the Inquisition spymaster has still remained suspicious of me.

I also believe--

Rathlein tears the letter in half, frustrated sigh leaving him as he hears the door open. He expects a recruit but is instead met with Yesenia's familiar gaze in the door. The sun is much lower in the sky than he thought, and hunger gnawed at his gut now that he gave himself a moment to think about anything else.

“I’ll be just a moment” he reassured, watching her pull away to mill around outside. It was not simpler, but honesty came easier than trying to obfuscate what he was telling the First Warden.

First Warden,

I will no longer be able to continue with my mission as originally intended. While I understand the need to monitor and manage an organization that has the political power to conscript wardens, I can no longer do so in good conscience.

I will remain at the Inquisitor’s side until the darkspawn known as Corypheus has been dealt with, as she has unquestionably earned my trust. I pray you to understand and respect the gravity of this decision. If you decide that punishment for insubordination must take place, I am happy to submit to one.

Expect no further reports on the Inquisition from me.

Warden-Commander Rathlein Ciriane

Rathlein took the time to seal the letter, tucking it into his desk drawer to trust an outgoing Warden with over the next few days. For now, he rose with a soft grunt to join Ysenia outside in the cool Skyhold air. He pulled his cloak around his shoulders, securing it as he came to her side. “Lady Inquisitor?” he ventured, extending his elbow with an easy smile, “May I escort you to the Great Hall for dinner?” he wondered, brows raising slightly.

He could give her this. If he could not always give her levity, or ease of choice he could give her his loyalty in earnest instead of this half-lived thing he’s given her until now. She has earned it with her honesty and deserved honesty in return.