#× THRD 021. ┊ of blights and wardens﹙F4RGED﹚

[deathswcrn]

It seemed both yesterday and decades ago that Breina had fought the Blight in earnest. Corypheus may have been a blighted Magister, but even despite the terrifying ability to freeze her body in place, it hadn't been a true Blight. She'd even changed her name totally since she'd fought the Fifth Blight - no longer an Amell, no longer even using the name she was born with, like she could seperate the terrified girl from the tough warrior she was now.

It hadn't worked. This.... this was a Blight. Breina was a new person entirely, and yet she felt eighteen again. And on the other hand entirely, she felt older than her forty-three years too. She was trapped between her old hurts aching in the morning and the fresh fear of facing something too big for one person to handle and yet being the only ones capable.

So Aksel's grumbling about getting too old to be heroes again was met with an agreeable, yet uncharacteristically quiet hum. They hadn't stopped since the Inquisition, both of them too restless to settle, but Bree was absolutely feeling a lifetime of saving the world beginning to catch up with her. It wasn't with her yet, she had a little fight left in her, but forced retirement felt like a wolf stalking her in the heather, hungrily licking it's chops.

But, she wasn't left to ruminate whilst she changed out of her nightclothes long. Aksel's arms wrapped around her and she sank into him, his familiar, solid, safe presence a balm to her salted wounds. "Which of 'em haven't had a hand in savin' the world from Blight before and is younger than us? Rook should send them instead of us." Her good eye peeked up to his face, glittering with mischief. "I think it'd make us bad if we made Lace or Davrin do the work, but don't think Neve has faced the Blight. It's her turn. Her and Lucanis."

@deathswcrn dragon age starter.

Peace had never been a choice, between the two of them they'd always managed to run into some sort of trouble on the road and even if there had been the occasional glimpse or break he was almost certain it followed them. Even still never had Aksel imagined they'd be in this position again, with a blight to deal with and now elven gods? He'd hoped after they'd left Sky Haven that that would be the last of the blight. Hells, how wrong he'd been.

" I am getting too old for this shit. " He muttered under his breath as he fastened his pants and pulled the tunic up and over his head to fall into place. For once he found himself grateful that he wasn't leading the pack and while he didn't really know much about Rook they seemed to have their head on straight - then again he wasn't the type to argue without good reason either.

Instead of continuing to change he walked up behind Breina and rest his chin to her shoulder, arms wrapping around her back to pull her into his chest. " Maybe we should get Rook to send somebody else so we can stay here. Would that make us bad people? "