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“I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.”

— E.E. Cummings  

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Disbelief clings to her like a veil, hours after they left the circle.    It would be impossible to count the amount of times she dreamed of how she would return to the place she once called home;   ever the optimist, the daydreams were often touched by sentimentality, by a belief that everything would be alright.     Her nightmares were most honest with her.    They understood that there was nothing left for her there, and that it would take impossible odds for her to survive, or retain her freedom, if she ever returned.

An invasion of darkspawn granted her the impossible odds for her to come and go.    Christine was able to come and go, with only a slight grumble from the enchanter who saw her continued presence on the outside as his failure, and not her victory.      She half expected to be dragged back when they stepped out of the building, dragged deep into the underground by skeleton hands.     In her dreams, they still might come.

To avoid their icy grip, she stayed awake long past the time everyone had curled into their bags and tents, a blanket over her shoulders as she tried to soak in her warmth from the dying embers of the fire.     In this rare silence at camp, she can hear everything, from the animals in the bushes, Shale’s sighs and the movements of someone waking up far too early.

Christine awaits until their peak their head out, beckoning them over with a small, but knowing grin.    or as the old adage goes, misery loves company.    And truly, what sane person could hope to slumber after the trying day they had all endured?

     ❛        You know,    ❜   she murmured as Alys drew near,    ❛     I fear I’m going to be poor company when the rest of the world awakens.    ❜

dragon age.     •    @ladygriffon​

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no but like...   christine spent the entire blight protecting her companions, always following their lead, trying to keep the peace between them, pleasing them.   she never wanted to do anything that would ever harm them and asked them several times if they didn’t want to leave...    crowning alistair not only went against everything she stood for, it also blew up in her face.

not only did he break up with her, he sacrificed himself the night after.    they spent their last days together unhappy, wanting to be with each other.   she was so desperate to get it all over with, so tired of the political fighting, that she saved the world by destroying her personal life.

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From the window, she could see the warden’s companions milling around in her garden, their heavy footsteps crushing the weeds and flowers.    It was enough to make her re-consider her decision to turn back into human form;    they were off on a mission, they’d have given up after a while, she was sure.    

A moment of kindness had made her curious enough to stop and listen to them.     Most of it she could already guess:    we are here to take you back to the circle, or her favorite die witch;    why he hadn’t attacked yet, or accepted her offer for some tea, was much more intriguing than how he was going to eventually try to catch her.

❛        The chairs won’t bite you.       ❜     Christine remarked, not raising her eyes from where she was crushing the leaves.        ❛     Sit.     ❜   

dragon age.     • @highaver​​

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                   dragon age companion verse.

this is only compliant with origins as of now, but can be adapted if you give me some information about the other games.

And love is the sun in the witch’s hair.

chrisitne chapel was once a promising young mage.    her powers manifested at the young age of six, disrupting the simple merchant life she was destined for, starting her on a path of endless possibilities.     Christine excelled in her studies at the circle, demonstrating a connection to the natural world, holding great sway over animals and plants.

with little memories of her life before, the circle became her home and her friends her family.     they were a small, tight-knit group of young mages, generally regarded as the future generation of the circle.    

curious kids...   they were children, after all.    bright, young, hungry, was it any wonder that one by one they fell over the sway of blood magic?     when they finally tried to involve her in their new studies, she balked.    not only were her friends not the people she once knew, she had failed to notice the change they were going through, distracted by a project she had been developing with wynne.

this moment of blindness could be regarded as luck.     when the templars discovered their crimes, wynne and others could prove she hadn’t been involved, saving her life.

christine heard a lot about how brave she was to not fall under the spell with them, but all she could see was her friend’s blood spilling, and the empty spaces where she once laughed with them.     a day after passing her harrowing she was gone.    disappeared into thin air, most of her belongings left behind.   

she picked a destination randomly.    she had no prior connection to honnleath, but she found the name pretty, and decided to head there to gather her bearings and figure out her next step.    instead, she took one look at the lush woods and never left.

her presence slowly became known to the village.    some wandered into the woods looking for spells and help, while others came for her head.    the former were helped, and the only reward she asked for was a story from the village, and that her location was not revealed;   the latter had their memories erased and sent back in a daze.    the templars who came looking for her   —   the now apostate witch   —   received a much harsher treatment.     christine would give them three chances to leave, and if by the third time they continued to refuse, she turned them into stone.

after five years, she had a veritable collection of templars dotting her pathway, their frozen bodies now used to build bird-houses and to stretch the spices she collected from the woods.    she found a rhythm with the village   —    they called her their white witch, due to her penchant for wearing white and her snow-white hair, and they brought her things she couldn’t make.    in return, she helped them by crafting potions and spells.

when the first signs of the blight started to appear, christine tried to ignore it.    created excuses, looked away, until she found her favorite deer slain at her door, the dark laughter of the darkspawns echoing in her woods.   

when the warden comes, she still struggles with her decision to leave:   this is her home, and she is not ready to lose it again.

character sheet.     

title:     the white witch    /       race:     human     /       gender:     female    /       class:     mage     /       specialization:     spirit-healer*     /       affiliation:     none    /       quests:     lost child, blood mage coven

* as she has been living by herself in the woods for five years, christine can also be counted on during melee fights.    she prefers fighting with dual-weapons, especially daggers, she is incredibly quick and fast, reminding those who see her fight of a hare.

meeting the warden

the warden will be given a quest to look into an apostate witch by the circle of magi.    when they got to her cottage, after dealing with her wards and a few wolves, they’re gonna find the frozen templars and a small white hare in the middle.     the quickest way to get her to appear is by feeding the hare when she stops by your feet.

the meeting with christine has three outcomes: (i) you can convince her to join your party and not complete the quest with the circle;    (ii) kill her;    (iii) give up and go back to the main quest.    

there isn’t an option to take her back to the circle, she’ll die fighting back.    if you want her to join your party  (  option (i)  )   the warden must prove that they are on a mission to help everyone.    she is more likely to trust another mage, a dwarf or an elf, while she has a slight distrust of the noble human origin.

she is romanceable :)

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continuing my dragon age thoughts, companion christine and warden christine have very different fighting styles.    companion christine is a mage with rogue tendencies, which is similar to her fighting style in all other verses:   she relies on speed and power, on being cleverer than her opponent to take them down quickly.   sometimes there could be a more cleaner way of dealing with the enemy, but that’s not her main concern.

warden christine ends up picking more of warrior characteristics.    she becomes adept in fighting with a sword as well as her staff;    she prefers using spells which freeze half the opposing team so she can pick off the enemies one by one.    if she is very annoyed, she will end up using her sword in very inefficient ways, she is just clubbing the enemy.

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❛     I know why I’m awake,     ❜      Christine does not bother raising her voice, allowing the quiet murmur to travel across the quiet camp to reach elspeth’s ears.    Only stopping to leave the roots and leaves she’d gathered in her walk, she joined the other by the rocks, white robe catching the moon’s waning moonlight.       ❛     I remember you telling us to rest because we had a long track ahead of us...      ❜      slight recrimination is under-cut by the fact she hadn’t listened, slipped away when everyone had closed their eyes, desperate for a little moment of quiet and normalcy.

❛     Hmmm, one of us is in trouble.     ❜

dragon age.     •      @thanflowers​