#🗡 ; réponse // answered asks.

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@littlehoundthings: ❛  say  please .  ❜ from [ x ]

REALLY ?? HE LAUGHS AT ASHE IN a rope trap one time and he's never allowed to live it down !! there is a heavy, frustrated sigh ; a vein in his forehead may have popped. ‴ ashe. . . there is a DAGGER. in my BACK ‴ he's fine, though, but he can't reach it himself. ‴ take it out !! ‴

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@littlehoundthings: ❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜ from [ x ]

THE LAST THING CAYDHEN NEEDS is another head injury, alas. . . he isn't the most careful of warriors. his abilities require his pain, his blood, but not him falling flat on his ass and getting smacked on the back of the head with a mace. he is extremely lucky that all he needs are stitches - though he would most likely refuse anything further.

a grunt of discomfort erupts from his throat, dark eyes flashing between blue and red. his pain tolerance is exceptional but getting stitched together is still VERY uncomfortable. ‴ are you gonna bandage me up ? i think i'd look pretty cool with a head bandage. ‴

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@7thtalon: ❝ We don't usually leave contracts open, ❞ Words calm, almost gentle; as if she spoke to an easily startled animal, not wishing to cause it to flee. A Crow is as good as their word; when one fails, others are bound to pick up the contract. Teia is not in the business of cleaning up other House's messes, though; and Caydhen is allied with the few who wish to help. Airy dismissal comes accompanied by a shrug. ❝ But we'll make an exception for you. ❞ For now.

AN EXCEPTION ? SHE TALKS ABOUT the contract upon his head as though he is a child caught stealing candy. something usually punishable, but exceptions are made out of convenience. pity. an exasperated scoff passes his lips ; the words insult him, insult his family - he doesn't remember everything from his past, but the memories he does have elicit a RAGE - a hatred for the crows. this woman did not kill his friends, his guardians, but she is no less guilty. ‴ i suppose you expect me to thank you, ‴ words are laced with venom, icy, but his eyes are FIERY, red staining the calm ocean blue. his anger always finds a way to manifest itself physically. ‴ your. . . people have been trying kill me for twenty years, your EXCEPTION is useless mockery. garde-le. ‴ keep it.

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@juneforged: “ I… I've heard about happened in the alienages across Orlais, ” Manon remarks softly, their tenor tremulous as they gaze down at Caydhen in a manner that all but negates the height difference between the two. With the veneer of the Inquisitor momentarily stripped away, they seem little more than a frightened and small creature despite the apparent greatness of their physical and symbolic stature respectively. Their voice is full of pain as they speak again, fathomless blue eyes glassy with barely-withheld tears of fear and mistrust. “ You… you weren't involved with any of that, right ? ”

OH. . . HONESTLY, IT WAS ONLY a matter of time until a question like this came up. its a very sensitive subject, he knows, and he doesn't think there's any right way to talk about this as a human. ‴ ah. . . ‴ the warrior's head lowers in shame, but not his own. the shame that his people should feel. he is merely guilty by association. ‴ non, please don't misunderstand, inquisitor i ‴ don't remember. the amnesia from his head injury has his memories of home locked away, deep within the recesses of his brain. how does he know if he or his family were involved ?? he doesn't. whatever kind of person he was before. . . perhaps the person he is now wouldn't like him. ‴ for what its worth. . . i'm sorry. but i. . . don't remember my life at home. ‴ only then does his head rise ( not fully, he remains in somewhat of a bow ) and his blue eyes are darkened with regret. perhaps he should have kept quiet.

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@atlasveiled: [ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

HOW MANY TIMES HAS HE TOLD rook that he's fine ?? that he's used to being injured, such is the life that he lives with his abilities ?? and how many times has rook told him to shut up ?? he sighs, exasperated yet grateful. he's grown accustomed to tending to his own wounds but. . . it's always much easier, much more comfortable when someone else does it. even if it is just a few mostly superficial wounds. he sits backwards on a chair, shirt discarded and arms hanging over the back as rook tends to a gash on his back. ‴ aie !! that hurts, you know, ‴ he grumbles, but there is a profound lack of anger in his expression. truthfully it would have been much too hard for him to reach that one. ‴ . . .thank you. for doing this. ‴

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@valahren: 🌿 hueheu from [ x ]

THERE IS SOMETHING SO INCREDIBLY heartwarming about the merriness of the cobbled swan at this time of year. everyone is drunk, happy, singing !! the joy is infectious, has him craving another pint of ale, so he hops up from his seat and turns the corner from behind a pillar only to walk into a brick wall. . . hold on, not a brick wall. just a ridiculously hard chest. ‴ sorry ‴ deep blues glance up just slightly, recognising the face. ‴ ah, ren !! ‴ another few inches up does his gaze rise and. . . whats this ?? a hanging plant ?? he chuckles and taps the elf on the arm, pointing one finger skywards. he recognises this one. ‴ look at that !! you know, in orlais this means we have to kiss. ‴ perhaps such is the custom everywhere else too, he isn't sure, but he gives a cheeky wink and puckers his lips at the elder. he's being mischievous, expects tall, dark and handsome to laugh at him and be on his way.

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@chaos--mode: " it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. " ( more inquisition era! ) from [ x ]

A SHEEPISH LAUGHTER FILLS THE silence following the comment. . . compliment ?? he is, well and truly, COVERED in blood. wiping some of it from his mouth with the back of his hand, he returns his greatsword to the holster on his back. ‴ i daresay i find myself covered in blood a concerning amount of time. ‴

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@littlehoundthings: {Leaves a gift box with some health poultices, a manual for dealing with traps--- both magical and mundane, a bundle of dried elfroot, and a carefully carved wooden fox.}

AT FIRST THERE IS CONFUSION, where has this gift box come from ?? it sits upon his bed, neatly so, but is quickly disrupted as caydhen flips it open to reveal the contents. he knows exactly who its from when he sees whats inside. despite the SCOFF that fills the silence around him he can't help the joyful smile that blooms upon his tired face. especially when he lifts the little fox carving, appreciating the detail as arachide wanders onto his bed in curiosity. maybe ashe isn't so bad after all.

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@valahren: “ ask me nicely. ” from [ x ]

OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO BE LIKE THIS. a heavy sigh deflates the warrior's shoulders, his head hanging as the words reach his ears. of course he's going to make it difficult. ‴ fine, ‴ he huffs, hands on his hips as he straightens himself up. ‴ will you PLEASE bear hug me ?? ‴

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@valahren: [ APPROVAL ] + knocking caydhen out before he goes full blood reaver bc he wasn't listening to reason from ren. :')

NO, HE CAN'T LISTEN TO REASON WHEN his blood lust takes over his rational mind. he hates it and he tries so, so hard every single time to STOP it from happening but sometimes he just. . . feels too much, too deeply, and he loses it. he's hurt people before in this state, but having someone there who isn't afraid to incapacitate him is a blessing.

Caydhen greatly approves.

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@weishaupts: HEHE ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . from [ x ]

HONESTLY, HOW THE REST OF THE TEAM didn't see them leaving is a mystery - they are not sneaky or subtle and their heavy, eager breaths are not silent. but here they are, tucked away in a corner of the forest ; caydhen's back rests heavily against the tree, bottoms and underwear already dropped to his ankles. the air isn't particularly cold, but his blood still burns from the fight ( something obvious in the way the dragonesque horns and tail linger ) so the contrast to his skin temperature causes a slight bite. its the last thing on his mind, though. athera is down on her knees before him, blood splattered upon her face, her armour, her hair but maker she is beautiful. the way her plump lips wrap around his dick would have him melting if not for the tree at his back. one bloodied hand lowers, fingers curling tightly into a fistful of athera's hair as a guttural growl erupts from his throat. usually by now his appearance would have returned to normal, but he's taken over by a different kind of lust than before.

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@svartr: " it's not your fault. you did everything you could. " from [ x ]

A BREATH ; SHAKY, UNCERTAIN. there is still. . . a small element of distrust when it comes to the crow, he can't help it. it's so ingrained in his mind that crows are bad. ‴ . . .perhaps, ‴ dark brows furrow deeply. ‴ but you don't know that. you don't know me. ‴ people die all the time, but when its avoidable ? there is no excuse.

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@atlasveiled: [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing from [ x ]

THE ROOM IS DARK, THE EERIE not-quite-morning light from the fade outside pooling into the room. he's lying on his front, snoozing softly, but his mind is semi-aware of the body laying next to him. its rook, he remembers. . . last night was eventful. the laziest of smiles lifts his lips, eyes still shut, and a s h i v e r shakes his torso at the ghost of a touch on his exposed shoulder blade. it relaxes him, lulls him further to sleep.

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@dionadaiir: Eden leaned in and gently captured Caydhen's chin between finger and thumb. He tilted their head back just enough for Eden to press his lips against the other's in a sweet, linger kiss. While he enjoyed the kiss, his hand came up and snatched the pair of glasses from Caydhen's face. A gentle, deep chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled away. " Dinna be stealin ma glasses, mate or ah'll have to put ye over ma knee. "

THE GLASSES, DESPITE THE MIRTH and mischief within his eyes, make it incredibly difficult for him to see. so much so he almost startles when eden takes hold of his chin; blues staring at the fuzzy shape of the face above. he isn't expecting to feel lips against his own ( a soft sound indicating his surprise is muffled by the kiss ) but its warm and welcoming, sending heat to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. a stark contrast to the way his eyes feel when the glasses are gone and his vision returns to normal - jarring. he barely even gets to enjoy the kiss.

there's a disgruntled huff when the other pulls back, hands rising to rub at his eyes because they're still adjusting again. the endeavour is quickly abandoned in favour of raising his eyebrows suggestively at eden. ‴ is that a promise, mon ami ? ‴ he's smirking, but can't stop the laughter.

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@nobodyexpectsthe: "be honest... are the living conditions to your liking?" the inquisitor looks just a touch... uncertain. he can't really fathom trying to sleep in a room full of strangers. "i don't mean the salary, though - i would be curious to know if that is to meeting your standards as well." from [ x ]

THE QUESTION IS UNEXPECTED, and the elf seems. . . concerned ? perhaps. caydhen has never been the best at reading people, but there is apprehension in the other's movements. his voice. ‴ of course, inquisitor. as long as i have somewhere to rest and food in my belly i'll be fine. ‴ he's used to cheap taverns, ragged bed rolls, sometimes even hay bales. he can't complain about anything here. ‴ thank you, for your worries. ‴

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@circlefled: 🌿

OH ? WHAT'S THIS ? THE INQUISITOR in the herald's rest, loitering unknowingly beneath the mistletoe he had planted earlier. this had been when he was sober, but now he is several ales deep and his cheeks are flushed with the alcohol. he rises from his seat, skips over to the inquisitor and without so much as a warning plants a rather clumsy kiss on his cheek. ‴ you stand under le gui, inquisitor !! you cannot leave without a kiss. ‴