#🗡 ; réponse // answered asks.

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@devi1ishdetails: *59 : sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up. from [ x ]

ENDURANCE IS ONE OF CAYDHEN'S MANY qualities, right up there alongside stupidity a seemingly incongruous pair, his body is STRONG and able to withstand a substantial amount of injury. . . unfortunately he also doesn't know his own limits. kiri has known him for long enough to have learned both of these things about him and yet every. single. time. he sets aside the time and patience to treat his predominantly avoidable injuries. that's just the problem though. caydhen is a reaver, his pain fuels the fiery rage of the dragon's blood pumping through his body and the more he hurts the harder he hits. its dangerous, reckless, stupid, many other colourful adjectives he has heard from many healers throughout his life. perhaps its selfish of him to steal away the inquisitor's time like this, perhaps he should be more considerate. . . but kiri could always refuse, shunt him off to another healer. yet he doesn't.

&& THERE HE LAYS UPON HIS OWN COT, blood stained bandages covering the burns, gashes, bruises littering his pale skin. he looks like shit, honestly he FEELS like shit, but that's never stopped him before. ‴ thank you, inquisitor, ‴ he flashes such a disarming grin, his bloodshot eyes and cracked lips tainting the warmth in his expression. ‴ you know if you keep fussing over me like this the people may talk, ‴ he's jesting, tittering quietly to himself as he begins to shift; elbows forcing him into an almost upright position almost is as far as he gets before kiri is wordlessly scolding him, a gentle hand upon his chest to keep him at rest. he harrumphs when his back finds the cot once again, the effort straining his wounds and twisting his features in a brief wince. he doesn't think it will ever not be strange, having someone so adamantly concerned about his health, especially with that someone being one of the most important people in thedas at this very moment. there will always be guilt. . . but for moments like these ( his own bandaged fingers curl carefully around the inquisitor's, holding the palm upon his chest. . . just for a little longer. ) he lets himself be selfish if only to gaze longingly into those eyes, to see vivid picturesque scenes of autumn afternoons hidden within each subtle shade of auburn.

yes, he thinks he'll be selfish. . . just for a little while.

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WE GOT A BINGO BOYS

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smash or pass yours truly

send smash or pass + name

‴ mon dieu. . . if it isn't obvious enough already, chéri. smash. ‴

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Hes the only acceptable orlesian in zahavs eyes

he is sending u so many smooches and ass grabs zahav

u know u love his cute accent....

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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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@enregards: 🙌 ;* from [ x ]

A MOMENT OF INSTINCTUAL DEFENSIVENESS has him raising his own hand, gripping tight onto the wrist of zevran's arm you are not yet in danger, caydhen. calm yourself. his hold remains, lighter now, and fingers slide seamlessly to rest over the back of the rogue's hand. ‴ you are playing a dangerous game, mon ami. ‴

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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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hehehehehe

they're made for each other stop it

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@vaelahrn: ❝  stay the night?  ❞ 🥺

TRULY, HE'S READY TO GO BACK TO HIS OWN room, retire for the rest of the night. not because he wants to, quite the contrary, but he doesn't want to overstep any unspoken boundaries between them. thus its with a small, almost inaudible gasp and a gentle smile ( he can't hide the relief in his eyes ) that he wanders back over to the bed and crawls across to lay beside ren. he's settled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. ‴ careful, i might make this a habit. ‴

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sorry she’s just an average sized lady

smh do better.

WE GOT A BINGO THO

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Smash or Pass. :')

send smash or pass + name

‴ SMASH ahem, er, was i supposed to explain my answer first ?? anyway. smash. though i don't doubt you already know this. ‴