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( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ง-๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง๐ค๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ. He allowed the rest of the group to play the hero in his steed, leaning back in his chair and extending out his legs, hovering an inch above the floor. He sighed and intertwined his fingers over his stomach breathing in the smell of wet pine and a babbling brook nearby. He leaned out of his chair, widening his half-lidded eyes as a cup of tea was placed in front of him. He mumbled his gratitude, reaching forward and savoring the warmth that washed down his throat.
ย ย ย ย ย He had to laugh when she mentioned Chuckles. He wasโฆ something else. Varric trusted him, but there was something unsure about him. That was only how he could explain it. โ Chuckles wonโt mind, but Sparkler--Dorian--might. โ He looked over his shoulder and watched as the rest of his group watched over the perimeter, staring into the dark depths of the forest around them for any nasty beings lying in wait. โ I think Chuckles will be grateful that you offered him a bed to lay in for the night. He doesnโt mind tents, but thereโs nothing better than a proper bed to sleep in. โ
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#miss-polly#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ; Varric )#( I really like this set up! )#( lmk if I need to add anything to make this easier to reply to Varric didn't want to say anything else here ! )#( queue )
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archaeval asked :ย แฆ an au where ruby and varric don't pine for 300 years before getting frisky shdhsds
Put a แฆ in my inbox to my musesโs reaction to yours pinning them down on the couch (or any location). / @archaevalโโ -- accepting
ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ. The chairโs cushioning was soft under his body, but that didnโt mean Rubyโs touch didnโt have some weight to it. As there was pressure weighing down on his shoulders, he could feel Rubyโs warm breath on his skin as she looked down at him, a grin of his own meeting her gaze.
ย ย ย ย For once, she mightโve rendered him speechless.
ย ย ย ย The authorโs eyes wander from her gaze down to her lips, cheekbones, and then to her neck and collarbone. The sun shone perfectly upon her skin so that he could take notice of every inch of her exposed skin. Any freckle, birthmark, or indention on her perfect skin was easy for him to observe from how close they were and he already lost track of whatever line he was pondering over to say to her next.
ย ย ย ย He had to think of something, but anything that came to mind seemed tooโฆ inappropriate. Or at least for now.
ย ย ย ย He raised his brows for a moment, a smirk tipping the corner of his lips. โ Did you find what you were looking for, Miss Ruby? โ
#asks#archaeval#// suggestive#( ahhh I hope this is alright )#( didn't want to assume anything )#( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; asks (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( ๐ฐ'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ; Ruby (( Varric ))#( Ruby ; Varric )
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( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ก๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. He had jumped back of course--he can blame Cassandraโs punch for that knee-jerk reaction--but the fork had barely touched him, only briefly scraping over his red tunic. It hadnโt hurt and all Varric could respond was a voice of disbelief.
ย ย ย ย ย He chuckled, voice full of surprise, when he looked up to see Pollyโs wide-eyed, tightened lip expression on her reddened face. As expected, Polly stammered, but unexpectedly, she mustered up the courage to blame Varric, of all people.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โ I deserve to have a fork thrown at me? โ If she didnโt hear the chuckle that left his lips, he sounded as if he was offended by his high-pitched voice. โ My apologies for interrupting your breakfast, Flower. โ Varricโs voice lowered, but it still held that playful edge to it that was common for the dwarf. โ I was going to ask if you would prefer your character to have a flower crown in my novel, picked up from one of her adventures, but now Iโm debating if I should give her a fork for a weapon instead. โ
@miss-polly
#miss-polly#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( This was so so so much fun to write! Thank you! )#( Weirdly it was super easy to rein in Varric's voice for this one! )
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archaevalย asked : โ she said youโd come, & i swore to eat your heart. โ / dealer's choice
DEATHLESS. / @archaeval -- accepting
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก, ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐.ย
ย ย ย ย ย It had hardly been an hour into their time at the Hissing Wastesโ camp when Varric began to complain of the sand wedged between his toes and the bottom of his shoe, of the Sun and its heat, and the way his tunic started to cling closer to his body than usual. But he would be a fool to complain here and now when he heard Rubyโs words, accompanied by a grin that started to creep upon his lips.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โ I missed you too, Dressy. โ She may be taller than him and he didnโt doubt that beneath her lush dresses and beaded jewelry, she could throw a punch, but he believed there were otherโฆ more deserving people that she would rather punch than him. He was in safe company, for the most part.
#asks#archaeval#( varric vc: ah yes my gf threatening my life AGAIN )#( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; asks (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( ๐ฐ'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ; Ruby (( Varric ))#( Ruby ; Varric )
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ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒโ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ง๐๐, ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐. He slowed his steps and then stopped at one point to listen to the entirety of her words. Shit. He knew a good joke wouldnโt unwind the fear within her, but he thanked Andraste herself that he wasnโt placed in the Inquisitor position. He could charm an Orlesian, but the entire ordeal of convincing them to join the Inquisitionโs side was a battle he would wish to avoid himself.ย
ย ย ย ย He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, combing back his hair to somewhat control it against the relentless humidity. He pieced together the guidance he could provide.
ย ย ย ย ย โ Have you spoken to Josephine about this? Or Leliana, for that matter? They would have more words of wisdom than I could offer. Shit. Iโm sorry, kid. I would advise you to be truthful, but sometimes a well-crafted lie is better than the truth. โ He wanted to tell her to be truthful about her doubts about being the Herald of Andraste, but if it was to win the Orlesians over, and if she wanted to go the route of building a convincing image, he understood how a lie could win him some favors with the right company.ย
@miss-polly
Polly tried to laugh at his joke, but her smile faltered quickly. She glanced around for a moment before leaning in and insisting, "I'm sorry, but she really is so scary, and I think she hates me. And The Lady Seeker is talking about going back to Val Royeux, and --" She shakes her head, presses her lips together, visibly working to regain her composure.
When she speaks, her voice is lower in pitch. Slower, more controlled, with the illusion of confidence barely covering her terror. "I want to do this right. If they think...If they think I'm the herald of Andraste herself, then I have to do it right. Orlais is a valuable ally, and the easiest to offend. If I'm not a fool, I'll learn how to behave in front of them, and let my advisors go from there." Words she was echoing from one of said advisors, but she'd be more than a fool not to heed them.
#miss-polly#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( don't feel like we have to continue this at all! )
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( Varric Tethras ; continued )
ย ย ย ย ย โ Are you sure? Not even Curly? โ he asks with a chuckle and a hint of surprise in his voice. Well, Varric didnโt think he was absolutely hideous to look upon, he had some desirable traits that attracted some, but to be the only one Roland had his eyes on? Varric was surprised, to say the least. โ Or Blackwall, if that's your fancy. โ
ย ย ย ย ย What Varric could agree upon was a time out with friends was never any wasted time. The way he spoke so admirably and delightfully about his companions reminded him of his own friends back in Kirkwall, or wherever they scattered to these days. They didnโt spend their time in theaters, no, rather in the Hanged Man most nights, speaking their own version of poetry. When he was around them, inspiration flowed like water. โ Seduce? โ he chuckled, not being able to stop himself from doing so, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Roland. โ I think this is becoming less of an inspiration piece for my next book and more of an excuse to flirt with me. โ
ย ย ย ย ย Well, Roland did say that he was the only one he had been honored to woo, so go figure. His jest might be closer to the truth than he thought.
ย ย ย ย ย Varric was intrigued by his words. It sounded fantastical and here Varric was, mulling in his mind on how he could mimic Rolandโs voice for a character, just to intrigue the reader as much. A jester in a royal court? No, no, Roland deserved better than that. A bard, perhaps, might be more honorable. It might be more suitable as well.ย
ย ย ย ย ย He ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the blonde flyaways in his hair. โ Usually, I stick by the hearth in the throne room. I tend to dabble in my writing there if Cassandra isnโt trying to persuade me into writing another book. โ He crossed his arms and looked down, muttering to himself in a statement that was intended to be mirthful. โ Sometimes violence is included. โ
@eritvita
#eritvita#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( moved this over to the beta editor don't feel like you have to continue this! )
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flcralistย asked : โ forests have secrets. itโs practically what theyโre for. โ from polly to varric
DEATHLESS. / @flcralist -- accepting
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ. In the long stretch of woodlands around them, the house of that family of four seemed like a faraway dream. Blackwall trudged along, his massive sword all across his back, and yet he was the only one that managed to not get any blisters in their hike through the Hinterlands. But in this long, rather painful walk, Varric had his mind stuck on his next book, and overhearing Pollyโs observations had only helped stir his mind in that direction.
ย ย ย ย ย โ I overheard that the creation of forests was by the Dalish. โ Whether that was true or not, he would have to ask Solas. โ Long ago, they transformed a prairie into the vast woodlands we see today. โ As he began to explain his tale, he was starting to doubt that claim more and more. But what he could believe--if only a little--was that the forests could hold secrets in them. Rituals under the moon, deep in the shadowy forests, apostates hiding inside a burrow to escape Templars. With how long these large trees have nested in the soil, there wasnโt any doubt that a thing or two had occurred around them. Whether the trees truly spoke of these โsecretsโ, stranger things have occurred.
ย ย ย ย ย โ And do they whisper these secrets to you? โ He had also heard that plants responded well when they were spoken to, but whether they communicated back, he didnโt know. With Pollyโs inclination to magic, she might be able to solve that mystery for him.
#asks#flcralist#( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; asks (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( his voice feels off to me here but meh )#( thanks for sending this in! )
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ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐ซ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐๐. Despite the large presence of readers across Thedas (his publisher could attest to this by the sale of his books alone), some found more entertainment in swinging a sword, shooting an arrow, or participating in a tavern song, but he would imagine at some point his fingers would grasp the page of a book. Whether he retained anything from it, thatโs a different story entirely.
ย ย ย ย ย โ Not a single one? No paint-by-numbers? Locate the missing Nug? โ It was a crude attempt at a joke, but it held some inkling of curiosity. Even Sera had stated before that she read a book (but only the first page before she grew bored with the activity altogether). But Varric reasoned then and now that all it took was a plot or a genre to grab someoneโs interest. They just had to discover what their interests were. There was bound to be a book that would be just the right fit.
ย ย ย ย ย โ Have you ever heard ofย Hard in Hightown? You might come to enjoy it. โย
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"Yes hello, I am Robby Lunch, and I've never read a book in my life. What can I do for you?"
#archaeval#( he shamelessly plugs one of his books lmao )#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( crack )
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eritvita asked :ย ๐ฌ to Varric!
Send ๐ฌ ย for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator. / @eritvitaโโ -- accepting
ย ย ย ย โ Perhaps you'll take me out one day - or do I have to make an appointment?ย โ
#asks#eritvita#( why does this sound so sus hfdfds )#( but also very in character for him )#( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; asks (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( thanks for sending this in ! )#( maybe these two go on an adventure together somewhere lmao )
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( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )
ย ย ย ย ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ: the people, the dresses, the Inquisition's uniforms, the food, oh and donโt forget the drinks either -- all went in one ear and out the other. For a moment all of these joyful words sat, but not for any considerable measure when it was quickly tossed out with one reason or another of his own for why the formal party at the Winter Palace was going to be a headache and a half.ย
ย ย ย ย Well, it was his publisher that was going to have a headache once he was back in Skyhold through a hearty and heavy-worded letter to figure out the reason why they said his books did horribly in this area of Thedas. He busied his idle posture with a drink, but it seemed only a few swallows were taken from the once-full drink. He tried another sip of the rather sweet drink when he heard Rubyโs voice say his name so sweetly and so tenderly floating through the air.
ย ย ย ย He smiled at her comment, never taking her word seriously untilโฆ Well, until there were moments he wondered over the intention of her words. But, he was looking too deeply into things now, maybe the drink was indeed worthless to keep around if it brought these reflective thoughts to light.
ย ย ย ย โ Like everyone else, I know my strengths and weaknesses. I canโt be talented at everything, Dressy, that would be no fun, โ he chuckled. โ I knew dancing was not my forte when I started learning. It all went downhill from the very start. โ He never had a reason to dance. Usually, his friends stuck to taverns where maybe there was a bar dance or two when the drinks were flowing, but nothing as particular and technical as formal dances tended to be. Ruby was right to some degree, it felt odd not having to pride himself all the time in anotherโs presence, even if it was for a joke and the way sarcasm lingered deeply throughout his words, but at least in front of Ruby, he loosened up slightly. He did wish to impress her to a certain degree as he did to anyone (or so he liked to think), but his stay in the gardens didnโt speak that of a party animal.
ย ย ย ย He looked up at her, swishing the liquid in his glass. โ How is the Inquisitor? Chasing off their admirers, I assume? โ
@archaeval โโ
#archaeval#( Varric really wanted to reply to this lmao )#( so have a Varric & Ruby moment )#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( ๐ฐ'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ; Ruby (( Varric ))#( Ruby ; Varric )#alcohol mention tw
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ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ง๐ข๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐. He was more confused than annoyed over his name, but when Varric would press a little further, egging him on to pick his own name, Solas was even more perplexed. Every name he suggested was met with a shake of the dwarfโs head and a discontent reply, stating that it didnโt quite suit him.ย
ย ย ย ย ย Varric smiled into his teacup, downing the last of it before setting it back on the table. โ Oftentimes, no, โ he answered, leaning back in his chair. โ Why not make things interesting? Iโm a storyteller, there has to be some fun somewhere. โ There was no method to his madness. He found it boring and too formal to address others by their names, which was reserved for the merchant guild and his editor. He assumed he would be killed by either party if he said anything but their name.ย
ย ย ย ย ย He stared out into the forest where his friends were. His eyes latched onto Dorian, a smile lifting the corner of his lips when he thought back on their previous interactions. โ Sparklerโฆ Well, besides being a mage, Dorian has this quality to him that makes him sparkle. Itโs a compliment, really. His wardrobe is eye-catching on purpose and his personality is like no other. His temper can be... sparking as well. โ His eyes moved to the next person: Solas. He clung to the back of the group, looking out for anything that mightโve gone unnoticed or missed. โ The reserved, quiet types often come to enjoy their nickname after some time. Stoic isnโt exactly a nickname thatโs taken lightly. โ
ย ย ย ย ย His gaze swiveled over to Polly, tilting his head to look up at her. โ Have you ever given someone a nickname? A pet, a relative, a friend, perhaps? โ
She can't help but giggle, though it was a relief to know the most stoic of the group seemed to be softer than his hard expression let on. Dorian seemed perfectly charming, though a part of her couldn't help but worry that he would harbor some small resentment. She tried to remind herself there was nothing to be done for it, and focus on the matter at hand -- the names Varric seemed to be using.
ย "Chucklesโฆ?" Polly had heard many a strange moniker over the years, but, even as a nicknamem that seemed far more fitting for a court jester than a seasoned mage. "Do you call anyone by their name? Sorry -- I don't mean to sound rude or anything. just..." She chuckled again, shrugging. "Sparkler? Where did you come up with that?"
#miss-polly#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )
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mercyburned asked :ย โ ย i want the sun to burn me. i want it to scorch me to the bone. ย โ / Margo to Varric
Circe Sentence Starters. / @mercyburnedโ -- accepting
ย ย ย ย โ If I knew you were so lyrical, Hawke, I wouldโve considered hiring you as my ghostwriter for my romance book. โ Perhaps then he couldโve solidified a larger audience and the publisher wouldโve been cheaper about the whole ordeal.ย
ย ย ย ย โ Thatโs an overtly dramatic way to say you want a tan. โ he chuckled, walking up to stand beside Hawke. The red, billowing curtains that stretched far wider than the glass pane of the window and the stone arch around it were lightly dancing to the rhythms of the wind. Varric pressed down on the circled lever to crack open a crevasse in the window to cool down the heat in his room.ย
ย ย ย ย If Hawke wished to go out on Vivienneโs balcony and bask in the sunlight, it didnโt matter to Varric. He was in the process of editing this first draft, and while this was a nice distraction, he knew his publisher was president about a new release. It appeared somehow the second copy of Swords & Shields was what whirlwinded the series into popularity.
#asks#mercyburned#( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; asks (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( I hope this was alright ! )#( Thank you for sending this my way ! )
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( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )
ย ย ย ย ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก'๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ. Being an Inquisitor wasnโt easy, and being given the title โheroโ was less so. From his times being by Hawkeโs side, he was well aware of the way titles, pressures, and external conflicts and influences affected a person.
ย ย ย ย Even as Elizabeth stopped her pacing and sat down for a second, Varric couldnโt help but extend a helping hand, a wisdom of sorts if he could offer it. It looked as if even stationary, she still was grappling with an anxiety of some kind. Elizabeth stood out so easily to him and to the others, it wasnโt hard to miss her when he glanced around at his surroundings.
ย ย ย ย A tear opens up but Varric misses it, even as he hears the startled voices of the healers nearby, he draws no attention to it. His unwavering stare is on Elizabeth, his head tilted upwards a bit to look up at her from his seat on a bench. His fingers fidget with the crossbow--Bianca--in his hands as he listened, trying to piece together this story piece by piece as much as he could with how fictional and foreign it seemed. A man by the name of Booker? An airship? Her world? If he didnโt see how it affected Elizabeth so greatly, with how anxious she seemed, and how he could tell it was straight from the heart -- he wouldโve assumed she was spinning an imaginative story to impress the author. Even as outlandish as it was, it only made Varric more curious and interested in her retelling. Maybe he was the first person she fully opened up to about this?
ย ย ย ย Though Elizabeth seemed to note that she wasnโt part of their world--whatever that meant--he wondered if this had some attachment to The Fade. It seemed as if anything could occur in The Fade by how Solas spoke about it.
ย ย ย ย Even as much as Varric would like to offer her reassurance that she would make it back to her own world with how her voice cracks and the emotional turmoil this all appeared to have on her, he knows that would be a promise he could not give. He wasnโt magically inclined like Solas and Dorian were, he could hardly make sense of the hole in the sky that was right above them. So, he took it step by step, only making sense and fixing what seemed the easiest.ย
ย ย ย ย The author sighed and shifted in his seat, trying to formulate something to make her feel a little better. โ From my understanding of it all, life itself, Iโve learned that even the most self-assured looking people donโt know half of what theyโre actually doing. They just take life as it is, and do what they envision is right. Thereโs no book hidden somewhere that gives you all of the worldโs secrets. โย
ย ย ย ย This story of hers was something more than himself, he couldnโt give her the end-all solution on how to deal with the hole in the sky, how to get back home, and how to save Booker. โ If I know anything about dealing with oddities, itโs Solas you should speak to. He might be able to figure out a way for you to get back home. This magical business isnโt my area of expertise. โ
ย ย ย ย Then a question occurred to him that he couldnโt pass up. He raised a hand as if to pause her next reply. โ This might be a strange question but hear me out on this: do you believe in fate at all? Divine timing? That you were placed here for some reason or other and it wasnโt just up to chance? โ
@cewyllโ
#cewyll#( I hope this is alright ! )#( let me know if I need to change or add anything ! )#( Varric is observant by nature but I don't wish to godmod or anything ! )#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )
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archaeval asked :ย โจ varric to ruby :0
Send โจย and my Muse will state one thing they think is aesthetically attractive about your Muse. / @archaevalโโโ -- accepting
ย ย ย ย ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ? As a proficient writer and businessman, he was always observant. Though both tended to go hand in hand, look over body language to tell the readers about a character, to be able to charm the other person in a business arrangement, he did take note of his surroundings to incorporate into his next novel in vivid detail. Whether that would be the scenery itself to describing a personโs face, Ruby was not exempted from his attentive eye.
ย ย ย ย โ Just one? Thatโll be one hell of a challenge. โ He rubbed his chin, clicking his tongue as he thought. This is all from a visual point of view, right? No toying of personality traits? Does he mention her hair, her eyes, or her figure? Or does he get more specific? To her face shape, the way her neck and collarbone always drew his eyes?
ย ย ย ย โ Her hair, โ he finally decided. โ While her attire is always one to admire and frankly, inspiring, her hair is what draws my eye the most. Always perfectly pinned in place, untouched by oils and grime, layered with a careful touch. Never a strand out of place. Itโs enchanting, truly. โ
#asks#archaeval#( varric is just a big ol' simp )#( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; asks (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( ๐ฐ'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ; Ruby (( Varric ))#( Ruby ; Varric )#( Thanks for sending this in! )#( I love them sm )
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ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ, for both his own comfort and hers, and for any prying eyes. He would say thereโs no rhyme and reason for it. They crossed paths periodically, he enjoyed their banter. What more could there be between them?ย
ย ย ย ย ย Yet, that was far from the truth about why he visited her. And the reasons why he kept his feelings under wraps were justified by their interaction alone. As long as the Inquisition still lived and breathed, and Corypheus had their sights on them, there was a war to fight. Besides that, he was to return to Kirkwall. Surely, Ruby had no interest in following him there with all her finery.ย
ย ย ย ย ย He chuckled and crossed his arms, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. โ I write stories for a living, Dressy, surely I would get tired of my own stories by now. Why donโt you give me something to work with here? โ
open ;
RUBY HAD TOO MUCH WORK TO DO to trifle with things like going out and drinking games and having fun. There were treatises to review and annotate, correspondence to manage, and the eternal task of trying to get the archives under control. She sighed.
It was smart to bond with those she's meant to work with. Get on their good side and make sure they got along well. But no doubt they'd want her to smile or talk about herself, or, worse, share from her bottomless well of gossip that she'd rather leave for official blackmail. "I'm sure anything you come up with will be a more interesting excuse than the truth, I'm afraid. Tell yourself a story, and pretend I said it, and all will be well."
#archaeval#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ; threads (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )#( ๐ฐ'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ; Ruby (( Varric ))#( Ruby ; Varric )
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archaeval asked :ย Ruby absolutely has a crush on Varric but she will NOT acknowledge how obvious it is thank you
Send๐ย if your muse has a crush on mine (Iโm assuming?) / @archaevalโโ -- accepting
Everyone else in Skyhold: Oh no those two are flirting again
Varric & Ruby:
#asks#archaeval#( they achieved a new level of flirting where neither of them are aware that the other has feelings for them )#( well I think maybe it might be assumed but again Varric doesn't want to get his heart broken again )#( and Ruby seems like she doesn't want a romantic relationship )#( my brain is running on low energy right now but all I could think was more Ruby & Varric content thank you )#( Thanks for sending this in ! )#( crack )#( ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; asks (( Varric ))#( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ; Varric )
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