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[kinlochs]

Cassian does not miss the pointed question. It was true—he did not have to lay down so simply and willingly give up his life. Morrigan was right in that he did have a choice—even if it was an illusion—but he could not bear the thought of subjecting Alistair to making that final sacrifice. It wasn't purely an emotional decision, either: he needed Alistair to rule as king, as much as the man loathed the idea. Cassian thought the arrangement to allow Anora and Alistair to marry would be the best one for all parties.

It would all be for naught if Fereldan's King fell to Darkspawn barely a year into his reign.

"Perhaps," is all the Warden says afterwards, and he thinks that they both know that he is simply pretending to entertain the notion. Duty or no duty—Cassian would lay his life down for the others. One loss to prevent the deaths of thousands... It sounded a fair trade to him.

Crystalline blue eyes focus sharply upon Morrigan now that the tables were turned. In truth, he did not have an answer readily available. He hadn't had many opportunities to think about what he wanted. Up until his recruitment with the Wardens he expected to live a life somehow shackled to the Circle. It is this expectation that unleashes a flurry of things he had thought about.

"I want to explore all of Thedas," he says in earnest. "I want to dismantle the Circles completely. I wish to travel to the Imperium if only to see it—where mages have so much power and they do not cloister us like the abominations they think that we are." The words tumble out clumsily, not pre-meditated, just existing the way they had been conceptualized. "I want to research more about the Fade. About spirits—like the one helping Wynne. How? Why? Or even about the Taint, how to somehow devise some sort of cure to kill the price that Grey Wardens have to pay."

Cassian pauses, long and silent, resisting the sudden urge to deflate. "I want to indulge in many things. To have friends, take lovers, just experience life. I feel I have not done enough. I always crave more."

A light hum of agreement, most pleased his commentary is a sensible one. He understands. Morrigan does not fault her mother for the lesson, either. ❝ Flemeth taught me well. I learned my lesson and was all the better for it. Beauty is trivial — survival has meaning. Power has meaning. I would not have learned, had she coddled me instead. ❞

'Twas not the only such lesson imprinted on her; one of the most significant, nonetheless. Her mother had not spared her necessary harshness; nor had she cushioned her teachings with love. 'Twas but another worthless thing, love. Irrelevant, in the grand scheme of things; vulnerability, in the worst of scenarios. There is no love between them, and they are better for it.

❝ 'Twas her, too, who taught me not to cower in face of others' demands. Why collar myself because the ignorant do not feel safe in light of my power? Why make myself a willing sacrifice because others think it my duty? ❞ A pointed question; a seed of rebellion. She can understand his pessimism; their odds, overall, are indeed grim. 'Tis her task to see them through to the end, however, and Morrigan has no intention to fail. ❝ I would not dismiss the two of you so readily. Flemeth did not — elsewise she would not have saved you in the first place. ❞

❝ Perhaps you will celebrate in the streets of Denerim and debauch yourself however you see fit, ❞ She concurs, the glint of amusement in her yellow eyes. ❝ Or perhaps you must simply stop denying yourself every want on account of 'we have the fate of the world to decide' and content yourself with what you need not renounce along the way. ❞

❝ Many a request made to you is not truly relevant to saving Thedas, ❞ She points out, referring to the troubles they had found along the way as much as the troubles their party would bring to their leader, all of more personal nature than the Blight. ❝ 'Tis only right you be a little selfish and focus on what you want at times, is all. ❞

❝ Which makes me wonder, ❞ Feline interest, that of mild curiosity found in entertaining prey. If she is to be studied, 'tis only right to answer in kind. ❝ What is it you want? Not saving the world — this we know. If you were to indulge, Cassian, what would be your indulgence? ❞

[soulprompts]

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.

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[helpingbro]

7 Ways to Break Your Phone Addiction

1. Stop charging your phone near your bed.

2. Get an actual alarm clock instead of setting the alarm on the phone.

3. Turn off your phone notifications.

4. Delete apps that are too addictive & not useful for you.

5. Set a clear intention for you're picking up your phone & put it aside as soon as you are done.

6. Try a phone- free day once a week.

7. Try going out to places nearby without your phone.

[soulrph]

this is a loving reminder that just because your character is set in a specific universe, doesn't mean they have to stay there. likewise, other people's muses might be originally based in a particular world, but that absolutely doesn't mean that they want to keep them in that world. the wonderful part of the rpc is that we actually don't need to take things so seriously! what does it matter if ted lasso woke up in the same universe as tony stark? does it really make any massive issue for us to put shrek and kaz brekker into the same thread? not at all! go wild! don't let the fictional boundaries of fictional franchises stop you from having fun! the purpose of the rpc is to have a good time with one another: we don't need to have a fully fleshed out reason for these characters to interact! we can just throw them together and see what happens! so go forth, have tons of fun, and don't let logic stand in the way of anything on this dash!

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[corditeheart]

@mercdeleon | x

Time goes by.

She gets them a hotel room for a couple nights, which seems like a cautiously safe bet (and extracts a promise from the booking agent that she can extend it if necessary).

It's easier than being at the presidential palace, which Squall would probably hate. It's neutral ground.

She sends a few emails, gets someone to pull the Esthar PD reports on the shooting so far, and President Loire's medical records, peruses the limited information in the police report and the slightly more extensive medical info, and then she's got nothing else to do.

Xu sits. Stands. Crosses to the window of the waiting room, looking out at the city and the crowd that still seems to be growing below.

It seems like more effort than it's worth to go outside for a smoke, so she settles for crappy vending machine coffee, then a second, and a third. The fourth attempt eats her last coins, dispensing only a hiss of hot steam into an empty cup.

She swears under her breath, and smacks the side of the machine, trying to convince it to cooperate. It does not.

Fantastic.

A few hours ago, everything had been perfect. Or, at least better than that morning. Now, it's just sitting. Waiting. Letting midnight come and go-- at some point, Xu leans her head back against the wall, intending on closing her eyes for just a second.

It turns into another hour, only stirring when the door opens, low voices cutting into the solemn silence.

[soulprompts]

send in " brushing of hands " to see the receiver's reaction to the sender gently and purposefully brushing their hand against the receiver's (not actually holding it, but sending clear signals that they would like to!)

[fruitiermetrostation]

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Guess who made a Pride Crane Mobile? This guy! 😎🏳️‍🌈🌈