#CIRCLEFLED

[coryphcus]

passes over an oddly shaped and reflective rock he'd picked up while walking.

He... Takes the rock. Though, in truth, he's not really sure why he even accepted it in the first place. Really, his mistake.

"Why are you giving me this?"

[rcgueprince]

SKYHOLD.

Sebastian’s arrival at the fortress was one marked with little fanfare; the crown prince of Starkhaven having shown up largely unannounced, with only a small detail of his most trusted royal guards alongside him. Leaving so soon following his coronation had not been a popular decision amongst his advisors, but few people short of the Maker himself could sway his mind once it was set.

He needed to make the pilgrimage; his sacrifice a representation of the loyalty Starkhaven could offer Andraste's chosen.

It was not until the third day of pouring over maps and discussing the finer details of what mutual support between their forces was to look like that Sebastian, admittedly, noticed the surprising absence of the Inquisitor himself. He had all but vanished after Sebastian’s arrival, exchanging only the briefest pleasantries.  Motivated by the itch under his skin to do anything besides talk about plans and the nagging curiosity surrounding Andraste's Chosen, Sebastian settled on seeking out the man himself.

The underground levels of the fortress felt oddly private in comparison to the bustle of the upper levels. Sebastian descended carefully, conscious of his intrusion and the teacups he carried in each hand - his idea of a peace offering. After getting turned around when he nearly marched right into the prisons, Sebastian finally found his destination.

A small library in the depths of the fortress, a large book resting open on the desk.

"My deepest apologies for disturbing you," Sebastian says to the open air as he crosses the threshold and heads towards the desk, gently placing the teacups down. "I've brought you tea?" The man's words were less of a statement and more of a question as blue eyes scanned the seemingly empty room. Perhaps the Inquisitor stepped out?

[blightoath]

@circlefled: also… try not to die.

"Well now you're really hampering my options." Feyn flashed a smile towards the Inquisitor.

Still. Death was always on the table these days. And this wasn't something as simple as a walk in the woods. Going in alone to an active enemy camp could definitely go south fast. “I shouldn't be gone long. I think the plan is to just get in and raise the front gate so the rest you can join.”

[kirkw4ll-a]

@circlefled liked for a starter!

"you look as though a mabari took a shit in your shoes." she was nothing if not blunt.but there was a smile on her face and a mug of ale in each hand, one outstretched to him in an offer. "care for some company? or is this one of those 'hero looks into the distance moodily whilst dealing with an internal, emotional battle'? i've had plenty of those."

[relentlessgrief]

you can take off your bones?

"I can."

The undead goes so far as to pull off one of his larger arms. It waves to Maxwell despite being detached.

[recitedemise]

"Between the eyes of Orlais and the rest of the world," a voice in the alcove starts, "excuse me for saying so, but I don't envy your popularity."

He doesn't. It's daunting, Gale imagines, to go captaining this vessel as some bloody Armageddon blots the horizon. He rather aches for this man, bright-eyed as he is as he wanders about boasting some twenty-odd summers. He's still a twinkling all about him, however, a generous curiosity untempered in his glances. And it glitters, too, doesn't it?, winking with the candles wreathing his hearth's mantle , but to wander so mortal yet terribly needed? It's a burden. Peering from his reading, a ball, Gale imagines, will feel like all too much.

"Josephine's keeping you on your toes, I'm sure. I can't imagine classes on etiquette is exactly on the docket at your Circles here," Gale, with all his Nevarran ignorance, remarks. Stirring, his alcove, golden, saunters with the fragrance of earth and tea. "Believe me, the tragedy of courtly affairs is far more thrilling in the novels." / @circlefled, ♡ liked for a starter.

[detectice]

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. " - from @circlefled

"i'm not -- " she cut herself off with pursed lips, staring a losing battle in the face. arms crossed over her chest and she tried her best not to sneeze. she couldn't afford to be sick, they didn't have TIME to be sick. the world didn't stop moving just because neve gallus was under the weather. "i'm on the mend. and a contact is expecting me in docktown -- i HAVE to meet them."

[rookfang]

@circlefled / maxwell said,  “ you left and— i thought you weren’t coming back. ”

SOFTISH ANGST PROMPTS

IT'S NOT A TERRIBLY  off the mark assumption; often, Laika would do what rogues do best, and disappear whenever the moment's convenient.  The Lighthouse made it exceptionally easy, her silent footsteps on the stone floors.  Was it wrong for her to assume, then, that she could be gone a few hours and be totally unnoticed?

There is something about the worry in Trevelyan's voice that strikes Laika as bizarre. Unused to being missed. Perhaps it was just the stress of the past weeks, the threat of the blight and the horror of it all.  That must be it.  What other reason does he have to care, she wonders.

Still, she approaches softly, closer to the fire in the dining room.  A box clutched in her hands, Laika makes sure her hands are visible; a habit built from her work, earning the trust of frightened, newly freed people,  “ My apologies, Inquisitor. ”  Tips her head, the hood of her cloak sloping with the movement, “ Just a bout of homesickness.  I-I should have said something, but I didn't want to wake you. ”  

“ May I make it up to you? ”  Then, pushes the paper box forwards, as if some confections could make up for the fright she'd given him,  “ Halva, directly from Minrathous. ”

[mournmento]

the  necropolis  held  such  a  grand  demeanour  today  ,  neither  angry  and  changing  its  shape  through  the  rage  of  the  undead  ,  nor  quiet  ,  a  solace  that  was  almost  too  eerie  for  a  mourn  watcher  .  its  head  held  high  ;  held  firm  in  the  middle  ground  ;  a  perfect  day  .  almost  like  weather  .

                                𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆        @circlefled : ❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change           all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞

he  was  tending  to  that  of  the  gardens  ,  newly  re-discovered  ,  newly  reorientated  ,  keeping  the  flowers  bright  on  the  gravesides  ,  keeping  the  graves  clean  of  any  age  .  the  question  hit  him  off  guard  ,  mid  flow  .  he  was  accustomed  to  hearing  such  deep  questions  when  it  came  to  the  pursuit  of  knowledge  from  a  student  ,  but  never  a  question  so  intimate  .  he  would  not  like  to  admit  the  truth  ;  no  admit  that  he  would  lie  to  the  face  of  another  .  so  he  held  that  firm  ,  weathered  ,  middle  ground  .

❝  in  truth  ;  it  would  the  peace  and  quiet  of  this  place  ,  i  would  unleash  it  upon  the  world  ,  the  wars  have  gone  on  for  too  long  ;  i  would  be  would  like  to  be  ,  that  is  ,  in  that  world  ,  with  no  fear  .  ❞      (  an  answer  cut  from  what  seemed  to  be  some  acceptance  speech  ;  hidden  truth  so  blatant  at  the  end  .  )      ❝  i  think  i  would  like  such  a  glorious  life  like  that  ,  i  feel  that  most  would  agree  in  that  sentiment  as  well  .  ❞

[archonoclasm]

@circlefled asked: 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . / 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺: still accepting.

It isn't as though he thought this would be a walk in the park. Well, not a normal park, at any rate, with its beds of spring hyssops and its walkways of stone; however, to bleed down a promenade with the Inquisitor down to dredges? May the Maker show them mercy... Maxwell's caught bleeding, and his stomach's in knots.

"When I'd signed up, I was told I would get to watch you make demons into paste. Scraping you off the ground instead wasn't in any of the brochures." Yes! Slaying demons, naturally, and saving maidens, surely! But fretting for a friend? Not at all. Rushing with an urgently, Dorian corrals them to the earth with its rained-clogged peat. He's no healer, he half-regrets, but he's yet a modicum of magic yet crackling in his fingers. Dorian sets immediately to healing, a spill of prickling warmth lancing sure to that waist. He looks at Maxwell, body kept just aloft along the meat of his thigh, and all the templars they'd slew and slaughtered... Enough of that. He shakes the Herald. No shutting your eyes! "Alright. Look at me. Handsome, yes? Shouldn't be too difficult. I can arrange for us to stay anchored together should you prefer it. Festis bei umo canavarum." It's so bad. "What use is an Inquisition if you go in alone?''

[coryphcus]

@circlefled got bold and decided to send:

❛  that's impossible.  ❜

"To what end do you believe that I would lie to you about the very things that I have witnessed with my own eyes and ears?"

Corypheus stands with his hands behind his back, glancing out a window from where they took their moment of respite for the night. Which, had happened to be within an old and worn down stone fortress that had once seen better days. In truth, if it weren't for Maxwell himself needing to rest for the sake of that wretched anchor, he'd have been on the move already once more.

Corypheus' body didn't tire. Not, at least, in the way the unafflicted did.

"The lies that the Chantry spread are laughable. There is no Golden City. Whatever they continue to peddle to your folk are fairy tales to keep them in line. What is needed is something tangible. Real. And true."

The darkspawn merely turns his head over his shoulder to stare into the eyes of the other. A foolish, unknowing mage, merely wet behind the ears. A shame, in truth, for someone with such power to not even know how to wield it.

"There needn't be any more deliverance of falsehoods."

[mournwatchingprofessor]

@circlefled asked:

the gift is wrapped in a single piece of green cloth, tied together with plain black string. carefully wrapped inside is a book, the cover so worn that any name or title it may have shared is lost to time, however, as soon as it's opened the books contents become... moderately clear.

the illustration on the first page is a large human skull, a smaller canine skull and feline skull nestled within it, along with a short note in excellent penmanship.

' i found this in the vault library. i have no idea what language it is, but i thought you might like it. sorry if you can't read it. maxwell trevelyan'

A pleasant smile is brought to the necromancers face, as he observes the gift. A smile at the consideration for his occupation and his interests. A thank you note was immediately crafted, with a small, jewel encrusted bone sent, tied by bow to the seal as he returned the letter.

' I thank you for the kindness inquisitor, may you have a very happy holiday season. Consider this gift a token of my thanks. '

Sure, he was not having any luck in translating it, but surely one of the many spirits in the necropolis halls would be able to help.

[kirkw4ll-a]

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜ - @circlefled

"funny, whenever i run into you i find myself wondering why you're NEVER covered in blood! just how dirty do you get your hands, inquisitor?" a tease, the champion giving him a good natured elbow to the ribs before chuckling. a glance down at her attire -- maker, he wasn't joking.

"well, the good news is that i don't think much of it is MINE. the bad news might be that the road is going to be blocked for about as long as it takes for an ogre to decompose. or be moved... does the inquisition have a budget for DARKSPAWN CORPSE REMOVAL?"

[nobroth]

❝ You’d be amazed at what a man armed with a rock and a headache can do. ❞

“A rock I could always work with,” Alistair says with a soft chuckle, regarding the man before him with a little smile.

Always nice to see someone who appreciates humor.

“Headaches give me somewhat more trouble, though,” he continues with a contemplative tilt of his head. “Does it– I guess. With the hand and everything… Does that hurt? Like… magically?”

[alitlantern]

“ at least i have you here to look after me, right? “

for the receiver to clean the sender’s wounds | Accepting

          ━━━ ANDERS GIVES MAXWELL A WITHERING LOOK AS HIS HANDS MECHANICALLY WRAP THE BOY'S ARM IN GAUZE.

          ❝ If I didn't know you better by now, I'd say you were taking advantage of that fact. ❞

          But he did know Maxwell better by now, and he doubted the mage was capable of thinking that far in advance.

          ❝ Travelling with a healer is not an excuse to run head first into danger, I sincerely hope you realize. ❞

          In truth, he knew the boy did not consider him a free pass to act recklessly. He was simply frustrated with the other mage's lack of foresight ... ability ... self awareness ...

          Anders sighs, pressing down on the dressing to be sure of its hold before standing. With a tight smile, he offers Maxwell a hand up.

          ❝ If you're quite done testing my patience, we may continue. ❞

[saccageurs]

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send 👀 or ( ‘EYES’ ) if you want to know how I see our muses interacting or how they could interact in the future. bold all that definitely/currently applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Kiss/Make out: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Have drinks with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Have dinner with/cook with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Do a heist with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Make a mixtape for: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Resolve a mystery with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS