#Character: Rim Katoh

[seahaloed]

“ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have ? ” || @champions-folly​

Rim sat on the cold earth with an amused look at the question. Her chin has rested the knees she kept close to her chest. That was such an odd question, and it caused Rim to turn her gaze from the fire to the Commander.

(she didn’t know anything else)

“I was sixteen when I became an initiate,” she explained with a rough voice from disuse. “I never had a life outside of this, Commander.” Rim admitted with a low sigh, “Nor would I want one, my choices as a mage and a Vashoth are... limited.” she pointed out with an amused look.

“Chances are I would have burned alive when the Starkhaven Circle burned down.”

[seahaloed]

@teleidoscopic​

Rim snorted, shaking her head with crossed arms. “This isn’t right--” Rim stated firmly, staring at the missive from Morrigan. It was enough to ruffle her feathers and bring her down into the Witch’s workshop.

(the eluvian glowed there with unknown potentials)

“I know when I’m being lied to--” Rim drew out quickly. “Despite whatever you may think of me being and oxmen or circle trained, I do know how magic works, perhaps even better than you since I’m not just praying whatever I pull from the fade will work.” it was childish of her, but the other was obfuscating her research.

Magic could be broken down to mathematics and while wild magic had its strengths because of the unpredictability of its nature, Rim had simply asked for some of the measurements of the mirror and some of its facets.

“These can’t be the right measurements, they don’t work.” the Warden states flatly.

[seahaloed]

what shape does your pain take?

Ghosts

Your pain takes the shape of ghosts, haunting you, always there. No one would believe you if you told them, or understand even if they did. You don't know how to make them go away, or what they want. They just follow you, casting shadows over all you do, being your fears and the embodiment of all you've lost or are afraid of losing. 

They can't touch you though... Can they?

Tagged by: @champions-folly​

Tagging: @ysenias​, @cheatdeaths​, @afraidofchange​ (Cass), @lethendral​

[seahaloed]

100% Not Cheating At Cards @goldgliitters​ 

Rim gave a smile over her cards at the Warrior, thumbing the small pile of coppers she’d collected over the course of playing with the man. She knew Varric considered it cheating, counting the cards as she did, but she thought it was simple strategic analysis as anything ever was with her.

(Oh, she knew the dwarf was right of course.)

In her defense, Wicked Grace was all about cheating. There was an added layer of fun given the fact that palming cards or adding your own into the pile changed the values, but it was an excellent exercise for her and kept her eyes sharp. “If you’re so sure you could always look up my sleeves, Sir Blackwall,” she points out calmly, adding another two copper to the rising betting pool between them.

“If you’re brave of course?” She taunted with an easier grin.

[seahaloed]

"we have to create. it’s the only thing louder than destruction." || @ourdawncomes​

Rim honestly didn’t know what to think of Cole. She understood the dangers of the fade, spirits, and demons to mages. Perhaps it was that she did spend too few years in the Circle’s guidance that she did not see any of what she was warned about the man. Her laboratory in Skyhold was brighter for having him around if she was rather honest. While she hated working with other people, working around people gave her a rather different spark.

His quiet rambling sparked her interest, but unless he talked directly to her, she let him keep to himself and she didn’t speak much once engrossed.

(it was one of those times she couldn’t tell)

Setting the astrolabe to the side, she straightened her back slightly and turned to face him, head cocked slightly. Formulae and calculations scattered her desks and she furrowed her brows further.

“Did that thought come from me?” she ventured quietly, rubbing a stubborn inkblot in her skin with a small frown. It’s what she did all day, wasn’t it? Create. She knew destruction too, seen it more first hand than been the direct cause. “Or are you... is that what you think of my work?” she ventured, eyes still pinned to him with curiosity as she took to moving books from a chair to finally sit.

“I know they get muddled for you, but... I don’t recall thinking it is all.”

[seahaloed]

But for every one who stood and sang the hymn of praise, Two lay at their feet, soul seeking the Light eternal.