#Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts

[arcane-gold]

LOOK AT MY BOOOYYYYYYYY HES SO FANCY FOR THE BAAAAAAALLLL

[simpforsolas]

Hiiiiiiiii

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 71: Carnage

Summary: Rose's investigation at the Winter Palace leads her to the servant's quarters and grand apartments where she uncovers a rather full scale Venatori incursion. Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke. Excerpt below the cut 👇

Vivienne squares me to her, fussing with my hair, repinning the disheveled strands that have broken free. I’m damp around the edges of my face and my upper lip, a sheen of sweat reflecting the light no doubt. I draw my skirt around me and fasten it under the edges of my bodice. Dorian and Blackwall guard the back entry while we pull ourselves together for the ball once again.

“Leave it to Briala to make such a brazen offer,” Vivienne spits, dabbing a perfume of vanilla and ambrette on one side of my neck.

“Well it’s not as though she offered nothing,” I counter. “We could use elven spies.” And whatever that weapon is.

“Don’t trust a word that crosses that woman’s lips,” she continues. “If instability is what Corypheus seeks then Briala and her elven revolution would certainly fit the bill.”

“Perhaps you resent her because she’s a little bit right,” I remark, with a careful look up at her. “Elves have been denied rights and representation just as often as mages.”

Vivienne’s dark eyes challenge mine, formidable in their intensity, but I don’t back down either. I know I’m right.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” I whisper. “We have leverage. What if I showed them both the locket— What if I could soften their positions toward one another? Wouldn’t they be stronger united?”

Vivienne sidesteps my point with a shake of her head, dabbing the edges of my face with a handkerchief. “This will not do. Not when you haven’t been seen inside for a spell.” She manifests a palm full of ice and blows across it at my face, cooling me. She stands back to inspect me, smoothing a wrinkle in my gown and then begins tying my mask back on. With no further discussion, she opens the door and shoves me out alongside her. The others remain to pack up and stow our gear discreetly.

I fold my hands behind my back and find an elegant, leisurely pace like I’ve just come out of the guest garden and stroll toward back toward the ballroom.

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[dreamthiefx]

If wicked eyes and wicked hearts was a mission in bg3 I’d take wyll, astarion, and gale. Maybe even shadowheart.

[hexxalite-hecate]

playing WEWH again

[thecherrypitpie]

personally while i would love public truce to be my canon, i can't get past celene's history of ethnic cleansing. you don't get to massacre an entire alienage and murder your girlfriend's parents then keep your head and the crown on it (plus get her back??)

[secretsimpleness]

Inquisitor Orlesians-Can-Burn-In-A-Ditch-For-All-I-Care Lavellan. + Josephine, Leliana, some noble / Dragon Age Inquisition (c) Bioware

[bemp0]

Portrait of Divine Victoria with Schmooples II

[elfcollector]

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION (2014) — the winter palace

[ophernelia]

Melissa Thalia Howell, Lou's mother.

[hexporpora]

Cullen did her hair, by the way.

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[lyanachaan]

in desolate hallways, away from prying wicked eyes, he pulls her closer

[cairaleighexe]

🗡️ who in the court can be trusted? 👁️

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 70: Chasing Shadows

Summary: Rose continues to uncover the chaos behind the scenes at the Winter Palace and alerts her advisors to her discoveries.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke.

Excerpt below the cut 👇

“We found more evidence of foul play— a lot more. Which may or may not be related to the Tevinters.”

“Then perhaps we should warn the empress now,” he says, leaning to peer through the door back into the ballroom.

“Aside from Josephine skinning us alive for being too obvious, Celene’s advisor Morrigan said she’d be by her side,” I explain.

“Did her advisor even make it that far?” he asks.

“I’m not sure.”

“We should check,” he insists and moves to stride back inside. 

I catch Cullen by his hand before he draws too much attention looking eagle eyed and overly alert at someone else’s party.

“Not like that,” I scold him. “Here— give me your arm. We have to act casual.”

“Andraste have mercy,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. “What does that even mean?” 

Apparently he used up all his patience for playing it cool earlier. He holds out his elbow stiffly. I tuck my hand into it.

“Smile,” I instruct. I pretend to delight in my surroundings before glancing at him. “Act like you’re having a good time.”

Cullen stares at me blankly, addled by how far outside his skill my directive falls.

“Well— just, try not to look so antsy,” I say. “Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Explain to me— the finer points of our latest siege capabilities.”

Cullen’s gold embroidered epaulets fall an inch. “The ballistas or the mangonels?”

I grumble softly, waffling my head around in frustration. “Take your pick.”

We move back into the ballroom and Cullen begins explaining the rationale behind our array of mangonels and the benefits of single projectiles versus scattershot. I nod and smile, and snatch us two glasses of punch from a passing tray, offering one to Cullen.

“I’m not drinking tonight,” he argues, baffled once again.

My eyes do a somersault. “It’s for show. Just— pretend to take a sip.”

Apparently incapable of pretending to drink, Cullen dribbles a splotch of punch on his uniform. He curses under his breath and I stifle an unruly laugh.

“At least it’s red,” I note in a whisper. “I see part of Celene’s dress around that corner. Keep going. Mangonels.”

Cullen continues, discussing a few options for setting payloads ablaze and which are the most cost effective. Celene comes fully into view, clearly in discussion with someone I can’t yet see.

“She’s talking to someone— don’t look.”

“I’m not,” he protests. Cullen cranes his head and looks.

I poke him sharply. “Tell me about the tar.”

He scowls at me momentarily before continuing. “The tar pits of Edgehall are rather close, fortunately. Geologists believe—”

Morrigan’s raven black and wine-colored form appears from around the corner as she emerges to sweep her eyes over the room. A young heavily armored man stands vigilant beyond Celene. Morrigan nods to me subtly.

“She’s there. Along with Celene’s champion I believe,” I remark, allowing the breath I’d been partially holding to leave me fully.

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[revvethasmythh]

blackwall's whole situation is hilarious to me because he's posing as the warden-constable of orlais and this is never interrogated by anyone. what the fuck do you mean the warden-constable of orlais is chilling in my adventuring party after apparently being no-contact with any other wardens for multiple years and was found living in fereldan for some reason. leliana has a file of warden-constable blackwall's speech to his soldiers (in orlais!) during the fifth blight when blackwall outright tells you he was in fereldan during the blight and then after the truth comes out cullen is like "yeah even leliana didn't know blackwall was lying because she has a blind spot when it comes to the wardens". girlfriend that is not a blind spot that is a black hole. do we not communicate did i not tell you that blackwall said he was in fereldan. what breakdown in communication had to occur to allow this ruse to continue

also if he's the warden-constable of orlais that means he's clarel's second in command and this NEVER comes up. you leave the warden contact behind in the fade and some junior warden scuttles up to you like, "but we have no one left of any significant rank!" okay well the guy claiming to be warden-constable is literally stood five feet to my left, how's that. no one's ever like "hey blackwall wanna take over command of the remaining wardens" despite the fact that his own cover story outright makes him their commander. like the way blackwall lies is hilarious but also he should NOT have feasibly been able to get away with this. claiming to be the warden-constable is a level of audacity rarely witnessed in nature. what the fuck even happened here

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

JOHN WICK (2014) dir. Chad Stahelski