#and also given they marry almost two years before trespasser. they have a 3 month old daughter during.

[vultures-and-scavengers]

she was going through it. and no, i did not choose the angry option in trespasser, no matter how good it is. sad works better for her.

[allisondraste]

Temperance 42/42

Pairing: Nathaniel Howe/ Female, Non-HoF Cousland

Story Summary: Nathaniel and Elissa were childhood friends, but time and distance tore them apart. In the aftermath of the Fifth Blight, and Ferelden’s Civil War, both Elissa and Nathaniel must attempt reconstruct their tattered lives. As a series of events lead them to be reunited, both are reminded of so many years ago when things were much simpler.

Chapter Summary:   Epilogue!!

Author Note: Well, my friends. Here we are at the end of a journey that has lasted just over a year. When I started writing this story, I had no idea just exactly what it would mean to me. I had no clue that anyone would read it, let alone that I would have the amount of support and encouragement that I have ended up having. Temperance has seen me through some incredibly difficult times, and through some really good ones too. I am both sad that it is coming to an end, and thrilled at the confidence I've gained to start other projects.

I just want to start out by saying a humongous thank you to each and every one of my readers (whether you've left comments or just read and enjoyed silently). I appreciate you all immensely. You have made this journey all the more while.

I also want to thank all of the people who have supported me behind the scenes. Helping me plan, and plot, and taking a vested interest in my characters and my story, but also in me and my growth as a writer and a person. I don't have to name any names, you all know you are, and you rock. :D

This is by far the end of Nathaniel and Liss' story. It's just the beginning, and I have a lot of adventures planned for them going forward, but I'm also really excited to focus on some new things in the same worldstate.

I'm also excited to read more and support others as I've been supported.

Anyway, this is not the Oscars... but I couldn't close this chapter of my life without acknowledging the people who helped me get there.

<3

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Dearest Baby Sister,

I hope this letter finds you well. I will be honest, I am more than a little upset that I had to learn about your choice to leave your position in Denerim and join the Grey Wardens from Queen Anora, and not you.  Why did you not write to me? Were you afraid that I would lecture you on how foolish it is? That I would disapprove because father never entertained the idea? None of that is true. We have been through so much hardship in the past year, I want you to do whatever you need to feel happy again.  If that means fighting darkspawn until you rot, then I pity the darkspawn who dare to cross you.

Anyway, enough of that.  I would much rather talk about Nathaniel.  If you’re with Wardens now, then you must have had ample time to talk with him. To tell him about that torch you still carry for him.  Or, you know, at least kick his arse for leaving you in the dark all those years. In all seriousness, I do hope that you two have had a real conversation about everything.  I love you both, and you care too damn much about each other to let it all slip away. I’ll stop lecturing you, but I eagerly await your reply.

And now to the real reason why I’ve written: I have a surprise for you— one that I cannot possibly keep secret a moment longer.  In fact, I am disappointed that I am not getting to tell you the news in person to see the look on your face, but you deserve to know.

I found Bear!

I didn’t tell you this before. Didn’t want to get your hopes up prematurely, but as soon as I returned to Highever, I put out a reward for his return.  As it turns out, the old boy was living with a young family just on the outskirts of the teyrnir. They told me they found him injured not long after Howe took control, noticed the laurels on his collar right away, but feared returning him to the castle for obvious reasons.  They nursed him back to health and let him get all fat and lazy, but they were excited to be able to send him home. I almost couldn’t get them to take the reward.

He’s watching me write this letter right now, actually.  It’s like he knows it’s you— I think the bloody hound can read! On his behalf, I implore you to come visit as soon as you’re able. He simply isn’t satisfied with my meager attempts at belly rubs, and I grow weary.  

I wouldn’t mind seeing you as well, Sis.  You’re welcome home any time. Your room will always be there for you.

Love,

Fergus (and Bear)

P.S. Bring Nate.  We have catching up to do.

Dear Fergus,

When I received your letter, I had to read it several times.  I couldn’t believe my own eyes. I truly thought Bear had died when he and I got separated during the ambush.  That you found him… Brother, I do not know that I could ever repay you for what it means to me. I suppose I shall have to forgive you for calling me “baby” sister.  I am not a baby, even if I am currently crying like one.

I am sorry that I did not write sooner.  I have been more than a little preoccupied.  Joining the Grey Wardens takes more than just some paperwork, though I am forbidden to say any more than that.  I am doing well, though. I feel better than I have in quite some time. The Wardens have given me a new purpose, a new place to belong that I didn’t feel in Anora’s council.  I was never exactly suited for the affairs of the court. I finally found my chance to get away. I think that I will fit in well here, with these Wardens of Amaranthine. They are a quirky lot, but they’re good people.

And Nate’s here.  He says hello.

I am pleased to report that we did, in fact, talk.  About everything, and at great length. We are not the same as we were when we were younger.  Things are different and more difficult now, but you’re right. We care too much about one another to give up on something just because it isn’t as easy as it would have been without…. everything that happened.  We’re together now, in case that wasn’t clear. It feels good to finally say that in writing, outloud. I wonder what Mama and Papa would think. I’m sure they would approve. They loved Nate, too.

Anyway, look at me, gibbering on like this is my journal or something.  Hey— at least it will save you the trouble of having to actually read my journal.

You could always visit us here, you know.  Delilah will be returning to Ferelden in Drakonis, and I believe there will be some sort of formal celebration to mark the transition of power.  You should come.

Love,

Liss.

P.S.  The reason Bear isn’t satisfied with your belly rubs is because he prefers scratches on his rear.  Tell him he’s a good boy for me, and that I’ll see him soon.

[The following note was found on a slip of parchment stuck in between the pages of a novel]

Liss— Finished reading your book.  I liked it, though the main protagonist was completely unbelievable.  Nobody likes cheese that much. Well, at least nobody I’ve ever met.

By the way, have I mentioned that I am glad you and Nathaniel got things sorted.  It would have been a damn shame if you had broken the eternally binding contract of a pinky swear.

[Scrawled at the bottom of the note was a tiny arrow, indicating that there was more written on the back.]

I got a letter from Bria.  She is doing well and told me to tell you hello.

— Alistair

Dear Ser Ben,

It is “Ser” now, is it not?  Unless of course you followed my poor example and left your training to pursue some sort of fruitless revenge, which is highly unlikely, so I am going to assume that you earned your knighthood.  Congratulations, my friend. I am proud of you.

I promised that I would write to you, so here I am, keeping that promise.  I know that you must be terribly surprised, considering my poor record for correspondence.  I apologize that it has taken this long to send word to you. I have been rather busy since I returned to Ferelden.  I spent months in hiding, plotting revenge against the Grey Wardens who destroyed my family, but when it was time to follow through with those plans I changed my mind.  A trespasser in my own home, I wanted nothing more than to retrieve some heirlooms and leave, fade away into obscurity for good. Unfortunately, I was captured, imprisoned for theft, and conscripted into the Wardens to spare me execution.  I’ve had my hands full with darkspawn and other duties ever since.  

As horrific as that all sounds, the Wardens have actually been my salvation, a chance to make my family name something to be proud of again.  The Warden-Commander is not the monster I had believed her to be. She is young and inexperienced, but thoughtful and wise beyond her years. My father, on the other hand, was twice the monster I thought he was.  All my life I knew he was a hateful, selfish man, but I did not realize the lengths to which he would go for power and wealth. To think that I ever defended him. Disgusting.

Do you remember Liss, the one you always called my “Fereldan lass?” I am certain that you do, considering how much you enjoyed teasing me about her. Anyway, her family and mine have been allies since the rebellion, and they were murdered in their own home upon my father’s command.  For months I believed Liss had died as well, but both she and her brother live, and now she is among the Grey Wardens here in Ferelden.

I finally confessed my feelings to her, apologized for everything.  She forgave me, and now we’re… together. It seems surreal to say, but I thought you would be pleased to know.

That is more than enough about me and my woes.  How have you been, my friend? I hope that you are staying out of trouble and also out of married womens’ beds. Remember what happened the last time? I’ve told Liss about you and some of your amorous adventures.  She is excited to meet you someday. I think that you two will be fast friends.

I miss you, Ben.  I hope that our paths will cross soon.

Take care,

Nathaniel

P.S. Have you been in contact with Erina? I know it isn’t any of my concern, but I hope she is all right.

Dear Nate,

Andraste’s knickers!  It’s really you. You really wrote to me.  I can hardly believe my eyes. I waited a bit, but after months of nothing, I thought for sure you’d forgotten me.  I’m glad to learn that you didn’t. Sorry about the other stuff though. It’s a damn shame what happened to your lass’ family, and what happened to yours.

Arrested? Nearly executed? Conscripted? And here I thought you were a model of lawful behavior.  I am kidding of course. I know it’s been a difficult time for you, and I’m sure your head hasn’t been screwed on properly since you learned about your old man.  It’s good you found your place, and something to give you a purpose. As much as I miss you, you were miserable here. It was obvious to anyone who talked to you for more than five minutes.

Of course I remember your Fereldan lass, the love of your life and object of your undying affection.  How could I possibly forget? It’s like you had your own little personal rain cloud with her name all over it.  Is that gone? Now that you’ve got her, that is? I hope you can finally be happy. You deserve it.  

Glad to hear that she finds my amorous adventures entertaining.  Someone ought to. I personally did not enjoy getting my arse kicked by the cheese merchant. Twice.  It’s not my fault his wife told me he was dead! I’ve managed to avoid anything of the sort for almost a year now.  I thought my image needed a bit of a change once I was knighted. Figured it was about time I be respectable.

That, and Ri glares at me disapprovingly whenever she finds out I’ve done something unscrupulous.  She returned to Starkhaven when I did. Said she didn’t want to leave me unsupervised, but I know that’s not the truth.  She’s scared to be alone, and I don’t blame her. I’ve been watching her back, and she’s watching mine. She’s a good friend, and I think she’d be happy to know you asked about her.  I know you’ve got it in your head that she hates you, but she doesn’t. She cares about you, but the past is the past. Last time we talked about it, she said she met someone in Denerim and that they’re staying in touch. Some blacksmith or something.

Anyway, it’s really good to hear from you, Nate. Make sure you find me if your Warden duties ever bring you up to the Marches! I’ll buy you and that lass of yours a pint on the king’s tab.  Not really— but you get the sentiment.  

Don’t be a stranger!

Love,

Ben

Dear Nathaniel,

I am certain that you are already aware that I will be returning to Ferelden in Drakonis.  Albert and I planned on leaving just after we received Queen Anora’s letter, but the baby came much earlier than expected, and he was ill for weeks.  I had to recover as well. Now, we have a happy, healthy baby boy: Aidan Nathaniel Howe. Aidan, after Albert’s grandfather, his hero, and Nathaniel after mine (I know you’re scowling, and stop it.  It’s rude). We decided to give him the Howe name to make his status as the heir amply known.  

Ha! Heirs. Succession.  It seems so strange to be thinking about all of those things now doesn’t it?  I never thought that our family would have any claim to Amaranthine again, and now… it’s all in my hands.  Maker, I wish Thomas were still alive to see it. As much as he tormented me when we were younger, I miss him dearly.

Anyway, I just thought you would want to know about your nephew.

See you soon.

Love,

Delilah

Dear Delilah,

I am happy to hear that both you and the baby are doing well.  No, I am not scowling that you gave him my name. I do not believe I am worthy of such an honor as I have not exactly been the world’s most present older brother, but I accept it graciously nonetheless.  It means a lot to me, Sister. I am looking forward to meeting him.

So is Liss, which is an entirely different topic, isn’t it?

Weeks after I visited you in Amaranthine, and completely by coincidence, I rescued Fergus from some refugee bandits. He told me that Liss survived.  I know I should have written to you about it at that very moment. She is your friend too, after all. To no one’s surprise, I handled my emotions poorly, and I have been working to get everything sorted out ever since.  I hope the news of her survival will make you happy enough that you are not too cross with me about not telling you sooner.

See you soon.

Love,

Nathaniel

P.S. I miss Thomas, too.

Dear Thomas, How long do you intend to keep our sister in the dark about your survival?  I hope not indefinitely because I cannot stand lying to her about something so serious.  She loves you and deserves better.

There will be a formal celebration at the beginning of Drakonis.  If I were you, I would make certain that my arse was there.  

Love, Nathaniel

Vigil's Keep - Drakonis, 9:32 Dragon

Nathaniel stood at his mirror, adjusting his collar and making himself look presentable.  At first, he had loathed the notion of individually tailored Warden formal wear on principle, however, he could not argue that the blue dovetail overcoat— adorned with silver filigree patterns on the chest, collar, shoulders, and cuffs— suited him.  He could hardly remember owning anything so nice, even as a child when he was paraded about in front of his well-to-do Bryland grandmother like a tragic little doll. The designer was indeed remarkable at her craft.

The past few days had been eventful, to say the very least.  Two days prior, Fergus had shown up at the keep with a very large mabari in tow, who was overjoyed to be reunited with Liss, who appeared to return the sentiment.  She had greeted Bear, as she called him, before she ever said a word to Fergus. Nathaniel offered him an apology, but Fergus claimed to have expected as much from his sister.  They spent several hours catching up while Liss wrestled with the dog on the floor, chiming in to the conversation as she deemed fit. It felt almost like old times.

Then, just the day before,  Delilah and her family arrived safely from across the Waking Sea.  Her husband, Albert, was a tall, stout man with dark blonde hair and a full beard.  Despite his imposing appearance, he was soft spoken and genial, doting tenderly upon Aidan while Delilah talked to Liss.  He was the complete opposite of Father in every way. There was no question as to why Delilah adored him.

Aidan was a beautiful baby with dark eyes and a head full of raven hair.  He was not incredibly fond of meeting new people, however, fussing and crying when Nathaniel and Liss tried to hold him.  Liss had managed to console him, bouncing on her heels and humming. She was tearful, clearly thinking about her own nephew, but she managed to hold it together until later that evening.  Nathaniel held her while she cried, and promised her that envy did not make her a bad person.

Now, he was simply biding time until Delilah’s celebration began, attempting to ignore the ache in his chest and the years of painful memories he had come to associate with noble gatherings.  Rationally, he could tell himself that this was different, that father was no longer alive to torment him, and that it was going to be fun. However, there seemed to be no convincing himself of that emotionally.  Dread loomed over him, like a dark cloud foreboding a storm, but dissipated quickly when there was a knock at the door.

“Yes,” he asked as he pulled the door open, recoiling when it was not a uniformed guard as he expected, but rather an elf in dark armor with an unusual facial tattoo spanning his left temple and cheek bone, “Who are you?”

“The Warden-Commander told me you would be suspicious, and you did not disappoint.” The man let out a hearty laugh before continuing.  “I am Zevran Arainai, at your service. I met your father once. He hired me to kill dear Lucia, a mission I am pleased to have failed.”

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. “You’re an assassin?”

“ Was an assassin,” he corrected, “Now, I kill assassins.  A much better profession, no?”

“Can I help you?”

“Right, right,” Zevran said with another laugh, “Straight to the point.  There are two things. First, Lucia asked me to tell you she needs to speak with you before the festivities begin.  She is waiting up on the battlements.”

“She couldn’t have just sent a guard?” A smirk twitched on Nathaniel’s lips.

“Well, I had a delivery to make, and since I was coming to find you anyway…”

“A delivery?”

The elf grinned mischievously and glanced to his left, nodding at something or someone who stood next to him.  He stepped to the side and another figure took his place, face obscured by a dark hood. The figure reached up to pull back the hood, and Nathaniel’s breath caught in his throat as familiar blue eyes stared back at him.

“T-thomas,” he said reaching forward and placing his hands on his brother’s shoulders.

“The one and only,” Thomas answered, voice strained even as a smile stretched across his face.

“What are you doing here,” Nathaniel asked as he embraced his brother briefly, punctuating the hug with a pat on the back.

“Got your letter,” Thomas said, holding out a piece of parchment and sighing, “Despite the fact that I loathe being battered into submission by my own guilt, you were right to do so. It wasn’t fair to keep Delilah in the dark like that.”

“So she knows you’re here?”

“I held the baby and everything.  I’m a little wounded that she named him after you instead of memorializing her deceased brother.”

“She doesn’t have a deceased brother,” Nathaniel stated dryly.  

“She didn’t know that,” Thomas exclaimed, and in the background, the elf snickered. “Anyway, I just wanted to stop by and have a touching, brotherly moment before all of the festivities start.  I wouldn’t want to pry you away from Lady Elissa.”

“Have you talked to her?”

“Accidentally bumped into her in the hallway without my hood on a bit ago.  It was awkward. She cried, and you know how horrible I am when people cry.”

Nathaniel laughed and shook his head. “I am certain you handled it appropriately.”

“If you say so,” Thomas sighed.  He paused for a moment, glanced at Zevran and then brought his eyes back to Nathaniel. “You should probably go speak to your commander now.  Apparently, it’s important. I will catch up with you later.”

“You better.”

As soon as his brother and Zevran disappeared down the hallway, Nathaniel made his way outside and up the several flights of steps to the battlements.  It was nearing dusk, and the deep orange of sunset burned across the chilly evening sky. He saw Lucia immediately, her own formal blue coat and sparkling silver decoration standing out against the backdrop.  She leaned over the parapet and peered out over the courtyard. Nathaniel still had not determined whether she did that to observe the people below, or if it was simply a way for her to lose herself in her own thoughts.  Perhaps it was both.  

He approached her slowly and cleared his throat, hoping not to startle her.  She rose up off her elbows and turned to face him, smiling almost imperceptibly.  “I am glad you got my message.”

“What do you need of me?”

Lucia sighed heavily, posture drooping as she did so, more defeated than relaxed. “I received correspondence from the First Warden, and he is less than pleased with me.”

“Why,” Nathaniel inquired, “Is it because of Amaranthine?”

Laughing bitterly, she answered, “No.  He cited my ‘failure to act in accordance with Grey Warden protocol.’ I was a Grey Warden for less than a day when the Blight fell into my lap.  There was no protocol.”

“The First Warden can rot,” he remarked, only somewhat joking.

Lucia snorted and shook her head.  “I am doing the best I can with the resources available to me.  I think that he would have been satisfied with that answer had I not ‘let’ Anders run off.”

“You did not ‘let’ him do anything.  He did not exactly ask for permission.”

The mage had left Vigil’s Keep, possessed by Justice just a week or so prior.  There would have been no stopping him without killing him, and nobody wanted to do that.  He was their friend.

“He hasn’t ever asked for permission for as long as I’ve known him.” She frowned, a line forming between her brows. “I should have known.”

“You saved his life,” Nathaniel pointed out,  “If you had not conscripted him, who is to say the Templars would not have had him executed as soon as they returned to Kinloch Hold.”

“I know, but to him it was as if I slapped another set of shackles on his wrists. I understand.”  She smiled again, but this time, there was a sadness to it that had not been present before. “I did not ask you to come here so that I could complain about Anders for the fiftieth time.”

“Why did you send for me, then?”

“To appease the First Warden I am falling in line with as much of standard protocol as I can conscience.  I refuse to let people enter their Joinings unprepared, no matter how much he twists my arm.” She paused and took a step away from the parapet, turning to face Nathaniel “But they are correct in that it would serve me well to appoint a second-in-command.  If anything, recent events have proven that I need one.”

“So, Alistair, then?”

She shook her head.   “I asked him his thoughts on the matter, considering that he is technically the most senior Warden in the country and should, for all intents and purposes, outrank me.”

“Let me guess,” Nathaniel added, “He wanted nothing to do with it.”

“He thinks it should be you.”  She hesitated. “And I am inclined to agree with him.”

He flinched, words stunning him as if they’d been lobbed in his direction from across an empty room.  “You’re serious.”

“I typically am.” Lucia smirked, and then continued.  “Looking back over these past few months I see how I leaned on you for so many things, both related to the Wardens and otherwise.  You have never let me down, not once. You supported my most difficult decisions. You placed yourself in harm's way to save my life.”

“You would be comfortable with having a second-in-command who is an insubordinate arse?”  Nathaniel raised his eyebrows, grin twitching at the corners of his mouth.

“I was comfortable with having a Grey Warden who wanted me dead.  Insubordination is a non-issue,” she explained matter-of-factly, “Besides, I think that a good second-in-command would not be afraid to oppose and challenge me when necessary.”

He thought for a moment, considering the weight of such a position, and what it meant for his future.  He could not see himself refusing. The Wardens had given him a new life, a new purpose, and he was proud that Lucia considered him for the title.

“If you are certain,” he said, finally,” Then I gladly accept.”

“I am,” she assured him, looking down and pulling a small, silver brooch in the shape of an encircled griffon feather from her pocket.  She reached forward and began to pin it to the collar of his coat. “Here. A symbol of your new rank.”

“And what is my new rank?”  He watched as she finished securing the pin and pulled away.

“Warden-Constable,” she said, flashing a grin and patting him gently on the shoulder. “Thank you.  For everything.”

He bit back the sting of tears, and replied. “It has been my honor.”

“Yes, well.”  Lucia cleared her throat, uncomfortable with whatever emotion she currently felt, “I should probably go check on Alistair before the festivities begin.  He was not thrilled with the new outfit, claims armor would be more comfortable.”

Nathaniel chuckled quietly and nodded.  “I will see you downstairs.”

They parted ways, and Nathaniel made his way back inside and down to the corridor where the Wardens’ quarters lay.  With the visit from Thomas and meeting with Lucia, he was most certainly late, but he hoped that Liss had not gone ahead to the main hall without him.  Ridiculous as it was, he looked forward to escorting her. He approached her door and knocked.

“Come in,” Liss chirped without so much as asking who was there.  

Nathaniel twisted the knob and pushed open the door, entering the room slowly.  Liss stood on the far side, back to him as she looked into a mirror, pinning her hair back from her face.  She turned to face him, her smile illuminating the entire room and warming him to the core.

“Hey Nate,” she said, twirling around in her new attire, dark gray breeches and a long blue overcoat with slitted sleeves that ran the length of the coat.  The bust and collar were adorned with similar silver decorations as his own coat, but the neckline swooped down just below her collarbone. She stopped and glanced down before flicking her eyes back up to him. “What do you think?”

“I— you look…” Nathaniel attempted a sentence, grasping for any words that made sense.  He laughed, gathered himself, and continued. “Beautiful seems like an understatement.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” She laughed and moved to straighten his collar, noticing the new griffon wing pinned there.  She ran her thumb over the surface and brought her eyes up to him, grinning uncontrollably. “Warden-Constable.”

He eyed her curiously. “How did you know?”

“Alistair let it slip a few days ago. Made me swear that I wouldn’t tell you.”

“You are terrible at keeping secrets. I am not certain how you managed.”

“I wanted you to be surprised,” she explained, reaching up to pinch his cheek.  She giggled when he scowled. “Also, as it turns out, seeing that crooked, proud smile of yours when you walked in was entirely worth the wait.”

“Are you flirting with me, my lady,” he asked, bringing his hands to her waist.

“Maybe.” Liss eyes glittered with amusement as she pressed herself flush against him and tilted her head back, “What of it?”  

“Nothing,” he whispered, leaning forward to capture her lips. It was brief and gentle, just enough to make the air in the room feel heavier.  He moved to kiss her again, but was interrupted by a nudge at his legs and a loud bark. Liss pressed her lips together and huffed, looking down at the enormous dog beside them.

“Bear,” she scolded, “Jealousy is unbecoming for a hound of your pedigree.”

Bear hung his head and whimpered, tail slowing its wagging to a halt.  Liss knelt down and scratched roughly behind his ears, and he peeked up instantly.

“Besides,” she added, “I’ve got room enough in my heart for both of you.”

Bear barked cheerfully, appearing to be satisfied with her answer, and trotted away to lay on his bed in the corner of the room.  Liss rose to her feet and sighed. “Sorry, he’s just territorial. He’ll get over it, I’m sure.”

“I can’t blame him,” Nathaniel teased, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. “It is no doubt for the best that he interrupted us.  We’re already late enough as it is.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she said with feigned annoyance.  

“Shall we head downstairs, my lady,” he asked, offering her his arm.  

She smiled and accepted, hooking her arm through his.  “Lead the way, my love.”

Nathaniel froze, stunned by the innocent, yet incredibly powerful turn of phrase.  He had to remind himself to breathe, and when he looked at Liss, she bit her lip. Laughing and shaking his head, he led her down the hallway and toward the stairwell.

As they entered the hall, bustling with people, from nobility to Wardens, soldiers to servants, Nathaniel realized the dread he’d expected to loom over him the whole evening had not returned.  Instead, as he scanned the room that looked so different from its typical austerity, he saw his friends and family, people who cared for him and respected him. For so many years, his father’s opinion of him had rung so loudly in his ears, he could hear no one else.  He expected to spend his days miserable and his nights lonely, to matter to no one and amount to nothing. None of it was true, and it never had been.  

He turned his head to look at Liss, her presence at his side like sunlight to a wilted flower, constant and encouraging just as it alway was. He had never quite been able to come up with a definitive reason for why he fell in love with her so many years ago. He had never understood what it was that made her so different from any other beautiful, kind person he had known.  But now, he knew.

The way she looked at him now, standing at the highest point in his life so far, was completely indistinguishable from the way she looked at him when he was nothing more than a miserable, grumpy child. She had seen value in him when he was convinced he did not have any, and she had never given up her determination to show him just exactly what she saw.

She loved him when there was not much to love, and for that reason among many others, he would love her forever.

He had spent so many summers hidden away while everyone else celebrated, pretended he hated eating, drinking, and merry-making so that it felt like staying in his room was a choice.  He had wasted so many chances to have fun, to drink a bit too much, to make friends, to kiss his dearest friend until their lips were numb. He was not certain now how he had so much restraint as a child and adolescent.  He knew without question he could not manage it now.

He was tired of temperance.

Tonight, surrounded by friends and loved ones, at a get-together so much like those of his youth, he had a chance to finally live.

[askdragonagecompanions]

Hi! I’m sorry if I’m annoying, but I wanted to ask, how would the DAI romances help the Inquisitor get used to their left arm being missing from the end of Trespasser? Sorry if it’s bad.

[Don’t worry you’re not annoying at all

Dorian: Maker Dorian feels horrible for what happened to his Amatus. The man needs a break. He had been away tending to some family business in Tevinter for the past few months and he had missed his amatus so much. He had gotten more excited than he probably should have when he was told he was going to be the Tevinter ambassador, because it meant he had an excuse to see his amatus. The man had hidden the anchor flare ups well at first. Dorian didn’t even know that the anchor was bothering the Inquisitor. He was just so caught up with seeing him, having to tell him he was going to take over his father’s spot as Magister... He should have noticed. He should have been able to do something, at least to make the pain less horrible. Dorian thought he was going to lose his amatus, after everything they’d been through he couldn’t lose the man now. Dorian postponed going back to Tevinter for months. His amatus needed him and the Magisterium could wait a few more months. Dorian stayed by the Inquisitor’s side, and with the Inquisition disbanded he had more time to just relax and heal. Dorian would help put on the salve and change the bandages in the first month so that infection wouldn’t set in. They started slow, just helping the Inquisitor put on his shirts at first, then when he had more energy they started on reworking his balance in battle. Even if he wasn’t Inquisitor anymore he would always need to protect himself. The first month was the hardest for the Inquisitor. Dorian doesn’t even want to think what it would have been like if he was alone. Some days he can’t even get the Inquisitor to leave his bed, so Dorian laid down next to him and just held him close. He would murmur sweet nothings, affirmations that the Inquisitor was still his amatus, that they were both still alive. He didn’t know what was going through his love’s mind, but Dorian made sure he was there for the Inquisitor every step of the way. When the Inquisitor’s arm is healed enough that it no longer needs a bandage, Dorian can see that his amatus is avoiding even looking at it. So, during quiet moments when its just the two of them Dorian gives it a little kiss, and then him a gentle kiss. “I love you. I am... so glad I still have you with me amatus.” and he lets the Inquisitor lean against him. Eventually he can no longer put off returning to Tevinter, but they each have the amulets Dorian charmed so that they can talk to each other. Dorian talks with his amatus every day... Maker he misses that man so much, but he’s confident now that the Inquisitor will make it. It’s going to be hard, but he no longer fears losing him. Whenever they do get to steal time to be with each other Dorian treasures it. 

Solas: Solas knew that the anchor would eventually kill the Inquisitor if he didn’t do something about it. What he didn’t plan for was falling in love with her. After Corypheus was defeated he knew he had to leave. If he didn’t leave then he didn’t know if he ever could, and Solas didn’t want her to follow him on this journey. He was going to have to do so many things... he didn’t want to put his Vhenan through that it would be selfish. He had already been selfish by even entering a relationship with her. He couldn’t let his actions be her end, so he began to think of a way to lead the Inquisitor to him without exposing himself too early on. He couldn’t have the Inquisition stopping him, and he did need a way to warn the Inquisition of the Qunari’s plot. He used the Eluvians to lead the Inquisitor to himself. He knew she would be smart enough to follow the trail. He could save her. When she arrived her arm was worse than he thought. For a moment it was almost impossible to talk. His heart was in his throat and he wanted nothing more than to embrace her and hold her close. “So you really are him... you’re the Dread Wolf.” Her voice held so much sadness and contempt. Solas just hoped that she would understand why he hadn’t told her. He used his magic to give them more time, so that they could talk and he could try to explain what he was doing and why he had to do it. Solas removed his Vhenan’s arm so that the anchor would not kill her. He made sure her companions found her before leaving. Solas is not there to help her recover from losing her arms even though he desperately wants to be. He must walk this path alone. He has already put the Inquisitor through too much pain. She said she would prove him wrong, and Solas hoped she would. He would love to be proven wrong again...

Sera: It just wasn’t fair. The whole meeting to decide if the Inquisition was needed or not already sucked, but hey Sera turned it into a good thing and she and Inky got married and it was great! But then that stupid anchor... Sera felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. Inky had been looking a little green around the gills lately, but she always said she was just nervous and she’d be okay. Sera believed her of course cause it was her Inky, she fought Corypheshit and survived so Sera just assumed it was a little cold. Then the anchor started acting up more and more and it was physically hurting Inky. Her arm really started to look bad, and no matter the salves Sera put on it it was just getting worse. She knew it was killing Inky and it wasn’t fair! This was supposed to be their happy ending not Inky dying because of something she never asked to have, not full of Qunari warriors trying to kill them all and start a war cause of some wolf. Then Inky went through that mirror by herself and Sera kept trying to get through it because Inky needed her help and she was not going to lose her wife! Finally the stupid thing started working and they could get to Inky it wasn’t a pretty sight. Sera was a mess back at the Winter Palace while the healers helped get the Inquisitor stable. Sera couldn’t believe they were still going to make her address all those people after losing her fucking arm! Ugh, she was taking down names to pie later. She’s by Inky’s side the whole time. She can’t help but fret for the first week. It’s still giving Inky pain even though the healers all said there is no more fade magic in the arm that should be hurting her. They cuddle a lot and Sera tries to cheer her up whenever she can, but she understands that this has got to be really hard on the Inquisitor. She can’t imagine how it’s gotta feel, but Sera does love that they don’t have to worry about all the Inquisition business right now. She can just focus on helping get her Inky back on her feet. Sera’s very gentle, she tells a lot of stories about her favorite pranks she’s pulled especially on stuck up nobles who thought they were untouchable. She gets really excited as she tells Inky about how she’s been working on designing a pie arrow. On really good days she takes Inky to the gardens so they can look at the bees together. Sera makes it her goal to make the Inquisitor smile at least once a day even if it’s only for a second she’ll know she succeeded. She makes sure the Inquisitor knows she’s not going to leave her side, that she’s still Thedas’s most kickass woman ever, and that they’re friggin married! When the Inquisitor feels ready enough Sera starts taking her on small Red Jenny missions and she loves hearing her giggle while they prank the nobles that needed it. She stays by the Inquisitor’s side and is there for her whenever she needs her. 

Iron Bull: Bull had a feeling that this meeting would be a bit of a shit show. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited to see all his friends again and get to be with his Kadan, it was just that they had the worst luck out of anyone he’d ever met. Bull had known something was up with them for a while now. They wouldn’t tell him what, but he knew they weren’t feeling the best either. When he heard about the anchor flare ups from Leliana he was worried. They should have told him sooner. He... he knows he couldnt’ have done anything to stop it but he could have helped them. He could have supported them and given them someone to talk to if they were worried about it. Bull needed to stay strong though. his Kadan needed him to be strong and so he was. They were both going to make it through this together. He had been Tal Vashoth for a few years now so he had no idea that the Qun was planning such a large attack. He couldn’t believe they tried to get him to rejoin the Qun and abandon his Kadan. The final battle was so intense and he’d lost track of the Inquisitor. The anchor flare ups were happening so frequently and every time the Inquisitor would cry out. Bull just kept fighting, kept trying to keep enemies off of his Kadan. When they finally won and got back to the Winter Palace it was clear that Bull was nervous, well clear to anyone who knew him well enough. He knew what it was like to lose a part of yourself and for the Inquisitor to lose their arm it was going to be a big change. When they wake up he’s by their side, smiling and probably a little misty eyed because, “Kadan I love you so much, but please don’t ever scare me like that again.” And he kisses them. He speaks softly as he tells them they lost their arm and it pains him to see them look so distraught. He holds them close and assures them they’re not alone in this. He knows it’s going to be tough. The Inquisitor is going to have to learn and relearn a lot of things, especially in combat, but for the first month he makes sure that the Inquisitor is just taking it easy. Their body needs time to recover, to heal. Besides, with no Inquisition Charger stuff can wait. The Chargers stop by all the time. Bull takes his Kadan to the Tavern when they’re more stable and they all laugh and tell stories with the Chargers. They’ve all gotten hurt pretty bad. Bull gives the Inquisitor massages and little kisses and assures them they’re still a bad ass, still gorgeous, that their scars just show how tough they are. Bull likes scars. It’s proof that someone survived through something dangerous. Once they’re physically healthy again and they’re comfortable with it he starts stealing away nights with them again. Maker knows they need to release some of that tension. Bull is very encouraging. When the Inquisitor has a bad day and breaks down he sits with them and lets them get it all, lets them cry and vent, and he affirms that yeah this fucking sucks, but he helps them see the positives too. He loves the Inquisitor more than he thought possible, and to Bull just having them here is enough. He’s there for them, whatever they need he’ll give. 

Blackwall: Blackwall had been terrified that he was going to lose the Inquisitor. He may not have had spy training, but he knew the Inquisitor and he knew there was something she wasn’t telling him. He would try to ask, but she kept assuring him everything was okay, that she was just worried about the meeting. He didn’t believe her entirely, but he wouldn’t press further. He kept giving her physical affection, though. Small kisses, assuring squeezes of the hand, hugs. He wanted her to know that he was there for her, that she could tell him anything. And then everything went tits up. Apparently the Qunari got the idea that the Inquisition was working with one of their enemies and were going to launch a full scale attack and so it was up to them to stop it and save the world... again. With each fight the Inquisitor just looked worse. She was exhausted and the anchor was definitely doing something to her. It was killing her. “Maker I cannot lose you...” He felt like his world was shattering and he hugged her. He hugged her close and tight and willed his tears to not fall but they wouldn’t listen. “We’re going to make it through this, both of us.” He couldn’t lose her, not now, not after everything they had gone through. She deserved peace, not death from something she couldn’t control. He was relieved when they won, but for a few days it was still dicey. The Inquisitor was in and out of consciousness, she had lost her arm, but it kept her alive. With the anchor gone she was finally starting to heal. Blackwall had known many soldiers who lost a limb before. They could still fight, it just took an adjustment period to learn a different way to fight, to learn new balance, and honestly just to accept that their limb was gone. When the Inquisitor truly wakes up he hugs her close and kisses her. “I thought I’d lost you...” He murmured against her. The Inquisitor took the news relatively well. She was determined to still attend the meeting even though she had only just woken. He was nervous she was going to push herself too far, but when the Inquisitor set her mind to something there really was no stopping her. He stayed by her side. She traveled with Blackwall, as he had made it his mission to help people like him, who had made mistakes in their past, to give them a second chance and hope. Blackwall helps the Inquisitor cope, he comforts her, when she cries and apologizes he assures her there’s no need. On days where she gets ghost pains Blackwall holds her hand and lets her squeeze to help with the pain. Most importantly he makes sure she knows that she’s loved, that together they can and have made it through the Fade and back. 

Cassandra: She had gotten so busy with rebuilding the Seekers that she really hadn’t had a lot of time with the Inquisitor in the months before the meet. Perhaps if she had been there she would have known sooner. The world was already crashing down around then and then she learned that she was losing her love too? It was infuriating and terrifying and she pulled him into a kiss, “I am not losing you. You are not going to die on me.” It was an order. She wasn’t going to lose him, not after everything they’d been through together. She actually managed to get a laugh out of him and she smiled weakly. “You should know I’m not joking.” “I know.” He murmured and kissed her again. They one the battle. Cassandra did not care about her own injuries and shooed away any Healer that tried to attend to her. She would be fine. She wanted them to attend to the Inquisitor first, he was more important. Only once he was stable did she allow for herself to be tended to. Cassandra was surprised when he disbanded the Inquisition but a part of her was glad. It meant they could be together with no duties keeping them apart. When he woke up she was by his side. She broke the news as gently as she could. Cassandra knows she is not the best at being gentle or helping with emotions, but she has been working on it. Ever since she and the Inquisitor got together she wanted to be better for him. Mainly she helps with the physical aspects of losing a limb. She encourages him to work on his balance, to learn how to use just one arm, simple things at first, and the more he healed the more complex the exercises became. She spars with him, she does not go easy. He needs to relearn, he needs to be able to protect himself. When he gets overwhelmed she’s at his side and there to help him calm down. She tells him about how far hes come, how he’s survived demons, dragons, ancient magisters, and ancient magic that was killing him. She feels guilty when she’s the one who caused him to be overwhelmed. She’s only trying to help and she knows she can do too much sometimes. She makes up for it by holding him close at night and running her hand through his hair while she reads to him. She knows just how to calm him down and help him relax. When she sees him avoiding his arm, or looking at it with disdain she pulls him into a kiss and puts her hand on that shoulder. “I know it is hard to accept, but think of it as a sign that you survived, that you are alive because... I do not know what I would have done without you. I love you.”

Cullen: The Inquisitor has done so much for him, and honestly he was quite nervous about this meeting. Nobles forget too fast how the Inquisition saved them from the world being destroyed from a giant breach in the sky, and now that the threat was gone they wanted to make sure that the Inquisition was either disbanded or allied to a certain power so that they wouldn’t have to worry about a new power taking over. It was all bullshit in his opinion. He stayed by the Inquisitor’s side through it all. He loved her so much, though lately he was worried. Some nights he would wake to her gone from their bed. She assured him she was fine, just getting some water, but he didn’t believe her. She looked to shaken up. He assumed it was just nightmares, but she never really told him. Then her mark flared in front of him and his heart sank. Maker not now... he couldn’t lose her, but it wasn’t like they could stop either. The world was in their hands again and she had to fight, and he had to stay and make sure that everyone was prepared in case... in case she didn’t succeed. Before she left he held her close and kissed her, their foreheads pressed together gently. “Please come back to me my love... I... can’t lose you.” His voice was quiet and pleading. “I’ll do my best Cullen.” Their hearts were heavy, though. This was an impossible situation and her anchor was already so bad. When the party came back Cullen feared the worse when he saw how they were carrying her. The healers came and he paced outside of the tent until he was finally let in. Cullen didn’t leave her side. Maker she was okay. When she woke up he kissed her forehead and gave her a teary smile. His new mabari also came to kiss her and they both laughed. “He was worried about you too.’ He murmured. Cullen had helped others go through something similar back when he was a Templar. It was never easy, but having support helped. He did not coddle her, but when he saw her getting overwhelmed he would step in and help until she was ready to try on her own again. He reminded her everyday that she was not weak, that she had succeeded, that they were together and she was alive and that was all that mattered. It did them both good that they were no longer in the Inquisition. They had a chance to breathe. He was honestly ready for it. He was tired of fighting and he just wanted to settle. While she was healing he would lay next to her at night and tell her of how they could go visit his family back in Ferelden, how he wanted to build them their own cabin. She smiled and he grinned back. He knew as long as they had each other they could survive anything. 

Josephine: One would have thought that with Corypheus gone her work load would have been easier, but it was the exact opposite. Without a major threat uniting the lands nobles began to either try and buy the Inquisition or call for them to be disbanded. In all her haste of preparing for the meet and trying to keep everything under control and calm Josephine had failed to notice her love’s declining health. They stayed so upbeat and when she did notice something she just assumed that it was nerves for the up coming meet. When she found out what was truly wrong she started to cry. Everything that could go wrong was. The nobles were threatening to disband the Inquisition, Leliana and Cullen were taking charge when they were supposed to be laying low and keeping the peace, and now her love was dying because of the anchor and there was nothing she could do. They still had to fight, to stop the Qunari attack and all she could do was try to keep the nobles at bay for a little while longer. She feels like her nerves are eating her alive the longer she has to wait to know if her love succeeded, to know if they are coming back to her. When they do she breaks down. She doesn’t care what the healers say she’s staying by their side the whole time. Josephine is already making plans. She’s going to contact some of the finest prosthetic makers she knows, she’ll get the healers to write down everything she needs to know to help ensure the Inquisitor makes a speedy recovery. She is going to do everything in her power to make them recover quickly and as smoothly as possible. She’s gentle and encourages them the whole time. When they break down she’s their to comfort them. When they call themself useless she presents them with a whole list on why they are the furthest thing from useless. She almost lost them twice, and she’s determined to not let that happen again. On days where they don’t want to get out of bed she stays with them and showers them in affection. She’s just happy to have them with her, to have them alive. It’s a few months later when she takes the Inquisitor to Antiva to meet her family. They still have bad days, she doesn’t expect that to go away. They went through so many horrible things, but she wants to build so many happy memories for them, so that when the bad days come around she can remind them that they’re not alone, that they’re loved, that each day is new and open for possibilities. She loves to hold their hand or lean against their shoulder. When it’s just the two of them at night she gives what remains of their arm a gentle kiss. Sometimes she sees a sad look in their eyes when they go to hug her and remember that it’ll never be the same, so she pulls them in closer and gives them a squeeze because “I love you. You’re here and I am so glad that you are.”

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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode (posted by i-see-light)

For my character Justine Park, 27, United States Marine

1.       Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with? She has one step-cousin, Alex, who is ten years younger than her. Alex thinks Justine is the coolest person on the planet.

2.       What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like? Justine was very much a momma’s girl although she has retained very few memories of her. She remembers being read to at night and her mother singing to her. Her mom was a stay at home mom who adored her daughter so their relationship was very positive.

3.       What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? Thankfully Justine has no memories at all of her father. She knows who he is but has no desire to have any kind of contact with him.  Her father is currently serving a life sentence for the murder of her mother and several soldiers, and trespassing on a military base.

4.       Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know? She was the sole witness to the murder of her mother and two of the soldiers who responded. She was only two at the time of the incident and cannot recall it but has a very strong sense of justice, tends to be very protective of the people in her life, and cannot sleep with doors or windows open.

5.       On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets? She always carries her SIG Sauer M11-A1, usually on a hip holster but occasionally on a shoulder holster. She doesn’t often carry a purse so she tends to only have the necessities, compact hand mirror, lipstick, keys, money, wallet, sunglasses. She also carried a pink fluffy heart from a teddy she was given as an infant.

6.       Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams? She frequently dreams about going to restaurants and bakeries. She can’t cook worth a damn but loves eating.

7.       Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? Her nightmares usually involve someone being in trouble and her being powerless to help. Limbs not working, running but not moving.

8.       Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target? Yes, many times. Her uncle (her mother’s wife’s brother) taught her to shoot when she was eight. She learned at a proper firing range so her targets were paper targets.

9.       Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up? It’s almost exactly how she remembers. They struggled due to her father’s drinking habits but after her mother married her wife they lived on a military base and lived very comfortably. Since she has joined the Corps  like her step mother and uncle her life has changed very little.

10.   Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing? Well it depends on the situation. On tour, more. At home, she’s happy in combats and a tank top.

11.   In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? A night time jump, her main chute didn’t deploy and her back up twisted before opening. She broke her left ankle upon landing. She’s just thankful it opened eventually and it was only a training jump.

12.   In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been? When she got a nice hot stone massage for her 21st birthday.

13.   Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way? No, she sees a fair amount of it. It concerns her.

14.   Does your character remember names or faces easier? Faces, most people she knows have their names stitched on their clothing anyway.

15.   Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not? No. Growing up a marine brat she valued the people around her more than anything, she’d seen people lose their loved ones and realised at a very young age how esily they could be taken away,

16.   Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success? Happiness.

17.   What was your character’s favorite toy as a child? A little white teddy her mother gave her the day she was born. She still has the teddy to this day although the heart it was holding fell off and she carries it as a good luck charm.

18.   Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others? Wisdom. As someone with no desire to climb the ladder she respects those who do but only if they can bring something to the role.

19.   What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? Due to the short amount of time she usually has free she tends to be very spontaneous in her relationships but choses men who are laid back and orderly who often don’t appreciate her spontaneity. She’s also very outgoing and chatty which can lead her partners to feeling left out or like she’s flirting with other people. When this happens she feels like they don’t trust her and she breaks it off, she can’t be in a relationship where there isn’t mutual trust.

20.   In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism? Justine is not quick to criticise others unless it puts her or others in danger. She does, more often than not, compare herself to others to emphasise her shortfalls to herself.

21.   If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others? She believes some things just happen, and that you should make the best of the situation. Not everything is going to go right all the time.

22.   What does your character like in other people? Energy, conversation, spontaneity, humour. She is a lively person and enjoys the company of other lively people.

23.   What does your character dislike in other people? Constant negativity, people who talk down on anyone serving in any branches of the military but especially the marines.

24.   How quick is your character to trust someone else? She will trust people until they give her a reason not to. Then it will be VERY difficult to earn that trust back.

25.   How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? She wants to see the best in people, so she will get that niggling feeling in a normal amount of time but until she sees absolute proof she’ll assume they’re innocent.

26.   How does your character behave around children? Justine ADORES children. Most people in her squad have kids and she loves spending time with them at any age, she’s always happy to babysit and goes to their parties with the best gifts.  Most kids love her right back due to her outgoing nature and complete willingness to play with them and make an ass of herself. She’s not 100% sure she wants any of her own though.

27.   How does your character normally deal with confrontation? Calmly, she’s trained to keep a level head. In her head she may be screaming and swearing but outwardly she’ll be cool and collected. She’ll do her best to deal with the matter in a calm, civilised manner.

28.   How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? She won’t unless she’s attacked first. Especially with a civilian since she’s trained in hand-to-hand.

29.   What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true? She wanted to be a marine like her mom (step-mom) and uncle Dane. Yes it did.

30.   What does your character find repulsive or disgusting? People who show disloyalty. Whether it be someone cheating on a partner or someone betraying the corps.

31.   Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable. Back yard, squad mates and their families around, barbecue on the go, a beer in hand.

32.   Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable. After her previous experience jumping out a plane she always has a moment of paralysing fear before a jump.

33.   In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? Willing to improve, she knows she isn’t, and can be, perfect but she wants to be the best she can.

34.   Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method? She’ll try something and if it didn’t work she’ll try to work out why it didn’t work before moving on to the next thing.

35.   How does your character behave around people they like? Lively, outgoing, cheerful. Generally happy.

36.   How does your character behave around people they dislike? Slightly more subdued but still cheery.

37.   Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status? Neither. She really isn’t interested in either.

38.   Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat? If the problem/threat is a problem/threat for others in the vicinity it/they will be removed. If not she will remove herself.

39.   Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)? She was stung by a bee once? She plants nice flowers in her garden and has a mini fountain of sugar water for them. So it hasn’t really.

40.   How does your character treat people in service jobs? Like fellow human beings.

41.   Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first? She has to earn it. Nothing in life should just be handed to people.

42.   Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them? Her step-mother. Her step-mother (Ann Park) adopted her when she was two. Ann and Lacey (her biological mother) were only married two months when Lacey was murdered.

43.   Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them? No.

44.   How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it? She is a very loving person, she loves her family and her friends. She considers her friends her family and would do anything for them. Romantically she has never felt that way about anyone so she isn’t sure.

45.   What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? She believes she will be reunited with her mother. She would rather not die for a long long time but she isn’t afraid of death.

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