#coilicah

[oddyssea]

@coilicah––––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

FEATURES ARE GRIM, hands folded in front of him as his eyes scan the area. HE’S got a keen sense for his piercing gaze cutting through people like BLADES THROUGH PAPER and while he’s not in the market to HURT ANYONE ( yet ) he chooses to remain alert. ESPECIALLY given the state of the Henbane River, it goes without saying he’s going to be as vigilant humanly possible. 

HE’S tensed for a moment when he feels someone walk beside him, his silence indicative of his deep thought. He’s trying to focus but after a moment he acknowledges her quietly.

“Do you need something?”

[thefcther-blog1]

And so the work continued. Hope County had been kind to them. The land, at least, if not the people. The soil was rich and took to their crops quickly. Old buildings that were no longer used were rebuilt and transformed into a sound compound that sat in the heart of what would eventually be their entire territory. In each region, bunkers large and safe were being constructed. 

Yet with every great work, accidents happened. For awhile, they scrounged up what communal information they had to take care of injuries. In some cases, they had no choice but to rely on the local doctor of the area--even if the doctor scoffed and scorned their work. 

That suffering, however, was made easier when Joseph was informed by Faith that she had taken a certified doctor into her land. This doctor had taken to the Bliss quite well. She seemed to have an interest in the Word and work that they were doing. Since they were in dire need of a doctor of their own, Joseph couldn’t allow her to become addled by the Bliss like certain other members of their flock. 

So, he took it upon himself to show this doctor the path, himself. A truck was driven into the Bliss-filled land that Faith governed. The lilting and melodic music that the people devoted to her region came on the radio. Joseph, in the passenger seat, hummed lightly to the music, fingers lightly tapping against the seam of the window. The breeze was warm--sweet. It was always sweet in this part of Hope County. 

The truck pulled up to a warehouse where the Bliss was being stored and processed. Faith awaited him here with the doctor. Dressed in his usual outfit--white shirt, black jacket, with his sunglasses put into place, Joseph smoothly left the truck and approached the warehouse. Those who worked the flowers reached for him as he passed. Murmurs of, “father, praised be,” reached his ears, and he placed his hand atop their heads, offering them all a prayer for strength and protection. 

After all, the locals were becoming tired of their presence here. Some of them were even becoming violent. A few members of his flock had been beaten already. Tensions were rising. It wouldn’t be long before the first seal was broken. Eventually, he entered the warehouse and found Faith dancing with a young woman. Giggles filled the warehouse. 

It warmed his heart to see Faith so free and light. When she had first come to him, she was nearly lost to the dark. “Sister,” he greeted her warmly. Faith released the young woman and came to him with a bright smile. He hugged her, and then pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re doing well. Keep to the work, and our family will be kept safe and warm through the harsh winters ahead.”

“Yes, Father,” Faith replied, eyes warm and happy. Once he released her, she stepped back and turned to the woman. “Father, this is Temperance. A doctor who has come to keep our flock healthy and strong.”

Joseph’s gaze fell on the doctor. Bliss clearly still danced in her veins, but he found her countenance warm and open despite it. “We are happy that God has moved you to join us, my child,” Joseph told her, his voice soft. His hand reached for hers and took it within his own. “You are going to become an important part of our family. Their well-being shall rest on your shoulders. I can only take care of their souls. You must keep their body strong.”

Pulling her closer to him, he looked back at Faith. “Come to dinner after Sunday’s sermon, sister. It’s been too long since we’ve all sat down and broke our meal together.” With those parting words given, he ushered the doctor out of the warehouse and to the truck. “Before you start to tend to our flock, doctor,” Joseph said, returning to the passenger seat, “you must first walk the Path.” He looked back at her. “And I’m going to walk it with you.”

@coilicah

[dcvilinside-a]

@coilicah || sc.

“It wasn’t you, was it?” He honestly doesn’t believe that for a second. Still, somehow his name had ended up all over the news along with the claim that he’s Daredevil, and he very desperately wanted to know why. The only person who knew who he was that Matt would think was involved with this was Fisk and he had already dealt with that, so he’s running out of options. “You didn’t-- you didn’t tell anyone? About me?”

[victorybird]

@coilicah liked for a canon one - liner ( accepting )

                      ❝ NO WORRIES !! Everything is dandy now !! ❞

[horrorempathya]

so if there's no sex for pleasure, is there sex under the guise to procreate or is that lying which is also a sin.

it’s  only  lying  if  you  get  caught.    yes,  absolutely.    we  are  sin  free  creatures  who  will  rise  up  in  new  eden  whole  and  new.

[terrorzer-blog]

🌻 would i be trash asking to do mine?

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH nova wow hi. i love you, to bits. let’s start there. you are so kind, sweet, funny, and patient oof wow. you also have such an incredibly GOOD and pure character. temp is what i aspire to be in my life. she is so well thought out and full of love. you are so talented. just the life you’ve given her puts me in awe, talking and writing with you is literally an honor ok.

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coilicah replied to your post: playing as a lady elf in da:i so i can _ _ _ _...

youre the first one i’ve seen who doesn’t like him omfg

da fandom: solas is so hot

me:

[peacefulapostle--a]

temperance is always the kindest and sweetest person there is, and she shows it to paul whenever he allows her and whenever she's able to show the apostle. this time, it's with berries. she holds up and small pint of them to him. ' i hope you're not allergic. and that they're sweet. one can never truly tell. '

@coilicah

         a  warm  smile  accompanies  bright  blue  eyes filled  with  joy  when  she  presents  him  with  the  small  gesture. ‘I’m  not  allergic. this  is  more  than  thoughtful.  thank  you.”  there  are  those  within  the  project  that  are  pure  of  heart  and  paul  can  typically  tell  a  troubled  soul  from  a  lost  one.  all  those  within  hope  county  seem  to  be  one  or  another. and  he  can  empathize  in  his  own  ways  and  help  guide  them  the  best  he  can.  ‘i’m  sure  they’ll  be  perfect.’

[fatesought]

' i like the idea of a long life spent kissing you. '

     “We can stay like this.” Not just tucked away, outside of view of the camps. Far from Inquisition agents trying to flag down her attention, or advisors wanting to plan the next day, or obligations or duty. Tucked behind a large oak with an arm around Temperance’s waist and another raised higher, braced against the trunk itself. Peaceful, but regretfully vigilante as he still finds the need to periodically look over her shoulder and see for himself that nothing is sneaking up on them. Were it not for their height difference, he might assume the same of her. 

     “I...I don’t have to return to Orlais,” he offered gently, before he had the chance to take them back. A part of him would always be pulled back, indebted to tend and fight for those without. But the past shared months had made it clear that Thedas would never see her as separate from the Inquisitor; seperate from the mark and the green light that it cast in the fading evening. He couldn’t ask her to follow in such footsteps... but the thought of being so permanently removed from her frankly, panicked the brunette. “When I said that I hoped to be kept at your side, I meant it. I’ll follow you, to whatever ends that means. You can have as many kisses as you’d like, love. And where you’d like them as well.”

[samenkomen]

“think    you    can    hang         with    the    big    boys    ?”              rusty    asks.         smirk    present    upon    his    face    as    his    right    hand    holds    a    wrapped    burger. 

@coilicah   !                      /  /                         ASKED    FOR    RUSTY    RYAN

[oddyssea]

@coilicah–––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

HE RAPS the back of his pen against the notepad in his lap, SEATED comfortably in the middle of the EASTERN CULTURES exhibit with eyes seeming to dance over the various cases depicting farming techniques used in DYNASTIC CHINA ages ago. It brings him back to the ‘good old days’ of his ripe youth in which he performed feats that others still to this day think FOOLISH.

HE SCRIBBLES down a few details pertaining to what they could do for the LUNAR NEW YEAR coming up ( he suspects perhaps a table with pamphlets about the Chinese new year & its cyclical explanation ). He favors such little events. It keeps the museum busy & interesting so it isn’t the exact same thing every time someone visited.

IT’S AFTER he leans over that he pulls his walkie from his hip and calls a brief moment of informational passage betwixt himself and another department head.

“Oi, what’d I tell ya ‘bout makin’ sure y’keep the halls clear when we’ve got a damn tour group comin’ through here. I thought y’said ya had it handled...”

AND THEN his attention pulls back to the sound of an EXCUSE that he’s in no mood to hear, so he instead shuts the walkie off.

“Nope. Ain’t worth it.”

[patriiiarch]

gomez addams being The Most(tm) in everything since ever.

[dcvilinside-a]

@coilicah liked. || not accepting

“I’m fine,” Matt said before she got to him, surely asking where he had been stabbed this time. For once, that wasn’t a lie-- He was just tired, and needed a place to rest before he could even think of parkouring back home.

“Is it okay if I stay here for a bit?” He asked, taking off his mask. “I just need to sit down for a while and your place was closer, I’m sorry.”

[victorybird]

@coilicah liked for a starter ( accepting )

❝ WORD OF ADVICE,  kid -- don’t get too wrapped up in this hero business.  They’ll eat you alive,  each and every one. ❞  Words spoken from experience,  and Victoria will not pretend otherwise.  None of them choose to take up the mantle,  but it cannot be put down,  either.  And they will ask for more,  and more,  and more,  until each of them have given everything they’ve got -- and then some.  This Inquisitor -- she seems sweet.  Holding into too much hope and determination and kindness.  The sort that will be bled DRY.  

                        ❝ Do you believe all this stuff they’re saying about you?  That you’re Andraste’s Herald,  come to save us all?  Do you even believe in the Maker? ❞

[horrorempathya]

‘i let you down.’

it’s  the  truth  ,  but  to  some  people  those  words  are  as  harsh  as  the  sun  in  a  dry  desert.     faith  isn’t  smiling  ,  but  her  green  eyes  are  staring  delicately  at  dr.  shaw’s  face.    maybe  one  of  these  days  she’ll  indulge  in  the  fact  that  temperance  is  a  FRIEND  but  today’s  not  that  day.    nor  is  friend  a  term  she  ever  commonly  uses  ,  it’s  sister.    they  are  all  a  family.    for  the  loving  endearments  of  a  modern  society  has  been  lost  on  her  for  awhile.    she  never  was  a  teenager.     she  never  was  a  woman.     now  she’s  the  siren.

“   my  disappointment  isn’t  directed  at  you  ,  but  you  will  let  me  down  if  you  don’t  leave  instantly.    the  cougar’s  and  the  resistance  aren’t  sparing  any  lives  that  had  a  significant  importance  in  bliss  production.     dr.  feeney  is  already  a  victim  of  their  violence  ,  his  bunker  is  of  no  use  to  us  now  ,  you’ll  have  to  make  your  way  farther  up  to  my  bunker.     i  would  suggest  using  the  bliss  as  your  shield.   ”  soft  ,  wistful  voice  fades  before  faith  does.     just  the  elegant  poof  of  bliss  and  she’s  gone  ,  green-white  mist  in  her  wake.

*     SOFT ANGST     /     @coilicah ,

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coilicah replied to your post “i love nathaniel douglas peete, my angel”

you know who also loves him? temperance shaw.

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