#hcroesjcurney

[screenviolense]

　　anais didn't know when it happened, when she had begun to look forward to his returns to skyhold rather than dreading it for how much it would disrupt her work, but she immediately perked up once she heard the sound of an approaching party and his familiar voice. she watched the door with bated breath, only for her head to dart back down to her correspondence the second he pushed the door open as though she hadn't even noticed him coming.

　　' back already? i thought you were going to the other side of orlais. ' she murmured, keeping her eyes on the letter her quill hovered over.

@hcroesjcurney / starter call.

[thanflowers]

       “We should be reaching the Circle Tower soon,” Elspeth observed, thoughtfully. “Are you...nervous?” She knew only that Riya had left Kinloch Hold under less than ideal circumstances, and little more beyond that. 

@hcroesjcurney​ / riya surana — call. 

[scapedgrace]

        Hawke took a long swing from their drink, wiping the back of their hand across their mouth before turning to the Inquisitor with an arched brow. “I mean, no offense, friend, but I’d hate to be standing in your shoes right now.” 

@hcroesjcurney​ / mahanon! — call.

[screenviolense-a]

@hcroesjcurney​ sent: [ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips. mahanon to anais

         the festivities at skyhold had been much deserved after everything their soldiers had been through lately and the tension could be felt lifting off everyone’s shoulders amidst the dancing and drunken singing. it was certainly much more free compared to the stiff orlesian affairs, so when he approached her in her dark, quiet corner she’d found away from the more rowdy celebrations, she expected some kind of acknowledgement to how much more fun this party then the ones they had arranged with nobles. but being pulled in closer caught her by surprise, her hands raising out of instinct.

        ‘ you do know who you’re holding, aren’t you? it’s a little bit dark, but you should know this is anais. ‘ given they spent most of their daylight hours going back and forth arguing, she imagined there was a decent chance he had mistaken her from someone else.

[ladaar-hasmoved]

morwenna is 5'2" mahnon is 6' and cullen is 6'3"

they're all so smol

[empathsies]

❛  i  think  keeper  deshanna  and  crafter  abarat  are  conspiring  to  make  sure  i  don’t  have  a  SOCIAL  LIFE  .  ❜

ILLASAN  EASES  unceremoniously  into  the  spot  on  the  ground  beside  her  ,  wincing  almost  comically  at  the  UNKINDNESS  of  their  camp’s  rough  terrain  against  the  elf’s  equally  and  comically  flat  behind  .  

IT’S  TIMES  LIKE  THESE  that  illasan  wishes  the  utter  exhaustion  they  felt  was  from  something  as  harsh  as  PHYSICAL  TRAINING  —  the  same  kind  morwenna  was  lucky  enough  to  receive  from  the  clan’s  CAPABLE  ,  and  PROFICIENT  hunter  .  illasan  liked  watching  them  —  they  liked  watching  the  way  MORWENNA  ,  and  the  handful  of  other  soon-to-be  dalish  hunters  whizzed  past  obstacles  and  climbed  trees  with  the  graceful  ease  of  their  forebearers  .  AWE-INSPIRING  ,  and  deadly  .

JEALOUS  ,  but  PROUD  .

they  bump  a  SHARP  ELBOW  against  the  hunter’s  side  ,  GESTURING  towards  the  figure  of  a  girl  their  age  .  her  hair  was  long  .  RAVEN  .  she  was  laughing  —  black  eyes  glittering  as  she  spoke  to  one  of  the  clan’s  elders  .  

❛  i  mean  ,  look  at  that  —  just  ,  look  at  how  much  FUN  i  could  be  having  if  i  had  enough  ALONE  TIME  to  say  something  to  that  girl’s  stupidly  pretty  face  and  make  her  stupidly  pretty  laugh  with  her  stupid  —  pretty  mouth  .  ❜

@hcroesjcurney​  liked  for  a   starter  ♡

[thequeenofnights]

prompts for those with a reputation // accepting

@hcroesjcurney​ said:  “ i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ” - cullen

       it is an observation that she struggles in dignifying with a response.  eyes ahead, her hands make quick work of folding the medical kit she had been preparing for storage.  she never looks up. “and i had hoped that you would be smarter, so now i suppose we are both condemned to disappointment.”

[dutydreamed-a]

@hcroesjcurney​ said: “ i don’t think i’m built for forever. ”

      ‘   DON’T  SAY  THAT .  ’    SHE’S  WHITE-KNUCKLING  her  staff ,   half-panicked  as  the  severity  of  the  situation  settles  onto  her  shoulders .   dying .   the  anchor  is  going  to  kill  morwenna ,   and  lanathara  is  meant  to  just . . .   sit  by  and  watch ?   absolutely  not .   ‘  with  all  due  respect ,  inquisitor ,   i’ll  give  my  own  life  before  i  let  yours  go  without  a  fight .  ’   she  might’ve  been  keeper ,   if  it  weren’t  for  corypheus ,   and  she  can’t  shake  that  training  no  matter  how  she  tries .   duty .  duty  to  morwenna .  a  duty  to  give  everything  she  can  to  save  her .

        she  can’t  stop  the  anchor  herself ;  despite  all  her  hours  spent  conversing  with  solas ,   discussing  theory  and  the  fade ,  she  still  barely  understands  the  power  embedded  in  the  inquisitor’s  palm .  and  it  isn’t  as  though  there  are  books  easily  available  on  the  subject .   but  —   ‘  solas ,   ’    she  says  suddenly .   nobody’s  heard  from  him  in  two  years ,  she  knows ,   yet  she  also  knows  that  he  is  her  best  choice  to  save  morwenna .    ‘  we  find  him ,   we  find  out  how  to  stop  the  anchor  from  spreading .   he  did  it  once ,  at  haven .   he  can  do  it  again .  ’    she  says  it  as  though  it’s  simple ,  to  find  a  man  who  doesn’t  want  to  be  found :  it  is ,  to  her .   she  will  not  rest  until  she  does .

WE DESERVE A SOFT EPILOGUE, MY LOVE  ( ACCEPTING )

[contrariian-archive]

          ‘  THERE  YOU  ARE !  ’    his  voice  is  warm  as  he  jogs  over  to  her  side ,   tossing  an  arm  around  her  shoulders  with  his  typical  familiarity .   his  other  hand  holds  out  a  small  sack ,  which  perfumes  the  air  with  a  variety  of  herbal  scents .    ‘  never  thought  i’d  continue  being  your  go-to  fetcher  when  we  joined  the  inquisition ,  but  i  can  hardly  complain ,  can  i ?   ’    he  laughs  good-naturedly  and  gives  the  sack  a  slight  shake .   ‘  elfroot  and  spindleweed ,  as  you  requested !  ’

 @hcroesjcurney | accepting

[ode-of-odr-archive]

“  so you wanna go find something to break?  ” from mahanon

The Avvar let out a deep and rumbling laugh. The elf got it. At least someone did. He was starting to feel like he was being wrapped in barbed wire in danger of slicing his throat on pleasantries and forced kindness.

"By the gods, yes! Please!"

[screenviolense]

@hcroesjcurney​ sent: [ INHALE ]:         while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another. for anais from mahanon 

      perhaps it was her wealth of experience with balls and diplomats, but the winter palace didn’t put her on edge quite like it did everyone else. and now they were dressed in something more suiting their personalities rather than the bright red and gold uniforms of the inquisition. it made it a little easier for her to relax in the golden gown draped over her form as she stood in the alcove, just away from the crowd. she hadn’t even noticed how close he was, until she took a step forward to remark over the music from the other room.

        ‘ it’s unlike you to hide from your adoring public. ‘ she murmured before her words trailed off, noticing how she could hear his breath even over it all. ‘ ...are you alright? ‘

[thanflowers]

       “Don’t look.” Elspeth turned away from the apprentice quarters as she spoke, moving to block Riya’s view with her own body if she must. “There is nothing for us here.” She could only picture the scattered bodies of the young mages, some of them much too small. Had Riya known them during her time in the Circle? Els thought it would be kinder to put a hand on the elf’s shoulder and guide her away. “Please. It’s... nothing good.” 

@hcroesjcurney​ liked for something soft but it got a little angsty 

[scapedgrace]

       “You know, you really don’t have to worry about this place.” Hawke gestured to Merrill’s modest living space without judgement. “I mean, you’ve seen Gamlen’s hovel. The cleanest thing about it is the front door.” 

@hcroesjcurney​​ / merrill! — call.

[screenviolense-a]

@hcroesjcurney​ sent: 13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them to anais from mahanon 

          ‘ mahanon, i can’t go to work in just my smallclothes. ‘ anais sighed as she was pulled back into bed by the waist after a few failed attempts to get up and back to her clothes. he so often had her evenings and in some cases, afternoons as well, but here he was trying to claim her mornings too. she all but fell back onto him and onto his lips, though she managed to straighten herself out to avoid falling even further, hand resting on the other side of him.

              ‘ i also need to eat. you wouldn’t want us both to starve because you insisted on trapping me in here, would you? ‘

[dutyraised]

        ‘  I  WOULDN’T  WORRY  TOO  MUCH  about  the  wound ,  commander .  ’    eirlana  finishes  her  bandaging ,   smiling  a  little  even  as  she  ducks  her  head  (  as  though  to  hide  her  face  behind  her  hair ,  which  is  pinned  carefully  back  ) .   ‘  come  back  tomorrow  to  have  the  bandages  changed ,  and  you’ll  be  good  as  new .  shouldn’t  get  infected  as  long  as  we  keep  it  clean .   oh !  and . . .  ’   she  turns  for  a  moment  to  another  table ,  scooping  up  a  vial  and  offering  it  to  him .   ‘  lana — er ,  the  inquisitor  mentioned  that  you  were  suffering  from  headaches ?  didn’t  say  why ,  but  this  is  an  old  dalish  remedy .   should  ease  your  pain .  ’

@hcroesjcurney

[stonecarved]

“Now you’ve done it,” Sereda said from her perch on the edge of the war table. She crossed her arms over her chest, amused eyes looking downward. 

Paragon was an accomplished swindler. With his latest fool at hand, the mabari had no interest in military strategizing. He was at Morwenna’s heels, sniffing her pockets and whining for treats.

 “He’ll never leave you be. And he’s fond of reciprocating—I hope you like soggy whatever he can finds and half-eaten small animals.”

@hcroesjcurney for morwenna / starter call