#hightown residences

[bi-mirandalawson]

God could you imagine aveline but written well. Aveline who is ashamed of the crimes she commits with hawke, but is more ashamed by the fact that she genuinely is helping more people with hawke than with the guard.

[optus-realty]

Luxury Homes in Gurgaon: The Benefits of Spacious Living

With an exclusive focus on Silverglades Hightown Residences Sector 28 Gurgaon

Luxury living goes hand in hand with spacious living. With more and more people in Gurgaon craving peaceful living and getting over cramped spaces, the demand for spacious living has faced an upsurge over the past few years. Not only are such homes spacious, but they also promote an aesthetic appeal. One of the major highlights of such properties is that they offer spacious living to the residents. However, there are more benefits spacious homes offer. Want to know why size matters and how a spacious home can make you feel in good spirits? Read on to find out:

Provides a Neat and Uncluttered Setting

Having a spacious home gives you the freedom to organize your furniture, home decor and other pieces of utility as per your own wishes and desires. You do not have to fight space crunch in such a scenario and can arrange items without facing the pressure of running short of space. Additionally, all the household items, valuable or cheap, can be tucked away and arranged without making the rooms feel cramped, transforming into a junkyard. With such a clutter-free setup, every family member knows where their things are kept. Hence, they can effortlessly locate their belongings without a scavenger hunt drama.

Gets you a Zone for Fitness

Health has become a crucial concern in today’s time with so many diseases surrounding us due to poor and unhealthy lifestyles. But the sad part is that people often tend to overlook exercise and a healthy lifestyle. A spacious home means you can have a dedicated space for health-related activities, especially when you do not have time to head out to a gym for a fitness center. You can easily dedicate a room or a prominent corner of the house for medication and yoga and can also transform it into a small gym if your budget permits. This will promote a healthy lifestyle and also save you time and money that goes into commuting.

Lets the Breeze and Sun Inside

Another great advantage of living in spacious houses is that such homes are built such that they allow easy circulation of air and sunlight. Research shows that insufficient sunlight and air can even lead to mental health issues. On the contrary, people living in homes with inadequate exposure to sunlight are more susceptible to airborne diseases. Thus, it is important that you pay heed to the presence of air and sunlight in your homes. With broad and long windows, one can make their home sparkle with sunlight and fresh air, guaranteeing a healthier lifestyle.

Gets you More Personal Space

It's a no-brainer to understand that big homes give you more personal space where you can take a chill pill. In today’s time, family members prefer privacy for some time after a long, tiring day. Small homes may not allow individuals to have their private rooms or private corners, but big homes can. Luxury homes provide enough rooms for every family member to have their own cozy nook to unwind in peace.

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[vaguely-concerned]

I am always ecstatic to welcome new people to the dragon age fandom, at whatever point in time they picked up the series, every fan is a real fan whenever they join in etc. we get stronger together. but it's very hard to try to convey or replicate the impact the solas = fen'harel reveal had when playing the game when it launched, before it was common knowledge and swirling around in the fandom zeitgeist. you have to understand that I was naturally starting to have my suspicions that something was up as the game went on, but how on earth could I have extrapolated exactly what that was up with it before it hit me like a cartoon boxing glove hidden in a birthday present looney tunes style. the dread wolf is who you say? that guy? you mean my respected if slightly dry coworker who has read all of high in hightown and who sets his own coat tails on fire in battle? reputable people have described him as the resident apostate hobo? that guy??? the just-some-guy-ness of the dude you knew crashing into the mythological proportions of the established lore was indescribable and a large part of my enjoyment of him. the crazy-making potential of 'you know paul who used to work here? a god, apparently. yeah I was a bit surprised myself. he says he's ending the world btw. hm. concerning yet perhaps not entirely out of character. in hindsight we should probably have taken him saying shit like 'the healer has the bloodiest hands' a bit more seriously' of it all was all the more potent for the whiplash disorientation of discovering it fresh.

I'm glad veilguard seems interested in continuing to explore that aspect/conflict of perspective on him with the lighthouse especially, because something about the tension between 'he is for sure a god in most ways that count, but also I have seen that man do his laundry' is part of what makes his character for me. ultimately he wants to live in a world made up of ideas, I think, but dude I have seen your underpants hanging out to dry you can't bullshit me like that I know you you fucker you can't intellectualize your way out of the mortifying ordeal of having been known (by the player AND the inquisitor! the metanarrative qualities of it all!)

[jellydishes]

it's been approximately eighty-four years since i've actually written down my own meta for dragon age, but my biggest thoughts this morning aren't even really new (or necessarily interesting to anybody but me) thoughts that haven't been discussed before so much as circling around the idea of just how SHITTY hurricane season must be in darktown considering how low the elevation is as well as how fuckin. EXPOSED it is

if you wander around darktown you'll come across the huge openings that just drop straight onto the ocean

so with that in mind and the materials most darktown residents have access to, i wouldn't be surprised if darktown is almost constantly in a state of repairing damage from regular storms, let alone hurricanes, especially when compared to lowtown and hightown

[theluckywizard]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @greypetrel 🥰

OPE today I have some Kiss Me Moonstruck for the first time in ages (for the uninitiated it is a ridiculous romantic comedy set during DA2, Act 2 where Leandra Hawke and Alsatia Trevelyan attempt to fix up their children Garrett and Rose over Satinalia week). I whipped this scene up this morning and I'm still working on it, but godddd it is so fun to write. BELOW THE CUT 👇

The leaden force of Rose’s hangover had done nothing to stop mortification from claiming her at breakfast. Instead she sat unable to stomach more than a few spoonfuls of porridge and suffering an excruciating blush across from the man she vaguely remembers trying to accost with kisses on a few too many occasions. The Nug King. Every bit of enchantment the night before was now twisted by her own doubts. They’d danced for an hour or more, faces plastered with heady grins. And as ill-advised as that first kiss had been, she remembers it being rather delicious. But he’d declined more. He’d been kind about it, she recalls that much, but she’d clearly misinterpreted all his attempts to be a proper host.

And to add to her bewilderment he’d done nothing but pitch her mushy, solicitous looks across the table. He’d discreetly sent his manservant for a tiny corked vial, a cure for what ails her, she correctly assumed, and ferried it across the table toward her behind the teapot. Still, he was mostly tongue tied and chagrined, so when he invited her to take an unchaperoned stroll her surprise was genuine.

But it was not to be.

Instead, Prince Sebastian Vael of Starkhaven himself shows up to call on her. Of all the things! Of all the people! Her mother may never recover from the honor.

And worse yet, his Majesty is outrageously handsome. His dark auburn hair and tanned skin set off his eyes like mystical blue flames. She found herself glancing back and forth to see whose eyes were bluer and wound up blinking away a minor headache.

A tour of Kirkwall’s chantry was proposed and the prince was so brimming with genuine enthusiasm for it that it almost sounded appealing to her. She was mentally on the fence about it until he mentioned the gardens and the archery range, which perked her up better than the mysterious cure-all she’d been given earlier.

On the walk to the Chantry, strolling between slushy puddles, the prince proved to be fearsome in his earnestness. His language was so imbued with Andrastian reverence that Alsatia was reduced to near wordless simpers and nods, but it was not so devoid of charm that Rose was immune. Indeed, the combination of the wry twist of his conversation and piercingly genuine looks felt like some kind of witchcraft. Despite the high polish of his manner, he seemed inexplicably captivated by her. And who was she to dismiss the attentions of a prince?

But it was also clear Garrett Hawke was twitchy about the whole thing.

And she relished that a little bit too.

Inside the splendor of Kirkwall’s crowning architectural achievement, Prince Sebastian slips into a practiced tone as he expounds upon the history behind it, his voice echoing in multitudes. Rose glazes over, too focused on the lilt of his singular accent to bother with actual learning at the moment.

“Kirkwall’s thurible is the largest in Thedas, made to commemorate the end of the fourth blight sometime in the Exalted age,” explains the prince, gesturing at the golden cauldron in the center of the nave that a pair of sisters load with incense before a small crowd of pious Hightown residents. “The daily ritual is a Satinalia tradition.”

Plumes of white smoke pour from the slots in the massive artifact.

“As if the foundries need the competition,” snorts Garrett quietly beside her, as joyfully blasphemous as he’d been the night before. She only rewards him with a raise of her brow.

The mothers gaze upon the ceremony, rapt. The sisters lift it on a pulley system before sending it swinging in an extravagant arc from one end of the chantry to the other, bathing everything in its cloying holy smoke. Rose can't deny its impressive. If she had to guess it had grown to such excess to outshine ceremonies in the Chantries of the surrounding Marcher states. Kirkwall did everything in excess.

As Prince Sebastian stands beneath the smoldering absurdity, expounding upon its top speed, Garrett leans into Rose and speaks again in a low voice. “I’ve always wanted to ride that thing to be honest,” he remarks.

Rose bites down on her smile. “Watch you don’t burn your arse.”

Tagging @nirikeehan, @monocytogenes, @leggywillow, @crackinglamb

@ammoniteflesh and @skyeventide

Let me see your work!

[dragon-age-codex-entries]

Codex entry: Varric and the Last Few Years

"Inquisitor,

Greetings and salutations from beautiful Kirkwall!

The sun is shining, the sea birds are screeching, and almost nothing in Hightown has fallen into a sinkhole and ended up in the sewers for over a month. The Red Lyrium cleanup in the Gallows is going better than expected. Nobody misses having Meredith fused to the flagstones, eerily glaring at everyone. The City Guard celebrated finally getting her out of there by holding a completely impromptu parade. Several Lowtown residents composed a song on the spot with lyrics to the effect of "Thank the Maker the crazy cursed Templar is gone," which was remarkably catchy—despite, or maybe because of, the fact that it was mostly just swearing in tune.

Even with all this stellar progress, it looks like I'm stuck here. Channels in the harbor were completely changed by falling debris a few years back, which led to a lot of ships getting wrecked coming and going, which… only made things worse. And then we had rifts open, and weird glowing fade rocks appeared out there.

Incidentally, thanks for closing the rifts.

Now the only hope for repairing the harbor is to send guys with pickaxes to clear the rocks. Ever try to hire miners who are also divers, Inquisitor? There aren't many, and even fewer are happy mining glowing shit from the Fade. This is going to take a lot of my coin to fix.

Stop by the city some time. We'll get in a game of Wicked Grace. Please. This Viscount shit is boring me to death.

Varric"

[dear-indies]

Hello, please could you suggest some female fc's with recourses who have a criminal type of vibe to them. within the age range of 30-40. thank you

Summer Glau (1981) - Wu Assassins, Arrow.

Melanie Scrofano (1981) - Wynonna Earp.

Krysten Ritter (1981) - Jessica Jones.

Elodie Yung (1981) Cambodian / French, Italian - Cleaning Lady, Daredevil.

Lesley-Ann Brandt (1981) English, East Indian, German, Spanish, Dutch, Khoisan, Ashkenazi Jewish - Lucifer.

Dichen Lachman (1982) Tibetan / German - Altered Carbon.

Li Jun Li (1983) Chinese - Wu Assassins.

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Mexican Luo Kenyan - The 355.

Mary Elizabeth Winstead (1984) - Kate, Birds of Prey.

Jaimie Alexander (1984) - Blindspot.

Jennifer Cheon Garcia (1985) Mexican / Korean - Van Helsing.

Ruby Rose (1986) - is a lesbian - The Collective.

Monica Raymund (1986) Dominican Republic / English, Ashkenazi Jewish - is bisexual - Hightown.

Alba Flores (1986) Romani and Spanish - Money Heist.

Jurnee Smollett (1986) African-American, possibly other / Ashkenazi Jewish - Birds of Prey.

Vanessa Kirby (1988) - Fast & Furious Hobbs & Shaw, Mission Impossible.

Nathalie Emmanuel (1989) English, Saint Lucian, Dominican - Army of Thieves.

JuJu Chan (1989) Hongkonger - Wu Assassins, Fistful of Vengeance, Jiu Jitsu.

Kim Hieora (1989) Korean - Bad and Crazy.

Úrsula Corberó (1989) - Money Heist, Snake Eyes.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian - Resident Evil.

Brie Larson (1989) - Fast X.

Im Ji Yeon (1990) Korean - Money Heist: Korea.

Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / British - We Are Lady Parts.

Laysla De Oliveira (1992) Brazilian [Portuguese, Croatian, other] - Locke & Key.

Not all of these are specifically crime related but could totally work!

[idolbound]

POWER & PLAYING THE POLITICAL GAME IN KIRKWALL (vers. 2)

Meredith’s Ascension

Living in Kirkwall, with its divided population of Hightown nobles, templar and Chantry folk, Lowtown commoners and the poor of the undercity, there are powerful politics at play, creating tensions and forcing decisive action for those who seek to retain power and control of the city-state. For Meredith Stannard, her hunger for power began at a young age, when her familial nepotism named her as Knight-Captain in 9:14 Dragon, at age 22, inherited by her physically ill and failing father figure, Ser Wentworth Kell. It is said, though, before then she had all but taken the role in everything but its title, for several years. It took two years for Wentworth to pass before her  role became official. Her cohort of templar knights did not believe her worthy of being given the rank, but her skills and ability to lead soon changed their minds when her newly implemented rules led to more effective monitoring of mages in the Gallows, believing that stricter laws and routines would help create safer spaces for mages as to not allow distress and unexpected surprises (which is implemented given what happened to Meredith’s sister, Amelia), and to make it easier to detect anything out of the ordinary. Eventually, her greatly charismatic nature helped her cohort believe in her as Knight-Captain, following her willingly when conflicts between the current residing Viscount and the Knight-Commander came to a head. In 9:21, Viscount Perrin Threnhold constricted trade into Kirkwall’s ports with the Orlesians, charging them extortionate fees to allow their ships through. Orlais retaliated with threat of invasion, and the Divine Beatrix III used the templars to pressure the Viscount. In response, Threnhold attempted to expel the templars from Kirkwall with hired mercenaries who stormed the Gallows, arresting Knight-Commander Guylian, and executing him soon thereafter. In response, Meredith led the templars - which, at that point in time, were the largest armed force within Kirkwall - to the Viscount’s Keep with the intention of arresting and deposing Threnhold. It was her charisma, her natural leadership, and her order that the Templars followed willingly. Threnhold was then arrested, tried, and jailed in his own prison by Grand Cleric Elthina, dying two years later from a successful assassination attempt using poison. It is this event that led to Meredith being named Knight-Commander by the Grand Cleric, at the comparatively young age of 29. Compared to the former greying and elderly Guylian, Meredith was young and charismatic, and already had established control of the Knights Templar. It was Meredith's own suggestion then to appoint Marlowe Dumar - a man known to have a “good heart” but a “weak will.” This choice was intentional. Newly knighted as Kirkwall’s top templar, Meredith asserted her control over the Viscount at his crowning, by sending him Threnhold’s blood-encrusted signet ring in an ivory carved box, inscribed with ‘His fate need not be yours’ as a constant reminder that she now had full control and could easily lead another revolt with her Templar forces, should the need arise. Of course, this decision was not made entirely on her own; it is, of course, a shared plot with the Grand Cleric to prevent the Viscount from following any decisions of his predecessor that should threaten the city-state. With this arrangement in mind, Meredith’s influence controlled Dumar’s decisions for a decade while the strength of the templars under her command grew tenfold. Aside from ruling the Templar Order and maintaining an iron fist over the mages living in the Gallows, Meredith also made a powerful move after the Arishok’s assault on the Viscount’s Keep, resulting in Dumar’s death. Even as Hawke defeated him, and she had to legally oblige naming them the Champion of Kirkwall, Meredith asserted her political power by not naming a succeeding Viscount to take Dumar’s place. Instead, she invoked martial law with her templar knights to maintain judicial control over the city rather than the city guard, and in all but name, took on the role of the de facto VISCOUNT of Kirkwall. This decision was 100% intentional, and even with her paranoia at an all time high after the Qunari attack, her choice not to elect a Viscount was her plan all along to maintain ALL power and control through each of the key institutions in the city-state (the Templar Order, the Gallows, and the Viscount’s Keep). 

Meredith’s Methods & Political Players

From this historical event onward, Knight-Commander Meredith ruled the Gallows for seventeen years until the end of Act III, without assassination, injury, or political issues to dethrone her. In this time, Meredith sought whatever means necessary to maintain and control power of the city-state from her position. Some means were more traditional, keeping her templars on short leashes, and mages locked up and contained to the Gallows. Others, were less traditional and more... subtle and underlying. Cullen, for example, was someone who reminded her of herself - young and traumatized by mages and magic, but someone she could mould into following her beliefs and rulings, and eventually, ensure her legacy continues by making him her successor. She saw promise within him, despite his young age, and hoped to ensure that what she did in life would continue after her eventual retirement and death. This is why his betrayal later feels so personal - he betrays everything she instilled in him. A key player in this, is of course, Grand Cleric Elthina. Elthina is the one person that Meredith seems to bow to, respecting (albeit begrudgingly) her command when told to step down or back off. She is the key player and connection to the Divine and the Chantry, and arguably, is the only one who can leash Meredith - that is, until her death. And, with Meredith’s ascension to power as de facto Viscount, Elthina was either in support of her plan and the two would work together, or didn’t want to challenge control of the city in such a divisive time, believing Meredith to be competent enough to maintain it until finding a choice otherwise. Meredith and Elthina are, arguably, a duo from hell, who have been trying to vie for power and control of Kirkwall since the decision to elect Dumar together as their political figurehead puppet. Elthina knew that Meredith would be the one who could act on everything they set out to do, and accomplish it, which was why she had no problem naming Meredith as Knight-Commander at such a young age.  Meredith is also jealous of Hawke when they are the ones to fight the Arishok, earning themselves the rightful title of Champion, when it should’ve been another accolade for herself. Hawke is a key contender for power and influence during their time in the city-state, presenting themselves also as the biggest potential thorn in her side, especially, should they side with the mages during the later rising conflicts - or, alternatively, becoming the Viscount (though, this comes through siding with the templars up until a certain point until they stand in opposition to Meredith). Either way, Hawke’s role is an unprecedented one, and why Meredith always expresses caution around them and their party. Other “behind the scenes” actions Meredith takes include bribery and cutthroat threats, though she often has her templar knights take action more than she does herself, busy with the administrative side of running the Gallows. But, every action taken is done so under a guise in the name of justice and protection of innocent civilians. The most extreme method she sought out was of course, the red lyrium idol. This came as part of her desperation, where she saw conflicts arising after her decision to invoke martial law and neglect to pick a new Viscount to replace Dumar. She needed something more, and pure lyrium seemed an obvious choice to her, no matter its cost - even though, it is what killed her, in the end.

Summation

Meredith is a key political player in Kirkwall, and her insatiable appetite for power guides her every move within the Gallows and beyond, using her influence to maintain law and order at all costs. This desire to be in control stems from the trauma of losing her mage sister in her childhood, but it also develops as a symptom of her PTSD - hyper-vigilance - that lends itself to ensuring that everything is as it should be, which is why her paranoia is always running on high, fearing that every apostate could possibly be a blood mage. Yet, with all this power, she does not see herself as a tyrant - everything Meredith does, she does it for the benefit of Kirkwall, her birthplace and home. She sees herself as the hero that Kirkwall needs and deserves, acting as their holy and righteous savior, protecting innocents and keeping the Gallows ruled under her iron-fist. Even over the course of Act 3 where she starts to lose herself to the idol, she still sees herself as Kirkwall’s rightful Champion in everything but the title that she had to bestow upon Hawke. She sees herself as untouchable by anyone else - at least, until the paranoia takes over and sees Hawke as her IMMEDIATE threat to her power.  One line in particular that comes from the final stage of Act 3, is “I will be rewarded for what I have done here, in this world and the next!” This line from Meredith seems to believe that her name will carry on in the future for ruling the Gallows, in this world and “the next.” Of course, at this point, she’s about completely lost her mind to the red lyrium idol, but perhaps it ponders a belief in reincarnation. We know that Andrastians “believe the souls of the dead pass through the Fade and out the other side to join the Maker. Those who turned away from the Maker are trapped in the Fade forever and lost there” so the claim of being in this world and rewarded for her deeds makes sense. However, as in for ‘the next’, could be referring to another life, reincarnated – or perhaps, she simply means the next generation. Regardless, I think it was just something interesting with how deluded she is about how she’ll be remembered, how for the crimes she just committed (by enacting the Right of Annulment on the Circle for an apostate’s act of terror) and believes she will be remembered and rewarded for time and all eternity.

[haitilegends]

"If you haven’t watched Inside Man yet what are you doing "

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Atkins Estimond

Biography:

"Atkins Estimond is quickly making a name for himself in the entertainment industry by playing an array of characters from a doctor to a hacker, from a laidback optimist to a gangster who follows a code of ethics. He currently stars in Jerry Bruckheimer's critically acclaimed drama series, "Hightown" (STARZ) alongside Monica Raymund and James Badge Dale. Set in Provincetown, Massachusetts, the series follows a hard-partying National Marine Fisheries Service agent, Jackie Quiñones (Raymund), whose life is thrown into disarray when she discovers a body on the beach - another casualty of the opioid epidemic. She is convinced it is up to her to solve the murder, putting her at odds with Cape Cod Interagency Narcotics Unit sergeant, Ray Abruzzo (Dale). Estimond shines as Osito, a hardened gangster, who is of Haitian and Dominican decent, and is connected to the investigation. Critics have praised Estimond's performance: "the standouts include...Estimond as a killer with a philosophical cast of mind" (The New York Times) and "With every episode, Estimond adds new fascinating layers to his character" (RogerEbert.com) to name a few. Season two of "Hightown" premiered on October 17, 2021.

Estimond is also set to appear in BBC One and Netflix's four-part thriller series, "Inside Man" opposite Stanley Tucci (premiere date TBA). The series follows a prisoner on death row in the US, a Vicar in a quiet English town, and a maths teacher trapped in a cellar, as they cross paths in the most unexpected way. He is also known for his role as the eternal optimist, Gerson, in AMC's and Paul Giamatti's critically acclaimed dramedy series, "Lodge 49" alongside Wyatt Russell.

Additional television credits include recurring roles in FOX's "The Resident," Crackle's "StartUp" alongside Adam Brody, and Playstation Network's "Powers" with Sharlto Copley, as well as guest starring roles in ABC's "How to Get Away with Murder," YouTube Premium's "Step Up: High Water," truTV's "Bobcat Goldthwait's Misfits & Monsters," OWN's "Love Is_" and SundanceTV's "Hap and Leonard."

On the film side, his credits include Roadside Attractions' "Trial by Fire," Samuel Goldwyn Films' "Lila & Eve" with Jennifer Lopez and Viola Davis, Gravitas Ventures' "Folk Hero & Funny Guy" and "An Actor Prepares," Columbia Pictures' "SuperFly," Universal Pictures' "Get On Up" and his film debut in "Dumb and Dumber To" opposite Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels.

Born in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida and raised in Atlanta to Haitian immigrant parents, Estimond started acting in high school productions his freshman year. His love of acting began from watching movies as a child and seeing his older brother perform in plays at the local Boys & Girls Club. After graduation, he pursued a career in music, playing guitar in a band. Then, he went on to pursue acting, booking roles in "Dumb and Dumber To" and Lifetime's hit series' "Devious Maids." Additionally, Estimond enrolled at University of North Georgia, to hone in on his craft, majoring in Theatre, while continuing to book roles in film and television. He eventually decided to pursue acting full time and has been working ever since. He hopes that by increasing his visibility that he can inspire more Haitians to pursue a career in the entertainment industry and ultimately be able to tell stories about Haiti and its rich culture.

Estimond currently resides in Atlanta with his wife, Kristen, and their two daughters. When he's not on set, he enjoys spending time with family, playing music and traveling."

Source:

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[shcnshi]

            ❛  SENOBIUM'S DOG  ❜  --  that's what they called you  ,  even when you remained deaf to such degrading titles . . . at their beck and call to protect the false scholars behind the BIG gates of the institute  .  a trained guard  ,  you were nothing more than a declawed wolf  --  declawed and defanged  .  the weapon in your hand is nothing but something you beat against the ground as you scare the residents of eridia  .  senobium paraded you around and spread rumors of things you've never done . . . to SCARE them into obedience  .  to OSTRACIZE you  .  to show you that you had no allies amongst those of eridia but those wicked academics of senobium  .  you had no family . . . your father sold you for a life in hightown  ,  your mother and brother . . . god forbid something happen to them  (  though  ,  you've long lost faith in nameless gods  )  .              you are good of heart  ,  a LIONHEART  ,  had you been given a chance . . . soft of soul  ,  rough of body . . . opposites  .  your blackened armor is all people see and assumed your cracked soul is nothing but evil  .  they akin you to a SOULLESS  ,  just one who've found a human body to reside in  .

[ramblinganthropologist]

Fictober 24 15 - Let's try this

Summary: Avery isn't doing well after her fight with the Arishok. It was lucky she survived at all, but now she's fighting for her life. Lucky for her, the two men in her life can agree on something: her well being matters more than what they think about each other. After all, caring for her is the one thing they agree on.

(Mentions of blood and injury. Avery got fucked up in the Arishok fight.)

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Somehow, Kirkwall was even more of a shit hole than usual. Then again, the city was still in the process of cleaning up from the Qunari, so maybe it was to be expected.

Fenris had to sidestep a pile of debris that didn’t seem to contain any bodies as he made his way through Hightown. All the while, his heart pounded dully in his chest. It was hard to think of anything but his goal in that moment, troubling as it was. All he wanted to do was get there as fast as possible, so he sped up until he was nearly at a run.

The Hawke residence had survived the damage well enough. That did not matter to him as his fist pounded on the door so hard he thought he might break the wood. There were footsteps, and soon it swung open to reveal Orana, the young woman that the Hawkes had rescued.

He would have stopped to say something, but his mind was on other things. She did not seem to mind as she stepped aside to let him pass. Fenris took the stairs two at a time, muscles screaming from the effort. Thanks to not sleeping much, he had not taken the time to rest up and heal since the fight with the Qunari.

Right then, it fell to the wayside.

The room he was looking for was located off to the right. Even from the outside he could smell the medicinal herbs mingling with the telltale scent of blood. It turned his stomach as he picked up on the faint moans coming from inside. Without pause, he made his way in.

“Oh, Fenris.”

Fenris stopped midstep. He had expected to see Moses there at the bedside, but the mage was nowhere to be found. Instead, a much different man was working on changing the bandages of the person in the bed. But Anders didn’t matter at all to him – it was his patient that drew his attention.

Avery… looked bad. Her skin was pale and clammy, and sweat kept dripping down her brow. The bandages across the bridge of her nose were still stained red, and a cloth covered her eyes to protect them from the low light. The scent of blood was still coming from the remains of her right arm, missing above the elbow, and currently being unveiled with every unwrap of the bandages.

He did not need to be a mage to know the wound looked terrible. It was red and inflamed, with the sight of Anders’ healing magic a pale white in comparison. Worst of all, the red was beginning to travel towards her shoulder in the telltale signs of infection.

“I thought you were healing her.” His voice came out as a low growl. “It looks worse today.”

Anders shook his head as he spread a salve over the new set of bandages – it smelled like elfroot. “Moses did what he could this morning, but we’re racing against the infection now. It wasn’t a clean amputation, and that was before the vitaar got mixed in.”

Of course it had been dirty – Fenris remembered it well. In the midst of battle, Avery had tossed her own discarded arm at the Arishok in order to distract him. That burst of maddening pain was all she needed to finish the job, but in the process she had soaked in a mix of their blood afterward everything was over.

He could still see the sight of her, arm gushing blood, as Moses and Anders both rushed to heal her. She had looked so small, just like she did now as she shivered in her bed.

“Can you get the infection under control?”

Anders was too busy to answer in that moment as his eyes and hands were glowing. He held them over the remains of Avery’s arm, channeling his healing magic. Or was it the spirit’s? It was hard to tell when his eyes glowed like that, though Fenris never paid close attention. The less he dealt with magic, the better.

But for now? He would take whatever they had as long as it took away her pain.

“We’re doing our best, but Moses is worried she might be allergic to something in the vitaar. It’s making things worse.” Anders’ shoulders sagged. “If it gets any worse, I’m afraid we might have to take more of her arm.”

Fenris’ heart jumped to his throat. “She lost too much blood for that, mage.”

“I know. We barely got her stable today. But if the infection spreads…” He let the words die off. “We’re doing what we can, Fenris. Believe me, Moses worked himself to the bone earlier. I practically had to drag him to bed.”

That explained why the man was missing from his sister’s side. Truth be told, Fenris had hoped to see him rather than the mage currently in front of him. He might not be able to heal, but… he could have done something to help him.

His thought process was interrupted by a moan escaping Avery’s chapped lips. Her shivering increased, and the sweat poured down her brow faster. At some point she bit her lip, causing a thin trickle of blood to run down her chin. Anders rushed to her side, hands glowing at the ready. Fenris rushed too without realizing, taking the other side of the bed to give the mage room to work. His hand found her remaining one and he gripped it tight.

Her pulse was faint against his palm and far too quick to be normal. He could feel the fever raging through her body, burning her up from the inside. Even still, she was clammy to the touch as she struggled to fight her injuries.

Avery’s trembling slowed, then ceased, as her breathing began to level out. Her face was still constricted in pain, but the blood no longer dripped down her face. Wordlessly, Anders handed over a bit of cloth, stained with blood. Fenris used the cleanest side to dab the blood away from her mouth with a careful hand, making sure she had stopped bleeding before he pulled it away.

“We’re lucky she didn’t bite her tongue this time.” Anders sighed. “She bit it this morning and I was afraid the bleeding wasn’t going to stop.”

Fenris could barely stand to be there in that moment, staring down at the once proud warrior as her body struggled to keep going. The smell of blood in the room was absolutely nauseating, but he refused to move. He owed that much to her.

“Is there nothing we can do?”

Right then, he would’ve done anything to exchange places with her and take the pain away. And judging from the look on Anders’ face, he was in the exact same frame of mind. No doubt the spirit that possessed him would have agreed.

What a motley group they made, standing vigil at the bedside of a woman they cared so deeply about.

“Maybe.”

Fenris’ head picked up as Anders continued. “She seemed to calm down when you got close to her. Maybe the lyrium in your brands is soothing to her.”

He looked down at his arm, where the lines burned into his skin were calm for the moment. “Is such a thing possible?”

“It’s just a theory, but if it helps her…” He trailed off. “Let’s try this. See what happens if you get into bed with her.”

Normally, Fenris would have been more than happy to tell the other man to go to hell with his ridiculous ideas. After all, he was a mage in the sewers possessed by a possible demon. But if he knew anything, he knew that Anders would never do anything to hurt Avery.

Neither would he for that matter. It was the one thing they held in common.

Wordlessly, he nodded as he climbed into the bed, settling into her better side. He remained on top of the sweaty sheets, fingers entwined with hers. She shuddered at first, but her breathing began to slow. Before long, it was almost something he would consider normal.

Anders sighed in relief. “I think if she stays calm like that, I can work on the infection. Just keep holding her hand, Fenris.”

“I will as long as she needs.”

His back ached dully from the position he was in, but Fenris refused to move. He feared any change in his weight distribution would upset the woman next to him, causing her more pain. After all, she was covered in wounds from the fight with the Arishok, all of them in various stages of healing. There were broken bones neither mage had managed to get to yet, too focused on conserving their strength for the biggest injuries.

It was not the first time he considered it a miracle she survived, but the moment hammered it home.

On the other side of the bed, Anders’ hands glowed softly in the dim room as he chased after the infection trying to snake its way up Avery’s arm. He was in a battle against the angry red lines, trying to stop them from making their way to her shoulder. All the while, she moaned softly and tried to pull away.

So, Fenris squeezed her hand. “Fight, Avery. You are stronger than this.”

Nobody else could have done what she did. With just a sharpened shield, she had decapitated the Arishok and put an end to the Qunari occupation of Kirkwall. People in the streets were already calling her a hero, a far change from her normal title of menace to society.

It would probably tickle her pink if she knew.

After a while, Anders sighed and the glow died from his hand. He sat back in the bedside chair hard, sweat pouring down his brow. He was breathing hard, and his entire body seemed to shudder from the effort.

Fenris grit his teeth in response. “Is that all you can do?”

“Her body needs time to take in the energy. If I push things, I could make it worse.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “We need to give her a few hours before we attempt anything else.”

His heart jumped into his throat. A few hours could mean the difference between surviving the infection or requiring further amputation. It was time they did not possess, but even he could see that Avery was struggling. Her skin had gotten even paler, and her moans had grown softer. The grip on his hand was loose, and her heartbeat fluttered weakly against his palm.

 “I will stay until then.”

Anders nodded as he settled in. “I’m not going anywhere either. If… I need to be here should her condition change.”

There was no one he would like to serve this vigil with less, save for possibly Danarius himself. But as he glanced over at the exhausted mage trying to wipe the sweat from his brow with trembling hands, he willed himself to stay there.

They sat there in silence, punctuated only by Avery’s soft moans. Minutes felt like days as her pulse continued to flutter far too low for his liking. Twice, blood leaked from her clenched lips – Anders wiped it away with a careful hand.

All the while, his heart pounded.

The silence was broken by a quiet whine that made them both jump. Fenris couldn’t see who entered the room, not until a nose bumped against his leg. Chewy sat at the bedside, staring up at him with large eyes that seemed to beg for good news. But there was none to be had – instead, his free hand found the top of her head.

“Come to sit with your mistress too?”

The dog didn’t even react to his touch, just whined sadly. She could smell the blood and the sickness that filled the air better than any of them could, and no doubt she knew what it meant. No doubt she would have loved to jump up onto the bed to provide support, but Fenris kept his hand on her head.

“She’s been pacing the house since we brought her in. Even Dog can’t calm her down. I don’t think I’ve seen her eat once.” Anders’ tone had a small bit of admiration there – high praise from someone so fond of cats. “There really is nothing like a mabari’s loyalty.”

With any luck, he would reward that loyalty with her mistress returning to full health. Fenris wanted to say that, but he kept it to himself. In that room, clasping onto Avery’s hand, he did not have it in him.

“I wish… I wish it was just another day in bed with her.”

Fenris picked up his head. Anders had risen from the chair to brush blood-matted hair out of Avery’s face. His fingers hesitated for a brief second, but then they picked up the cloth covering her eyes in order to wet it anew. She flinched at the touch but calmed quickly. Soon the cloth was back over her eyes and her breathing calmed.

Strangely, he found himself nodding. “I would give anything to have her nestled into my side with those damn teeth in my shoulder.”

The mage chuckled softly. “She bites you too, then? I keep touching the scar, thinking it might bring us some luck.”

Fenris knew the scar he mentioned well – he had an identical one on his right shoulder where Avery so often nuzzled her face for the night. He supposed he should have complained when her teeth found his flesh, but it all seemed so pointless now. Right then, he would have taken her hardest bite with a smile on his face as long as she was healthy.

Judging by the look on Anders’ face, he was of the same mind. His hand was on his shoulder, in the near exact same place his own scar was. Maybe he was hoping it would bring them some luck.

Maybe that was why he touched his scar too.

An uneasy hour passed, and then another. The sky was starting to turn grey outside, heralding that dawn would be in an hour or two more. Fenris kept his grip on Avery’s hand, praying for her pulse to strengthen.

It weakened ever so slightly.

“Mage-“

But Anders was already on his feet, hands glowing. He found her shoulder and attempted the battle anew, teeth grit in determination. Fenris clasped Avery’s hand tightly, trying to transfer his strength to her as her broken body tensed against a spasm. He rode it with her, never letting go of her small hand.

A few moments passed. The glowing died down, and the mage fell into his chair with a grunt. It was then he chanced a look. Her arm still looked bad, but if he squinted he could swear the lines of infection had receded a little.

Just a little – but it was more than nothing.

“She’s fighting it, I can tell from how she’s responding to the magic.” Anders brushed loose hair from his face with tired fingers, only to have it fall back. “Don’t give up yet, Avery. We’re here for you.”

Fenris nodded as he gave her hand a squeeze. “Do not let it win.”

If only words could provide healing, Avery would be back on her feet and telling terrible jokes in no time. But she remained there in bed, sweating and shaking through her fever. Every breath seemed to pain her, but she kept going one after the other. Her pulse continued to beat, quick and faint.

At some point, Fenris’ eyes fluttered close. When he opened them again, the room seemed lighter, not quite to dawn but indicating some time had passed. Anders was in a similar state, head to his chest as he kept his hand on Avery’s shoulder in case the spirit could take over if need be.

Guilt wracked his body that he had actually fallen asleep during her time of need. Logically, he knew it would have needed to come at some point – he had barely slept at all since Avery had fought the Arishok. But to doze off now of all times was downright shameful. No doubt if she had been in her right mind, she would have teased him for it.

He would have preferred that.

“You can switch off, Anders. I got enough rest. You can take a break too, Fenris.”

A deep voice stirred the mage, though it did not remove his hand. Moses entered the room, dark circles under his eyes. He had been forgoing sleep as well, and the scent of lyrium lingered on his lips as he traded places with Anders. Soon his hands were glowing too as he began the healing process anew.

Fenris carefully rose from the bed, making sure to gently place Avery’s hand at her side. His eyes were on the mage he had spent the night with as the two left the room in order to get some air. After hours surrounded by sick, he needed it desperately.

The morning air smelled of dew as they stepped outside, shaking out their tired limbs. He knew sleep would not come easy to him once he left – if it did at all. Part of him wanted to stay there should Avery need him again. No doubt he could find a room to post up in without much trouble. After all, Leandra was long dead and not around to complain.

Anders fought back a yawn as he stretched. “I need to get more elfroot for the bandages. She cleared me out last night.”

Fenris’ mouth moved before his brain could. “Avery was close to dying last night.”

He might not have been a mage, but he had felt it in the weakening of her pulse. She was fighting, but this was different than the type of battle she loved against mercs at the docks or with drunken guests at the Blooming Rose. Last night it had felt as though she could have lost the battle, slipping away under the fever and infection.

Much to his displeasure, Anders’ shoulders dropped. “More than once, to be honest. Last night was probably the worst we’ve had so far.”

Briefly, their eyes met. “I’m glad you were there for her, Fenris.”

There were words he did not – could not – say, that Fenris could hear as if he was screaming them. If Avery had passed, she would not have been alone in her last moments. They would have been there, holding her hand and comforting her.

It was a sobering thought.

“Are you going to be able to find the elfroot you need?”

Much to his relief, Anders nodded. “It won’t be a problem. Avery’s earned more than enough good will in this last week alone to make it possible.”

Fenris nodded, finally feeling the days of sleepless nights weighing down on him. Outside time was over – he began to walk back to the house. This was the point they broke off, Anders heading to the entrance to Darktown to gather his supplies and he to find a room to rest in until he was called upon again.

The sun was beginning to rise as he closed the door behind him. All that could comfort him in that moment was that Avery had survived another night. With any luck, she would make it through the day.

And if she needed him to spend the night at her side, he would. He would do it every night until she opened her eyes again and told him to let go of her hand because he was making it sweaty. It was the least he could do for her.

All he could hope was that the infection receded and she saw another day.

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