#inquisitriice

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@inquisitriice | x. 

“Inquisitor!” 

It takes a moment to register that she had indeed been cut down by her opponent, but once it did he was at her side in an instant. He quickly dealt with the bandit before turning his attention to her, kneeling down beside her. 

“My lady! Are you alright? Can you hear me?” 

[lcgacyofages-a]

@inquisitriice liked for a starter from Myrrdin

To say he was tired was an understatement. Myrrdin sat at the war table, examining the map long after the advisors had left themselves. Letters from the clan lay scattered about. The Duke of Wycome had apparently been pressuring them and Myrrdin wanted to figure out the proper course of action.

Even as Inquisitor, he still felt as if he were the Keeper’s First and he had a duty to his people, before others.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention and he looked up, a warm smile at the familiar face coming to his features.

“Iseris, is there something I can help you with?”

Or, perhaps, she could help him with?

[ruinofostagar]

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on their knees, conveniently :’)

Oh, for Andraste’s sake, that is not what I meant and you know it!

[fadewalking]

💢 the red winter palace outfit tho and, by extension, solas' choice of hat

Send “💢” for our muses to get into a heated argument // Selectively Accepting

“I cannot imagine why you dislike it. It’s ironic, and it matches. And I will have you know, I have received numerous compliments on it.” He paused suddenly and looked at her, narrowing his eyes as if studying her. “Jealousy, is it? Perhaps I should have found a hat for you as well.”

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you could say the... dread wolf took you

i’m keeping you.

[thunderhawke-archive-blog]

‘ I will make you some tea. ’

caring starters

Hawke was fine. Happy, even. He was simply too tired to go through the motions of making those feelings known. People often mistook his neutral face for anger or melancholy, but he figured Iseris was smart enough to know that she hadn’t done anything wrong. Or at the very least she wouldn’t care enough to try and change her behavior. There was something about her that made it seem like it didn’t matter what sort of facade he put up. She’d eventually see through it anyway, so why bother? Or maybe it wasn’t Iseris at all. Maybe he was just that tired. 

After a few long moments, Hawke finally realized that Iseris had spoken. What did she say? Tea? When was the last time he drank a good cup of tea? It had to have been- “Orana. She used to make a spiced tea with oranges. She liked to do that- making things that she used to make in Tevinter. She felt closer to her family that way. Like it all wasn’t some messed up dream.” 

Suddenly his eyes clicked into focus and he realized he’d said all that aloud. He hoped that it hadn’t sounded like he was comparing the two of them. Iseris was nothing like the young elf he’d taken in all those years ago. He shook his head and searched his mind for what Ise had actually said. 

“Um. Tea. Yes. Thank you.”

[iveredhe]

‘ I’m not going anywhere. ’

Caring Asks // Accepting

“That’s obvious.” Nethra said with a clear note of irritation in his voice. There were very few things in life that ever bothered him, but when they did, they really got to him. Now was such a time. He had a place in the Fade, a memory of a temple of Falon’din, where he spent most of his time when he slept. It was a place of quiet reverence and prayer, and he took great solace in it. But even with that, there was something about being physically in a temple which made it all the more important to him. So ever since they had come across one such temple earlier in the day, ransacked and desecrated by Venatori agents, Nethra had been in sullen mood. 

“But why? Why do you even care?”

[intoxicatiing]

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Iseris pressed her back flat against the wall after having slipped away from the noise that was the Winter Palace’s vestibule and ballroom; a quiet corridor where Iseris could catch her breath. The Orlesian nobles were vultures; circling her all night and prodding her with questions, trying to get her to crack.

The Inquisitor had just unclasped the top fastening of her red uniform when she finally caught sight of the masked woman, causing her to gasp and stand up straight after having slumped against the wall. Great. Her hideaway discovered, maybe it was only a matter of time before others would find her. There was no hiding in Orlais, after all.

“Don’t tell anyone I’m down here– I just… needed a minute. I don’t need themfollowing me.”

It was almost humorous, seeing the herald of Andraste herself hiding from the aristocracy and nobility. She could be intimidating, command power, and she no doubt had cut down countless demons and wights. And yet this did not suit her at all. She looked like a kitten tossed into the jungle and left to fend for herself.

And yet, Ruby walked among them with ease. This was the only battleground she knew, the only one she’d trained for, and it showed. In her posture, her clothing, her every little movement, right down to the upturned smirk on her lips. “Not a word, your worship,” she promised, laying a ringed finger across her heart. “You’re speaking to the finest secret keeper in Orlais. However – “

She looked over her shoulder for a moment, ensuring that no-one seemed to be watching, though one of Ruby’s shadows had his eye on her no matter where she went. “This won’t be a very good spot for long. Shall I take you somewhere better?”

[selflice]

Tori: Ise just doesnt want him to fuck things up just be a good boy pls

Falon'Din: 'Good' Falon'Din: What is this 'good' you speak of Falon'Din: is it a wine.

[fadetuned]

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what can i saaaay except you’re welcome

does this mean u want to be chewed on by a cat because that can be arranged

[lcgacyofages-a]

@inquisitriice cont. from Arik being grumpy

Arik had dealt with enough looks from the likes of the Seeker, the elven apostate, and a few others at Skyhold. He knew damn well the Wardens had messed up, let fear take control instead of thinking. He supposed some people blamed him; being the Warden-Commander of Ferelden after the Hero left on some crazy mission.

“Yeah, I’m staying,” he said tersely, glaring across the courtyard at a few of the mentioned people. “And if they’re not comfortable, we can deal with that in the sparring ring.”

He raised a brow at her mention of his attitude, looking up at her.

“Most people don’t call it carefree,” he stated plainly. “But I’m glad to be of some assistance. Corypheus was the Wardens’ mistake. We locked him up instead of finding a way to kill him and kill him efficiently, if what I’ve heard the dwarf say is true.” He glanced back at the people in the courtyard, thinking. “It’s our duty to deal with Darkspawn and we let that one slip through our fingers.”

[ruinofostagar]

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as if the chantry is free from such things. i’m sure the chantry sisters get Bored sometimes

And then they pray like any good chantry sister.

[fadewalking]

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like honestly tho how Petty do u have to be to go and... get it back... as if solas gives a shit lmao 'wow maybe it was the right decision to cut them loose what the fuck is wrong with them'

His initial reaction to seeing her would just be: 

and then internally “.... My only regret here is that I didn’t leave her sooner.”

[theharellan]

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“Are you trying to provoke a scandal, Inquisitor?” he asks, shifting his weight into his left hip. His wine stirs in his glass, threatening to tip over the edge, but never quite managing.

Solas shakes his head, and takes a thoughtful sip before he thinks of an answer. “What they wear to balls is no business of mine, but when we come across soldiers in the field wearing full-faced masks, I cannot wonder how many soldiers have been lost because they could not see out of the sides of their eyes.” Another pause, another slow drink.

“I believe I owe Dorian an apology, however. His outfit is a whisper compared to that woman’s gown.”

[atishabanalras]

places a soft little kiss to his forehead and smiles. he looked like he needed it. plus, she does not need to bend down too far to reach.

“………….. “

oh mythal what does he do. help.

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“ you deserve so much more than what you’ve had ” @clancy... baby boy

poetry starter meme || accepting

Her words shouldn’t have stung as much as they did. They were meant to comfort, to make Clancy feel better, and yet he found himself glowering down at the ground, hands in tight fists while his teeth ground together. How dare she be so kind? Who gave her the right to say such a thing to him!?

“What do you know about what I deserve?” Clancy hissed, head snapping to fixate sharp blue eyes on the Inquisitor. He was shaking, pulse hammering at the back of his head and his face hot. Something cold was coiling in the pit of his stomach and he had to force himself to stay focused on that anger that usually came so easily to the surface. It was familiar and kept him safe, kept others far far away. It was what he wanted, or it was what he had convinced himself that he wanted.

“What do you know about what I’ve had!?” He snapped, voice cracking as the quaking his limbs only increased. Her words bounced around in his head and memories flooded Clancy’s mind, making him look away.

‘You’re going to do amazing things, Clancy. I just know it, because you deserve to, and so much more my little bird.’ Her voice sounded so foggy now, distant and echoing at the back of his mind. It had been years since he had seen her, spoken to her, felt her warmth envelop him in a warm embrace. He tried desperately to push her out of his head, to forget her, but it seemed even the littlest thing still brought images of his mother crashing back to the forefront of his memory.

Tears spilt down his cheeks in hot streaks, and Clancy refused to look up, glaring hatefully down at the dirt while his nails dug painfully into the palms of his hands. He wanted to scream, to thrash, to set the world around him ablaze; but instead, he simply stood there, crying like a scared little boy. Maybe that was all he really was. Trembling, red-flecked palms lifted to wipe violently at his cheeks and eyes, Clancy still refusing to look at Iseris. Part of him wanted to snap at her to go away, to shut up, to never speak to him again, but that wasn’t what he really wanted.

No, Clancy knew exactly what he wanted, and that was what had him so upset. He wanted to be able to be himself, to rest, to live without fear and the crushing ache in his chest. He wanted to know what it was like to be happy again, to be loved. She was trying to give him all that, always looking out for him, and all he could do was give her cold shoulders and sarcastic comments in return. He might have been made for love once, but no longer, not in his eyes.

“Why do you do this?” He whispered raspily, finally giving up on getting the tears to cease, arms hanging uselessly at his sides. The cuts from his palms left smudges and smears of blood all over his face, but Clancy didn’t care. He just wanted an answer.

“Why can’t you just leave me be?” He sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut, still refusing to look at her. She was kind, and he didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve anything.