#josephine montilet

[foibles-fables]

honestly zero idea if you've already been asked about her, but I'd love to hear your takes on 4, 12, 27 and 35 for Josephine (Montilyet)?

josephine montilet we will have a spring wedding !!!

4. Favorite line

not gonna lie, above all of her romance lines, her hushed little "Andraste watch over us all" at the commencement of the ball had me in absolute stitches. And of course the one about the goat. OR the one about Leliana with the length of rope.

12. Crack headcanon

Snores. LOUDLY. Doesn't believe you when you tell her.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Canon that it's playing with her doll collection😭😭😭😭 god i love her so much

35. Their idea of a perfect day

An Orlesian romance novel, a box of Carastian candies and some petit fours, listening to the sounds of the surf with her Trevelyan 😭

[ma-sulevin]

16. "when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead" For Josie/Cian, please?

this is so cute. this also might be my first time writing them together?? I can’t remember.

Anyway. Cian Lavellan/Josephine Montilyet for @dadrunkwriting

When she’s working in her office, Josephine’s face is a careful mask of politeness. Her brow never furrows, her lips never purse, and her eyes always stay sharp.

When she joins the Inquisitor in his chambers to work in the evenings... she’s less composed. Frustrating requests are met with grumbles, frowns, glares, and heavy sighs. She puts off the ones she doesn’t want to respond to until the last minute, then works her magic with her ink and quill in this safe space she’s found in her new home.

Cian watches as her expression changes from moment to moment, a soft smile on his full lips, his own reports forgotten. She’s so beautiful--always, but especially here, with her hair flowing loose around her shoulders and her guard down. He can see the real Josephine, the Josephine he loves, and he can’t bear to miss a second of it.

She catches him staring. “What?” she demands, sounding cross even though he knows she isn’t really. He doesn’t respond right away, just waiting so he can see the way her face scrunches up in annoyance. Her nose wrinkles, her lower lip pushes up, her eyebrows lower. The little mole on her chin calls to him, so he pushes his writing tools aside to cross the distance between them.

Her eyes light up and her expression twists into something a little different, a light shining through her eyes that doesn’t match the way she’s still pouting. He cups her cheek to hold her face still and leans down, brushing his lips across her forehead, then against the tip of her nose, and finally on her full lips.

When he pulls away, she’s blushing.

“That’s what.”

[wild-morrigan]

Josephine Montilet as a John William Waterhouse painting

[ivycrowned]

lairiel replied to your post: So I know it’s midnight but i’m feeling artsy so...

(whispers) inquisitor/josie

i’m gonna do them too : D