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       ‘   how  are  you  HOLDING  UP ?  ’    she  remembers  her  own  joining ,  though  that’s  hardly  a  surprise  —  it’s  been  WHAT ,  barely  a  year  since  she  became  a  warden ?   how  strange ;  it  feels  like  so  much  MORE  time  &  so  much  LESS  all  at  once .   ‘  drinking  darkspawn  blood  is ,  uh . . .  hardly  PLEASANT ,  from  what  i  remember .   but  if  you  have  any  questions ,  please  ask  me ?  i  suppose  that’s  my  job ,  being  warden-commander  and  all ,  though  i  still  doubt  the  wisdom  of  giving  a  nineteen  year-old  that  title .  ’

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      Dark hair loose surrounding ( hiding ) her face, Aoife made her way into the lowtown clinic. Expensive gowns & guards had been exchanged for a dark hood and a single bow strapped to her back leaving her unrecognizable to the crowds she spent her days with. To anyone nearby, she’d just look like another shady figure in their day to day life ( a sad thing to say about the state of the city ) and pay her no mind.

There was no urgency to her step, but there was a limp as she leaned against the ( dirty ) wall. Normally if something had gone wrong when she was alone she’d go to a hightown healer to save on resources, but this was too big to hide from her guards. Blood was dripping down her calf from where a longsword had caught her by surprise and if it was seen they’d double her surveillance. It was hard enough to get away as is.

So she waited for the clinic to clear out to see the healer ( Anders ) whom she’d only met on missions in the past. It helped to have a second, and for a moment she wished she’d had someone else with her today.

[magawke]

      “   YOU  HEAR  ME   ?   WE’LL  go  down  in  history.   ”

@justicebound  ♥’d  /  centuries  ;  fall  out  boy

[lcgacyofages-a]

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Atena stood at the threshold of the clinic. They had gotten the map for the quest Varric needed, but the encounter in the Chantry wasn’t something she had expected. Nor had it seemed to set well with the former warden. She took a breath and stepped further in, seeing him towards the back of the clinic.

“I wanted to check and see how you were doing,” she explained when he noticed her. “After everything with...Karl.” She just knew they had been friends, not much else, but friends could mean a few things in Ferelden. It was a private culture, after all. “If you needed to talk.”

[worthyfate]

“ am i a bad person ? ” ( for Warren )

“uh, well, bad is... relative.” not the most reassuring of answer, no. hand in his hair, he messes up the already messy mop and sighs. “some people will see you as a bad person, just as you may see some people as bad people. it can’t be helped.” hands falling, he offers something of a reassuring smile. “but i think what you do with that information is more important than the actual, you know... weight of it.” a vague gesture. “like... do good things to prove you’re not instead of letting what some people think make you what they already believe you are, right?” is this at all helping? maybe, but he’s still going anyway. “and uh, i guess, it’s more important if you think you’re a bad person or not.”

[theharellan]

❝ Looks like someone was digging for things that should have been left undisturbed… ❞

dragon age: inquisition starters | not accepting

“So it seems.” Solas nudges a fallen stone with the side of his foot, turning it to see where it had broken off from the whole. “And rather than mend his errors, Servis abandoned his soldiers to die,” he says, mouth curling with distaste. “I suppose I ought to expect no better from anyone who follows the likes of Corypheus.” Time and again they had proven themselves unworthy of command, spinning lies to no end. It was only a matter of time before they began to unravel.

He steps over the bodies of fallen Darkspawn, following the path with his eyes, avoiding the pools of black blood that flow from their broken bodies. “We will find him soon enough. With our influence in the region expanding, he does not have many places left to hide. What matters is we now know how the Darkspawn accessed the surface so easily. Your instincts served us well.”

Anders speaks with more conviction than Blackwall, at least where Darkspawn are concerned.

His arm stretches out, running his hand along where their excavation had gone awry. The rocks are still jagged under his palm, not worn down by a horde worthy of a Blight. “I fear collapsing the tunnel will only put our lives in danger, but together we may be able to mend it.”

[greyeyedgriffin]

“How are you feeling?”

“Definitely had better days,” Caitlin admitted, trying to keep her breathing slow and steady.  It wasn’t working, but it gave her the illusion that she was dealing with the pain well.  “Can I just say, broken arms?  Not fun.  Especially when you land on it after you break it.”

[arcanawise]

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me: aary, let me see what you have-- aary: a mAGE 8D me: no-!!!

[endtablefororphans]

29, 34, 40 (Character solidifying for Sannin)

Character solidifying!

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Going in the direction of theexamples supplied, Sannin would have many of them, but I thinkone of his biggest weaknesses  (though it lessens over time)  is hisdistrust for anything outside of his Clan.

He  (as pretty much any strictDalish person)  grew up with the mentality that he is only safewithin his Clan and everyone outside of it is out to get him.  A facthistory has all but proven  (time and time again)  to be true.

It makes him start out bitterand uncaring, it makes his companions have to work hard to gainhis trust, it makes anyone saying something remotely negativeabout elves gain his instant disapproval… and once you havehis disapproval, Sannin basically gives up on you.

At the start of his journey,Sannin does not do second chances.

(Which is why him choosing tomake Loghain a Warden is such a pivotal point in his charactergrowth.)

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

I wouldn’t call himself-righteous per say, especially since Sannin is the type of personto be the first to admit that ‘Yes, I am not a good person,’but he is an  'by any means necessary’-type of person who is willingto use any means if the end goal is worth it.  (i.e. killinganyone who comes near his Clan’s encampment without expresspermission no matter their reasoning to keep his family safe, threatening the ChantryMother to get the key to release Sten, letting Isolde sacrificeherself for her son, etc.)

Sannin is also someone whoholds onto grudges for a long time and has a hard time findingit in his heart to forgive people.  (Loghain is the firstperson he has ever given a second chance.)

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 

Sannin’s sense of humor is darkand dry.  Which is why he gets along with Sten and Zevran so well! (Among… other reasons.)

[adahlenxerelan]

😋: What's your muse's sense of humor like?

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It really depends on the company, if I’m being perfectly honest. Most of his jokes are subtle, and probably he’s going to be the only one chuckling at them, but I imagine he and Varric entertaining one another with wordplay. Overall though his sense of humor is really subtle, at least when he’s older; as a young elf running around in the trees and getting drunk on wine, he was much more relaxed and prone to being silly, but trauma and loss and near death experiences kind’ve knock that out of some people. 

I won’t say his humor is super sophisticated or anything though. Catch him gigglesnorting at some crude joke like a damn twelve year old once in a while, especially if he’s caught off-guard.

[solariic]

“ if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you. ” ( for Lucian )

                     It is a state of TOTAL SILENCE; the only sounds to break the dim are the faint, gentle drip of liquids in experiments, or the gentle ticking of a clock’s hands. For once, the frenzied man is at rest, nestled at his desk. Though he is surrounded by a number of questionable, grizzly artifacts, for now, he pays none of them mind. Instead, his arms remain tucked beneath his chest as he anchors himself against the table, his long form curved over the thick tome weighing down the wood. Its pages have long since yellowed, and the edges of its chapters are darkened with an old substance suspiciously like dried blood ━━ but to Lucian, it is a fascinating child’s picture book, if the enthralled look in his eye is any good judge.

                    A lithe hand lifts from where it has tucked itself to turn a fragile page, lingering upon the texture of the paper. He barely casts the fellow mage a glance, but the arches of his harsh features tilt in the suggestion of a smile. “ Really, Anders? I would have thought you would enjoy a simple afternoon of READING. You could find more interesting pastimes with others of our companions, I’m sure.”

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💝- A memory that made them feel loved

Peer Into My Muses Memories || accepting 

      Morning sunlight streamed in from a gap in the heavy curtains of her Kirkwall library. Slowly waking up, Aoife began to uncurl from her position on the couch. It wasn’t an unusual place to find her. Once she got started on reading something it was hard to put down and as clearly happened again, she’d read until she passed out.

Something was different this time though There was a warmth that she was unused too and it was only when she opened her eyes to the sleeping face of her husband she realized why. Memory of the night before came to her, causing a soft smile to cross her lips. 

Her eyes had begun to get sore so he’d offered to read it to her and almost as soon as she put her head in his lap, she’d fallen asleep. While he could have left to their room ( she’d slept through worse than light moving ) instead he fell asleep just like that. With his head propped up on his arm, and his other hand running through the woman's hair.

It was an unfamiliar warmth, but one she wanted to keep.

[lcgacyofages-a]

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Setting just after Act I and the return from the Deep Roads/Bethany being taken to the Circle

Did she have a habit of making excuses to go to Anders’s clinic? Perhaps Varric would say it, but Atena had perfectly reasonable reasons to do so. With Bethany having been taken the Circle, and Atena’s habit of getting into fights, there was a damn good reason to go to a healer. There was, also, the simple fact she enjoyed Anders’s company.

And so she found herself in the clinic with a superficial wound merely for the conversation. She had listened to his instructions and kept still as he tended to the gash on her arm. It had been a minor bar fight, just some idiots who thought they could one up her. But one got lucky.

“So, how have things been down here?” It could be taken she meant the clinic, but she was more concerned for Anders.

[taintedmagick]

continued from here !    ╱    @justicebound​

          A LIGHTHEARTED LAUGH slips past the Warden-Commander’s lips at her fellow mage's response.     ❝ ‘The dwarf’? Come on now, Anders, he has a name. What if I just called you ‘mage’? Or ‘lightning fingers’? ❞     Sabine wore her smirk with CONFIDENCE, eyes reflecting the crackling fire at the end of the room. Her hands curled around a goblet of wine, one that was lifted and left to pause at her lips and copper hues focused on the NEWLY-JOINED WARDEN sitting across from her at the table, the mirth that once sparkled in them now a dull shimmer.   

          ❝ Oghren fought AT MY SIDE during the Blight; regardless of how he acts, he is a great warrior and a greater man, and he deserves a bit more respect. ❞

[shysweet-hellhound]

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“Who--” Her voice was barely a squeak, not even a whisper, and the question caught in her throat. The woods were dark and deep, and while she didn’t fear them herself, this body knew the dangers lurking in it. This body remembered. And when a twig snapped all too close, its heart began to race, its chest began to constrict, and fear rose up in her. An all too mortal emotion. 

She cleared her throat and tried again. “Who’s out there?”

[tricksheart]

IF YOU WERE A DEITY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE THE GOD OF?

Your Result: The Revenant.

At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a 'death', whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you've been reborn. This reincarnation didn't come easy, and you're not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have. When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn't let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. You have a certain unshakable fixation with higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn't scare you. In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you've never felt more alive than you do now. As a deity, you're the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage.

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