#kinlochs

[kinlochs]

FORGIVING WHO YOU ARE FOR WHAT YOU STAND TO GAIN. JUST KNOW THAT IF YOU HIDE, IT DOESN'T GO AWAY.

#KINLOCHS : HERO OF FERELDEN. COMMANDER OF THE GREY.

drank from the chalice with mei. she/they, 23. verses for the entire dragon age series. psd.

[dcvium]

@kinlochs asked:

The battlefield is dying down with the decisive victory the Inquisition has garnered over the enemy Templars in the area. Of course, through all this, the party has scattered—separated by combat and struggle. Cassian searches for Nimue through the thick wood, the only noise his breathing and the crack of branches. He hears an odd sound nearby. Grunting, maybe? Some sickening squelching sound alongside. He breaks through the treeline and stumbles upon Nimue spattered in blood, grappling and stabbing the last Templar with vigor. "Inquisitor," Cassian calls across the clearing. Nimue continues digging into the now-still Templar, the blood surely dripping from her hands at this point. "Inquisitor." He shouts louder, crossing quickly now that he realizes something is amiss. The mage attempts to intervene with Nimue's carnage but is only pushed and shoved away. He only manages to grab her attention when he practically yanks her against him in a gamble, their lips colliding in a tense and furious kiss. Cassian keeps his grip in her hair until he no longer feels resistance and slowly allows them to part, breathing hard. "Nimue?" He asks hesitantly.

She'd lost herself somewhere. Somewhen. Daggers glinted as she flourished them. She was far enough away from anyone she could consider friend or ally. Again, again, again. The shining blades had long ago turned red with gore. As had much of her. Blood spray coated the little elf from gouged arteries. There was no thought. No perception beyond this desire for more blood. More death.

Inquisitor. The title meant nothing. It was someone else. It was something else. It was meant to apply to someone good. His calls of the title gained no reaction. Her blade began to thunk against solid bone, carving into it. The victim was long dead, but she wanted him deader. She felt the attempts to stop her. At first her thoughts were solely on returning to the body, making more holes, but something in her registered that she was being hindered--- so her blades turned to the source.

Or, they would have. She was, in all ways, far smaller than the Warden-Commander. A foot shorter, a thinner form, and even in her blood-rage, he was stronger. She'd squirm against him, try to unpin herself, until she was distracted. The last thing she could have expected was a kiss in this state. It was enough to throw her. Rough and harsh. Her mind stalled, the urges quieting as her surprise overwhelmed them. Nimue relaxed, at least partially. The blades clattered on the ground, an intentional show of disarming before they'd even parted.

Her name... now that meant something. That wasn't some title forced on her by strangers. It was her. Brows knit as her body quivered a bit, shaky from the strong feelings clearing so suddenly. When she spoke, it was soft.

"I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."

[archonoclasm]

Skyhold's rife with chatter. Beside it, there comes, too, the undeniable weight of wary glances.

Ah. The traitorous Wardens ever fragile to deception...! Peering up, their gait, their gravity, reels his mind.

"There you are," Dorian greets. Behind him, the scant tremble of the sunset strikes the window. "You Grey Wardens certainly have a fascinating way with first impressions, haven't you? Of course, I haven't met many Grey Wardens, I can't say it's a habit, but did you know that my run in with Blackwall involved discovering that he willingly quarters in horse shit? If you don't believe me, you should head to the stables. Truly, our plunging into the Fade is tame in comparison." Maker, and how he recalls that timbre, that ever-haunting voice sat clawing at his conscience... Thoughtful, Dorian, head lowered, looks deeply at his gameboard. Licked golden, his ivory bishop stares the black queen down. "Usually, an exorbitant dinner precedes the grand reveal of my biggest fears," he offers, "but I suppose defying expectation is rather your specialty." / @kinlochs, ♡ liked for a starter.

[saccageurs]

THERE'S A MISCHIEVOUS SMIRK ON the boy's face and a mirthful glint in deep blues. what is he up to now. . . ‴ so, i think it would be REALLY cool if you told me about the super secret joining ritual. ‴

@kinlochs

[weishaupts]

smash or pass................. all of the inquisition's advisors

SMASH OR PASS / ACCEPTING !

"oh... oh, that's interesting. i think...." she pauses for a moment, pursing her lips. "smash. all of them."

[prophetries]

8, 12!

Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

this will shock but evelyn is very libertine when it comes to her own body/nudity. like, she genuinely sees nothing wrong with being naked. of course there's a time and a place for everything, she's not going to hold court in her underclothes, but traveling with her companions, bathing, etc. she just doesn't find any shame in her naked form. not that she particularly thinks it's wonderful or anything. she just sees the body as something created in the maker's image, so it is something to celebrate and not something to hide or be ashamed of.

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Big blusher during Inquisition. Not so much during Veilguard. she's a neck-blusher more than a cheek blusher (but does get flush if she drinks) so it's a bit easier to hide. unless she tries very hard to compose herself (which she often does) , she tends to wear her emotions on her face.

[fvrtvne]

@kinlochs asked “I can just stick it in my chestplate. Shove it in there.”

was . . . was she was about to touch the hero of fereldens chest ??? --

a visible smile crosses her lips followed by a mind brimming with dirty comments before shaking it off, looking to the small bag she'd been ferrying about. he was right - (yippee!) and the templar would likely never suspect a man in armor to be smuggling phylactery's from the circle in his chestplate.

steadying herself, she clears her throat into a clenched fist.

"andrastes tits, i'm one of the luckiest women alive right now.

think they won't burst on our way out? not that i'd mind seeing you shirtless, but i'm certain a mix of other peoples bloods and glass could lead to some nasty consequences. "

[thanflowers]

❀ — memes / accepting!

@kinlochs said: “why do they call it a brothel? there’s no broth. or is there?”

        “it comes from old common,” elspeth explains, automatically. she is simply a font of strange and useless facts. if she's ill at ease in the pearl, she does a decent job of hiding it. “related to brēothan, which means degenerate.” she looks around the place. “it's not the most forgiving of definitions, to be sure.” 

[miidnighters]

@kinlochs said "that was a close call, wasn't it?"

"You can say that again."

Morgan is scrawny, and scrappy - nothing like the bulk of the man next to him. He wasn't any sort of fighter at all.

So it would have been much more of a close call without Cassian's help, and Morgan was very much aware of it.

"I appreciate you stepping in."

[kinglywarden]

prompts ( accepting ) @kinlochs: you're making "the face" again.

The flush over his cheeks couldn't be hidden, and Alistair has to steady himself into not sputtering in response. It was a known habit of his, getting so deep into concentration that his face gets away from him. It'd been that way even in Redcliffe, helping the farmhands muck out the stables, even they had noticed it. The revered mother and sisters also had noticed, and they did not take kindly to what they thought was him being a fool during prayer or reading. It was embarrassing, and something he hoped he had grown out of by now.

Studying Cass's face for only a moment, he ducks his head, forcing his eyes back onto his armor and the neat swipes of a rag over the smooth metal. " I hope it was at least a decent face. " He remarks dryly, truly not picking up on if the other was jesting with him or not. Even after all their time together on their travels, people could still be hard to read, and Alistair was definitely not the best at reading one's intentions.

" Wait you call it the face? Is it something you talk about often? " The question is out before he could stop himself, and the grimace that follows also isn't easily hidden. " Forget I asked, I'm not sure if I even want to know. "

[dcvium]

@kinlochs asked:

it is not the strength of the body, but the strength of the spirit.

A soft rumble sounded deep within her throat. Like a considering thing. "Personally, I think it's both. Spirit's great and good until the body gives out. Maybe it can help you go for longer, push more, but eventually? Eventually, the body will give up." She... assumed? Truthfully, her body seemed unable to give up, at times.

[veilstr1der]

3, 4, 5 for vanilla hcs!

vanilla sunday meme .

is your muse good at kissing? are they experienced?

yes, he's good at kissing and he does have experience with kissing. he's a slow, explorative, soft kisser that can then build up into being more urgent, desperate, deep. he very much enjoys kissing, the affection, the intimacy, the soft exploration, the sensations, the vulnerability. lowkey a strong advocate for the you should be able to make out with your friends and it be non - sexual, but would never say so out loud because he figures some of his friends might not want to know that he's interested in making out with them.

does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

no, not without some form of invitation, whether verbal or non-verbal. not to say that he's standoffish or reserved. he's a meet me half way kind of initiate. he'll move to be close to his partners, he'll reach out, he'll leave the metaphorical door open for them to walk through. it's obvious when he wants contact, he's just patient and prefers to get confirmation before acting on it.

is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?

yes, and no. it depends on the environment that he and his partner(s) are in. when comfortable with it, he's very happy with pda. hold his hand, grab his butt, kiss him. he'll do the same, throw in some nape of the neck caresses, some ear stroking, hand on the lower back, hand on thigh or knee etc. once permission is granted, he is very handsy. when not comfortable, he will settle with close proximity, maybe an odd casual physical contact like tucking hair behind an ear, pulling lint off his partners, readjusting clothes, but otherwise just being nearby to them.

for some context: he's very comfortable with public displays of affection in arlathan, rivain, and the anderfels. he is not comfortable with it in minrathous or treviso, and is neutral in the necropolis. a lot of that has to do with how comfortable he is in his environments. minrathous is not a city that he feels comfortable in for a lot of reasons but he is especially conscious of his partner becoming a target for violence, abuse, or threats based on who he is ( rook, pain in the ass for the venatori, mercenary mark, and also, ya know, he's an elf ). treviso is a little weirder?? the crows are . . . complicated and dangerous and he doesn't understand a lot of the intricacies of the house feuds or how contracts are chosen and he doesn't want his partner(s) to become targets of a rival house or for contracts to be put out on them because for w/e reason rook may be off limits ( at least until the gods are defeated ).

[nobodyexpectsthe]

We have a limited vocabulary, which means we disagree constantly.

"All the more reason to expand your vocabulary, Warden-Commander. You'd be surprised how many doors open with the right turn of phrase most will easily overlook."

The elf pillows his chin in his hand, looking up at the human with a smile that fails to meet those preternaturally green eyes.

"For instance, our current disagreement over could be solved with two very simple words that are not mine to say."

[weishaupts]

👀 + he's definitely daydreamed during meetings about pushing everything off of his desk and taking her there instead........

dirty thoughts / accepting !

oh she likes that idea. very much.

[tideveil]

[ APPROVAL ] + executing loghain at the landsmeet

This was not revenge, this was justice.

Teyrn Loghain was once a hero of Ferelden, too. But what he did during the rebellion did not count for all the lives he had willingly sacrificed to pursue his paranoia, willing to sacrifice Ferelden lest he admit his wrongdoings. Executed and hunted. She felt the assassin's knife still on her throat, she felt the helpless anger at the back of her throat as he stood next to Howe.

Alistair readies his blade. She looks at him, nodding.

"For Duncan."

For Father, for Mother. For Oriana and Oren. For Nan, and Aldous, Ser Gilmore and Mallol and-

Blood splatters hit her face. She does not notice.

Alys greatly approves.

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[veilflame]

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