#lcthallin

[breakiitdown]

          Lúcio laughs,  well,  giggles ----- putting his hands on the other’s cheeks and leans himself against the other’s chest.   He was honestly exhausted,  but he felt as though celebrations were in order for the occasion! Even if that just included drinking until he felt as though he was going to puke.   “we havta practice to...”  he yawns,  bringing his hands down from the other’s face and wrapping his arms around his torso.   “we’re getting married...”  // @lcthallin cont. from x

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@lcthallin

Dorian paced around the small area he had claimed in the library, scanning the shelves for something he may have missed. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, tugging it slightly in frustration. “Fasta vass,” he grumbled, “how fucking hard can it be to find some books?”

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@lcthallin from X

It was a bizarre place to hide, well, anything, but the coin purse containing pilfered jewelry and valuables...  He didn’t have to think more than a half second before dropping it on the ground with a soft thud and kicking it under the other’s robes.  It was ludicrous enough to work and he wasn’t going to ask questions.

“New book huh?  What’s this one about?”

Time to act casual, as though he and the other elf were friends as the furious noble stormed towards them, looking for their belongings.  

“You two!”  The noble jabbed a finger towards them, making it very clear to whom they were speaking to.  “Have you seen who stole my heirloom bracelet?”

The city elf just raised an eyebrow at the noble, looking rather bored and leaned slightly toward the Dalish, speaking in Elven.  “I’ve got no idea what he’s talking about.  I don’t speak Common, do you?”

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Cole almost shied away from the pat, but leaned into it instead. He wasn’t quite used to people wanting to touch him. Another odd but welcome feeling. 

“It’s not the spirit part that’s used to cold, it’s the Fereldan part. And the Chasind part. Cold feels like home. At least, some cold does. Not the deep, deep cold. That feels like dying no matter where you’re from.”

[dcnetheimpossible]

Nelras jolted awake when he felt someone shake him, and he had to fight down the panicked urge to use magic when he realized he didn’t know where he was at first.

Slowly recognition set in, and he calmed the slight sparks jumping between his fingers.  Luckily he hadn’t drooled on his notes, a small blessing.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, hiding behind the hair that had slipped from its bun hours before.  “I’ll—  I didn’t mean to fall asleep.  Did you– Did you need the desk?  Or–?”  He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to get himself back into some semblance of order before speaking again.

“What time is it?”

the jolt of a reaction, the sharp static that formed around them, even for mere moments, put thallan on edge, and he took a step back on instinct. shoulders stiff, he crossed his arms over his chest, a barrier between them as the other student caught himself and came down from that initial flight or fight. good, at least there wouldn’t be any ruined books. “ we’re closing, “ he replied, the end syllable lifting, a lilt that suggested uncertainty, despite the tight frown that graced his lips. “ it’s pretty late. you’ve been here for hours. i wasn’t sure if you were -- injured, or something? “ drunk? really stressed out? thallan isn’t certain what he’s implying. 

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@lcthallin from x

“Intimidation....”  Talon gave a little shrug, not totally sold on that.  “Sometimes, depends on the person and how you do it.  I mean, really it’s more fun than anything.  Kinda useless in combat though, cuz it can get tricky to hit and either way, you’re just throwing a knife away.”

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lcthallin replied to your post: holykniight replied to your post: ...

NELRAS WAS FIRST ADOPTIVE FATHER, HE IS THE ONE TRUE DAD

OOC. No adoption papers, we settle this like men

[scarsthatshapeus]

@lcthallin - as discussed - ((hello friend))

The Inquisitor. Teagan had heard a lot of things about the man, both good and bad. That was one thing that stayed constant in a world gone mad: there were always rumours, and they almost always conflicted. Teagan had kept his ear to the ground, soaking up as many rumours as he could until Varric sent him a letter about Corypheus.

That name still made him cringe. He thought he’d killed Corypheus years ago, put an end to someone who could have been so much trouble, but apparently, he’d failed. He had to put things right, fix his mistake and help all of those who had been damaged by it. So here he was in Skyhold, leaning against the battlements and waiting to be introduced to someone who also wanted to set the world right. Varric had said good things about the man.

Sure enough, he heard Varric introduce him as the Champion of Kirkwall and pushed himself off the battlements, trying to look a bit more professional. He still cut quite a figure, towering at 6′7″ in his armour, but the slight smile on his face, however slight it was, softened his appearance just slightly.

“Though I don’t exactly use that title much anymore, I am pleased to meet you as well, Inquisitor.” He stepped forward, examining the other man. An elf, younger than him, but with a kind face. That was definitely good to see. This world was quite short of kindness, though he felt bad someone so young had this much on his shoulders. “I came as soon as I got Varric’s letter. I am always glad to help, and considering that it’s Corypheus, it’s my duty to.”

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@lcthallin from x

“You may be better at one than the other, but that does not mean it is all you can do.  It only takes a bit more concentration to do the other, is all.”  

Nelras is trying his best to be compassionate and leaderly, like his Keeper would want since he is next in line, but he has trouble finding the right words.

Slanting a glance over at the other elf, Fenris huffed a laugh, aware the Inquisitor was genuinely attempting to be... comforting, and equally aware that he was unlikely to get anywhere at all with his current subject.

    “Would you not be better off to encourage my current path? I could accomplish a great deal for your Inquisition.” He drew a single clawed fingertip up the length of his blade and smiled faintly when it chimed faintly, in perfect pitch as only true forged aurum could be. “You have but to aim a weapon in the proper direction, after all, for it to be effective. And as it is now my choice, I would prefer to be made use of by those with good intentions.”

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lcthallin replied to your post: Male qunari mercenary with bright green eyes and a...

gestures gently at sideblog FreeFromtheQun

not so gently boops the follow button tbh  👈 👀👈

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lcthallin replied to your post: I just had a horribly sad plot idea?[[MOR]...

I follow you and then you IMMEDIATELY break my heart

If you came here to have a good time....... I have plenty of that but I excel at heartbreak.

[dcnetheimpossible]

      he’s never met an elf who made him feel short before, but here they are, thallan’s head tipped back slightly to look at the inquisitor -- who he’s yet to meet, and honestly never expected to. when he and killian had joined the inquisition, they had settle in to doing whatever they could do to help, his cousin joining the other healers, while thallan joined the scouts.      he’s curious, don’t get him wrong -- another dalish elf, so far from home, and in a position of power? but curiosity has long been tempered by hesitance and the knowledge that he could lose another person; after illia died, he’d learned to hold back on his curiosity. admittedly, it makes him seem a little stand offish, but -- well, hopefully the inquisitor will understand.   back straight, bow in hand, he offers a hesitant smile, and nods his head in greeting. “ aneth ara, your worship. “

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@lcthallin from x

“You though, you got magic right?  You can always just throw up a barrier if you gotta.  That’s gotta be handy.”

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@lcthallin cont. from here.

✗ ; ——— The farther his hand was from her skin, the more her shoulders seemed to slop downwards. As quick to relax as they were to tense up, her muscles were calm once again. She knew he hadn’t meant to cause any sort of trouble, and she herself often let her curiosity get the better of her more so than he did, so she could hardly consider herself angry. Truth be told, it didn’t hurt. Not physically. Still, she felt a little better once he promised not to touch it again.

     “An orange piece of metal, a dozen hands, and a cold table.” she pinched one of her braids in between her fingers. “The metal melted my skin, the hands held me down, and the table kept me still.”

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lcthallin replied to your post: i dont wanna b that guy™ but im thinking of adding...

I feel that. it’s so frustrating, especially with like… symbol memes that they don’t have to actually rp with you to send in???

      like in my last meme reblog things i expressed how excited i was 2 rp w that then i got a lot of reblogs of the meme and nothing sent in while the ppl who reblogged it got stuff sent in and its like ,,, cool cool cool not 2 be petty but tahts my middle name tf