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[fadewalking]

"Be honest Felassan, is our people's history really the path of freedom ? " For Felassan from Merrill (@morsxmihixlucrum)

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"Depends. Where do you believe your freedom was stolen from? Will dusting off a few old pots and tomes end prejudice, slavery, or poverty? Will it stop a human from calling you knife-ear, or give you a voice in their politics? No.

But that does not have to strip your work of its value. Our culture’s worth is inherent and should not be measured by what it offers you, da’len. If knowing that feels hollow, then consider this: Our people's history is as much a chronicle of terror as it is of splendor. Your responsibility, should you continue to pursue it, is to sift through the rubble and decide what deserves reverence and what is better served as a warning of what not to repeat. Without that insight, any freedoms won for the Elves will crumble as moorings built on sand."

[fvrtvne]

@morsxmihixlucrum asked “Help! I’m stuck in a house!”

a slight swagger in the pirate’s step brought her to the frame of merrill’s home, the other’s honey-sweet chirps spilling through the open window just enough to catch her attention. the alienage was abuzz—neighbors whispering, their wary glances darting her way, though no one dared approach. isabela smirked, unconcerned, and knelt by the door. the lock was a little stubborn, but her deft fingers worked with practiced ease. soon enough, the soft click of success echoed, and she stood, pushing the door open with a flourish.

" have you tried asking it to let you go, kitten? " she called out, her voice dripping with playful mockery, a wide grin tugging at her lips.

stepping inside, she let her gaze sweep the room with an exaggerated air of inspection, her hands resting casually on her hips. " so, what’s the story? did you offend the furniture? or did the door just finally get tired of you? "

she paced further in, sharp eyes scanning for any signs of disaster. " seriously, merrill, next time maybe don’t challenge the house to a duel, " she added, a laugh bubbling in her throat. " cause my money'd be on the house. "

[starwrittenfates]

✨ Dragon Age Starter Call // @morsxmihixlucrum

It's rare when she can find a quiet moment these days, so Lyna enjoys it when it happens, even if she does have a bad habit of trying to distract her mind in her work. Despite being the Warden-Commander of Ferelden now, it wasn't enough to stop her from thinking back on her original home and her clan.

She continued to keep in touch with them thanks to letters back and forth with Merrill, but nothing would compare to meeting with her in person after so long. ❝Lethallan! ❞ Lyna exclaims, the word almost feeling foreign on her tongue. ❝ It is good to see you, Merrill. Thank you for meeting up with me. It's been awhile. How are you doing? ❞

[that-hawke-woman]

❝Nothing creepy about a bunch of old abandoned caves. Nothing creepy at all.❞ for Merrill @morsxmihixlucrum

@morsxmihixlucrum

Dragon Age Inquisition Starters

"Of course not! Totally fine. Deeeh-finitely not going to die." Her tone was unmistakably sarcastic as she shook her head, but Ana was unable to shake the underlying feeling of unease that the empty, windswept cavern gave her. These caves were abandoned, right? Sure, there had been slaver activity here at one point, but they'd cleared those sorry sacks of shit out years ago. Still, something about this place felt wrong somehow. "Why did we come this way, again? And where the devil did Anders and Aveline disappear to?"

[fatewoven]

His armor remains bristled, sharp at the edges. Both a shield and weapon built from broken pieces, salvaged and scavenged, paid in blood an a waning naivety over the years. To that effect: his disdain proves oppressive. There's something clogging in the back of his throat, preventing him from breathing properly for too long of a moment at her response. "What I've endured," he repeats slowly, tone baleful. Acidity clings to each harsh consonant. "What could you possibly understand about it? No other choice existed but to endure it. Do you think I simply tolerated being treated as less than nothing every day of my life?" More awaits of that sordid, gruesome, and shameful history awaits on the tongue, but he swallows instead. Tastes bitter hops and something worse as he glares at Merrill and her too-wide eyes. Dalish, they're always looking down at something; always finding a lack to point out, a wisdom the flat-eared elves haven't the bloodline to earn. Too easily does her voice slips between the gaps of his armor, a chisel against the brittle surface he wants to hide forevermore. "I hope you do not take your freedom of choice for granted for as long as you live, mage." Expression shifting toward cynical neutrality, Fenris leans back into the chair. "I refuse because I want to refuse. It's an experience that's yet to wear out its novelty. The way you speak has little difference to how magisters bemoan their lost glory. You can pave whatever road you wish with good intentions, but do not be surprised when it leads to an ending that's far from satisfactory."

"Shall that reason present itself, will you truly be able to let go of it after this long ? " It was a genuine question. She had so much trouble in the beginning to shed what she had been when coming to Kirkwall. She had learned a lot from it, but to learn you had to accept certain things. As she watched , with a slight stiffness, Fenris take another swig of ale, she did wonder why he indulged talking to her, if he had that much disdain for her.

The usual chain of words then came again. Even if she showed him that she was no little girl, that she had been educated and tought to be a Keeper, he would still find something to correct her. "So you're hateful and a hypocrite" she concluded. " You are willing to use something from your past and mold it to something you stand for. You too use markings built on the corpses of countless slaves, with a potential that could cripple you and everyone around you. However you think you know what you are doing, but you only see the world through what you endured. " She picked up her cup, she felt the tips of her ears burning a bit. She was so daring, she had to tell that to Varric and Isabela later. But , the tone was still one of a historian. There was no judgement, just a matter of fact conclusion. "Maybe that is why you are so grumpy, lying to yourself must be more exhausting than me digging through the past. " She put her cup down. "And you are mistaken. I understand your disdain, you refuse to relate." And now she would wait for the sardonic laugh or the cynical reply.

[magecrashout]

[ a hug ] from Merrill (@morsxmihixlucrum)

accepting!

hawke needs to be hugged more often than she admits. merril takes her in her arms by surprise but she does not even complain. it's a short-lived shock and then she throws her arms right back. hawke take a breath, feeling somewhat relieved.

she smiles. ❝ thank you, ❞ her voice is soft. ❝ did i look like i needed it ? ❞ she hopes not, but a positive answer won't surprise her either. hawke holds the hug for longer than usual, not wanting to let go first.

[altusofhousepavus]

One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood? 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!' Dorian: In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.

Dorian Pavus from Dragon Age Inquisition . Penned by K , mutuals and selective . May contain triggering themes.

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[lone-blade]

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Tagging: @alitlantern @nobodyexpectsthe @morsxmihixlucrum and anyone else who feels like it

[lcgacyofages]

🌹 for Atena from Merrill *shhh* @morsxmihixlucrum

Send 🌹if your muse has a crush on mine.

FUN FACT I was originally planning to romance Merrill with Atena but in game chemistry changed. but like. no one blames her Atena is 100% a babe

[rookmethis]

Blog to a very overly done and no bullshit Rook that is canon-divergent . Penned by K this is a mutuals only and selective blog. Reader's discretion is advised, this blog may contain triggering themes.

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[starwrittenfates]

"Yes, I mean Lyna." At hearing that he had been mentioned about by his warden, Zevran feels his heart soar with joy, giving the mage before him his usual playful smile. "Ah, so she did talk about me. She flatters me. It is pleasure to meet you, Merril. I am Zevran Aranai, adventurer and occasional assassin. No longer a crow though."

Now that she mentioned being from the same clan as Lyna, it made him think back on the conversations they would have on their adventures and the letters he would manage to exchange with her here and there just to let her know he was still alive. "Ah! She mentioned you as well. Told me that you were the first to the clan's keeper and helped her try to find Tamlen. You were also like a sister to her."

He pauses, knowing how sensitive the topic must be to bring up, remembering how it was for Lyna too. Instead, he changes the subject in his cheerful and carefree way. "I'm curious, what else did she mention about me?"

Merrill was humming to herself , one of her clan's songs. She was busy reading, but not really. Her mind was always wandering to how to fix the Eluvian. Usually people Hawke met, were then introduced to her by Hawke and then either hated her guts or rarely spoke to her. They were all so polite about it too , except for Fenris.

So when she heard a man's voice, she shot up , straight as a pole . Better be safe than sorry, even if she had made Kirkwall her home. "Oh...oh...hello..." she was taken aback by the fact that this was an elf. "Yes...I mean, yes I am Dalish. " she stumbled on her words. "Your warden ? ..." she had the wheels run in her head before her eyes widdened.

Oooh by the gods beard, ...like there are many elvish , dalish wardens out there. Oh Merrill.... you mean Lyna ? She is like a sister to me, we hail from the same clan , actually. " She tilted her head, trying to figure out if she had read about this man. "Wait...are you the crow ? I thought she meant you had black hair." she chuckled. "I'm Merrill ."

[magecrashout]

❛  why me?  ❜ for Merrill @morsxmihixlucrum

❝ merril, dear, i ask myself the same thing. ❞ hawke hummed. she raised the bottle she had in hand — bringing it to her lips and taking a prolonged sip. hawke's eyes focused back on her friend. it was hard to imagine a world without problems, certainly not her world.

❝ in fact, i ask that all the damn thing.❞ she scooted closer and then brought her legs to a cross once more. ❝ for once, i will pretend to be the advisor — what troubles you? what can the mighty and very witty hawke help you with ? ❞ thought she jested, she was always serious about her friends. her methods sometimes involved less talking and more action... yet merril could confide in her, though it was best to not rely fully on the advice marian gave after a drink or two. or perhaps it was best to not take her advice in general.

[lone-blade]

@morsxmihixlucrum | starter call

" Do you need --- " he had seen the woman ahead on the road pacing in circles and...talking to herself? Carver couldn't make out if the the elf was in peril or not and, despite his wish to arrive at his destination promptly, cut back to offer assistance.

What he did not expect was this.

" ---Merrill? " disbelief coasts his tongue, and the Warden nearly gasps out loud. " What are you doing out here? "

[starwrittenfates]

✨ Dragon Age Starter Call // @morsxmihixlucrum

He has been on the run for a couple years now, trying to find a way to dismantle the Crows from the inside. It started with taking out his old master, then taking out the other grandmasters. He knew no matter what he did, the Crows would come after him in one way or another, and they had. But once again, he had been shown mercy by someone else, and as before, he decided to return the favor.

However, there was one person in Hawke's crowd that stood out to him the most, having spotted her facial tattoos. ❝ I'm sorry...I couldn't help but notice, you're of the Dalish, no? Perhaps you know of my dear Warden? ❞

[fadewalking]

"What of my face, da’len?" Felassan asked, one brow arched in subtle challenge, the dark lines of his Vallaslin shifting with the motion. "Does it seems to you that I carry myself with shame?" Certainly he didn't.

He’d had countless opportunities to remove it, if he’d wanted to. There were times, long ago, when he considered it. But he had, each time, decided against it. It had always been a symbol—then, as it was now. For some, they stood as a mark of oppression; for him, they were a defiance, an insult to those who tried to keep him under thumb and found they could not. And a reminder to those still oppressed that these markings did not have to shackle them.

"Shame is the last thing the Dalish need, on top of everything else." He chided gently. "And when has anyone ever been able to convince even ten people of the same opinion, let alone an entire nomadic, fiercely proud people? " He shook his head. Too many champions of noble causes faltered because they tried to force others into their way of thinking. He’d seen it far too often, and he had no desire to watch Merrill make the same mistake.

"It is not for you to tell all Dalish which path to tread. If I know anything about the Dalish, it is that the more you try to push them in one direction, the harder they will fight against you. All you can do is listen to yourself, lead by example, and offer the choice of a different way." He paused, taking a moment to chew on his next words.

"Most importantly: you never stop asking yourself if you are doing the right thing for the right reasons. And should you ever find the answer to be no, you must have the courage to change course... No matter the consequence."

cont / @fadewalking

Her conversations with Felassan were an enrichment for her mind. Her stay in the Arlathan forest was truly sparking a new found desire to know what they once have been. She had gathered so much knowledge since she had left her clan, but sometimes she was not sure how to apply it. She still felt like a pariah , not quite fitting anywhere.

"I have been doing that all my life. From when I was chosen to be my keeper's first , to caring for the city elves of Kirkwall, to now helping these Veiljumpers with the inside I can provide. We are splendor and we are danger, it is quite beautiful. " Her gaze got lost on the horizon , as a breeze went through her black hair. "But even time rusts beautiful things, and what once were, has to adapt or die.My face shows now a scar of shame and not of pride anymore. Can I impose to all Dalish to not carve vallaslin or accept that the Dalish vallaslin has nothing to do with what the Elvhenan intended it to be ? What to choose?"

She remembered how naive she was a mere 20 years ago, thinking she could end it all, have it the Dalish way, thought it was a noble path. Most of what she believed then, was tested now and like Felassan said, she had to sift through the rubble and decide.

[lcgacyofages]

It had been a usual evening at the Hanged Man. Another job, another coin to put in the family pot. If Uncle Gamlen didn't gamble it away or her mother didn't decide she needed to go shopping for some fineries. Why was Atena the parent? Nothing seemed to be going together for her.

The comment from Merrill got a chortle from her. She shook her head as Merrill realized her point and Atena took a drink.

"Normally, people born with a bit more copper than you and I have," she said. "They buy their shit to have together. Pay other people to get it together." She set her mug down. "Like me. Boss man makes a gold coin, I just make a copper." She did most of the grunt work with the smugglers, but they got the better pay.

"Hopefully this next job'll get everything a bit more in order."

@lcgacyofages sent for Atena : i’ve heard some people have their shit together.

The information did not disturb Merrill , cultures and practices. She did wonder however, how they were storing it. "Do they keep it in a jar ? A chest? A bucket - " Merrill stopped her train of thoughts , her eyes widened. "Oh !---- you mean in a metaphorical sense." she chuckled. "Well have you also heard how to achieve this status?"