#muse: filarick

[stellstells-archived]

Continued from here with @dalishborne

Filarick took a seat beside her in the area she so kindly made space for him, ordering a drink for himself as he did. He gave a short but soft chuckle at her comment. "Don't worry about it, we've been swamped for quite a while now and we finally have a break from all of it. Makes sense you'd be out of it to some degree."

He seemed to be in a similar condition to Revenelan with a fairly exhausted look on his face even with his seemingly content smile. "Yeah I feel ya, I learned that special skill back during my time with the Circle, I was half treated as a soldier back then due to my role. Though I can't say I'm much better off than you with the practice." He said with a light chuckle as his drink was passed to him, taking a sip as he finished.

[stellsaria]

@starlixir asked: ❝ History can be wrong, you know. ❞

Filarick looked at Nova with his tired, grumpy eyes as he replied. "Well, yeah, people lie all the time." He said with a slightly exasperated sigh, not really mad at her and more at the vile tome he'd been reading that brought this conversation to bear. "Besides the whole line of 'history is written by the victors', there's also countless revisions done to history books to hide shameful acts."

"Then again also to expose or lie about how king blah of blahblia was actually really into murdering goats with loincloths."

[stellsaria]

Filarick could tell easily that she meant those words, he could see and had seen how much she was struggling since the death of the bard. "You don't have to deal with it alone, we might not be able to fully understand what your going through. But we're all hear for you to lean on, we're in this together, Hope." He said that but he had his doubts on whether or not some of the group truly would.

He lifted a hand to push a few stray hairs out of her face, giving her a gentle if slightly sad smile before softly saying. "is there anything I can get you?"

Hope couldn't help feeling like a monster, not understanding what was happening to her. Was it just a defect of the tadpole or was it just how she had always been right from the very start? She didn't know, but what she did know was that she didn't like what was happening. She wanted control over herself again and these dark urges to go away, never haunt her again --- to clean the blood from her hands.

And every time she resisted the dark call, her head would throb and nausea would stir in her stomach, as if punishing her for not listening to it. At Filarick's words, it seemed to help calm her, although the guilt of her crime was still clearly written on her face. ❝ I-I want to do better. That's all I want. I don't want to give into these dark urges and hurt someone else who doesn't deserve it. ❞

[stellsaria]

WHICH CHARACTER ARCHTYPE DO YOU REPRESENT?

the Prophet-Martyr.

Someone representing something divine. Eyes fixed above everyone else's, on something too great for words. A person with a heart aflame, and a distant sort of kindness to everyone, a person who'd trade everything simply to understand.

Tagged by: @dcvium Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this.

[sunxxblessed]

@stellstells asked: “ 👕: My Muse witnesses your Muse finish up/start changing clothes [For Josephine to see Filarick, cuz I'd bet money it'd be funny] “ // From x

Josephine had been asked by Leliana to deliver a report to Filarick for the next mission they needed him to take up. In hindsight, she probably should have knocked on the man’s door before entering. It was common courtesy after all. But she had been distracted, in her own head as she skimmed through the paperwork she was carrying. So instead of knocking she simply opened the door to his room and walked in.

“Filarick, I have a report for you from Lelia - oh! Oh, I’m so sorry!” Her face flushed as she looked up to see the man standing in his room - half naked. As far as she could tell he had just stripped down to his small clothes, the new set of clothing still in his hand. She quickly turned away, using the papers in her hands to shield her eyes. 

“I-I didn’t realize you were changing! I should have knocked, shouldn’t I?” Even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but sneak a peak back at him. He certainly had a nice body; and it wasn’t as though she had seen any important bits. There was no harm in looking, right? “I can just leave the report if you’d like. Or I can come back later! That’s what I should do, yes. I will be going. So sorry!”

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Filarick smiled a wide and excited smile for a moment before reigning himself in with a soft clearing of his throat. "Ahem, right ok. Then in that case..." He trailed off as he scanned his eyes over a bookshelf before finding the one he wanted and pulling it out and dusting it off slightly before setting it on a table between them. "So first do you know how to read Trade Script- er- Common Script, the stuff us "Low Landers" write?" He said with no hint of insult more focused on trying to remind himself not to be like his writing teacher and call things by their dumb academic names that no one knew.

"If you can't that's alright, I can teach you or read what it says to you when we both have time." He still sounded slightly excited to be the teacher for once but he was trying his best to keep it cool.

Morren paused to consider his words. No one had ever bothered to teach her magic in her former clan. What she knew was self-taught through trial and error and communing with what natural spirits would listen to her. If she had limits, she didn't know them. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to manage more than healing of a few superficial cuts and bruises.

That was the problem with being the unwanted child of an Avvar clan, no one bothered with you and so you were left perpetually unsure of yourself.

"I want to learn as much as I am able to. I don't know my limits but I will find out." Morren told him confidently.

Whatever she managed, she would give it her all. Morren wanted to learn and she supposed that was a good a place to start as any. What happened next would be a journey of discovery, for her and probably for Filarick alike.

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@moonshinemuses  

Evelyn smiled seeing his blush, nudging him teasingly. “What was the circle life?” She asked curiously. “I was told horror stories, not sure how true they were or not.” She said honestly. She looked up at Filarick and smiled. “But Cullen, he’s done nothing for me to be worried about him harming mages.” She said.

Hearing Filarick chuckle at her joke about Vivienne, Evelyn grinned at his words. “I fear she’s going to know we are speaking about her. She always seem to know. I wonder if she has her own ears around here like Lilianna does.” She hummed, tapping her chin for a moment before shaking her head. “I promise it will get easier to call me by my name.” She promised.

Shrugged at her question of Circle life saying. “Everything you’ve heard is both true and false. Each Circle had it’s own way of doing things, Ostwick, where I’m from, was one of the middling ones and even there it was on the tamer side most of the time. For instance for what I got knocked out for, would have you burned with a hot poker in other places or would have gotten you a smack on the wrist in others.”

He gave Cullen a thought at her words. “The Commander seems to be much like a few soldiers I met, ones who’ve seen or done terrible things that haunt their dreams and quiet moments. I can tell his time in Kirkwall changed him, possibly for the better but most certainly for the worst as well.” He chuckled at the Vivienne and Leliana comparison. “It’s possible, important people are like that, there is a reason you have a Spymaster after all.”

[stellsaria]

Continued from Here @l2mplanted

Filarick gave the Lieutenant a gentle smile and said. "It's alright, I've worked with soldiers for a good few years, I'm not unused to that reaction." He also knew all too well about the L2 implant in Kaidan's head, even if the LT was one of the luckiest he'd met when it came to them, it made him somewhat uneasy. He tried not to let his own trauma break his bedside manner though and continued with his work. "Anything I'm not seeing that's hurting Lieutenant?" He said as he finished wrapping a small bandage on the man's forearm.

[daggersandsparks]

@wizardofshields​ :  “I don’t understand why they’re wearing masks. Everyone knows who everyone else is anyway.”

Mairwen laughed at the question, watching the Orlesian nobles as they went about socializing. Scheming. Plotting. Assessing everyone else. Especially all the various members of the Inquisition and its honor guard. ❝ Some rubbish about the Game. ❞ She shrugged, pinching a glass of wine from a noble that had just set it down, turning fully towards Filarick and giving him a wink. 

❝I think the only time they pretend not to know who’s behind the mask is when they want to hide an affair.❞ She mused aloud, taking a sip of the wine and ignoring the noble’s quiet confusion behind them. ❝Which, I think just takes the romance out of it. Throwing a Masquerade ball in Rivain or Antiva or even the Marches sounds like it’d be more fun.❞

[musamulta-aa]

valentine’s day application

Name: Filarick Barret

Age: 26

Do you like to cuddle?: Yes, cuddling is always a plus.

Can we make-out?: Of course, wouldn’t be Valentines without a bit of making out.

A night in or dinner out?: Night In, who needs fancy dinners from a restaurant when a kitchen is all you need.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice Cream, on the couch, watching something or reading.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I have a great… Personality ;), also I think I’m funny.

Would you cook for me?: Yes, love to cook, especially when it’s for someone else who will enjoy it.

Would you let me cook for you?: Only if I can help, only way I wouldn’t help is if I was tied down or was too sleepy to realize what was happening.

Send my muse a Valentine’s application.

“You know, you might have had me, but we differ at the ice cream. You always pick chocolate covered strawberries, Fil. Always.” There was a beat and then a wink. “Mm, considered anyway.”

@wizardofshields​

[sunxxblessed]

@stellstells asked: “ 💪: My Muse witnesses your Muse coming back from / working out in the gym [for Cassandra to see Filarick] “

Cassandra had been surprised to see the mage training early in the morning. Normally when she got up at dawn, she was the only one using the practice dummies. This day, it seemed Filarick had beaten her to it. She stood off to the side a bit as she watched him with fascination. He seemed to be getting in a good work out by the looks of it. Sweat gleamed on his skin as she finally chose to approach him. 

Her sword remained sheathed at her side as she got closer. The last thing she wanted to do was spook him during his work out and make him think she was there to attack. She kept her steps light as she walked to him, clearing her throat to make her presence known.

“I see I am not the only one who likes to train early in the morning,” Cassandra said, smiling softly at him. “Though I do not want to interrupt your work out; you seemed to be in the middle of it. Would it be alright if I train with you? I know we do not fight the same, but sparring could still be fun.”

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Filarick felt sorry for the scouts assigned to the task of dredging the lake. He wished them the best. That pity was quickly replaced with confusion and terror as the Herald practically forced upon him the horrible task of going to the one place in the Hinterlands he wanted to go to the least. He'd rather be sent into the Dragon's den to the south, that felt like an easier fight than a Magister that could possibly cause all this trouble. He thought about refusing, but he was in no position to refuse a superior's orders. It looked like he was going back to a true Knight Enchanter, he just hoped there'd be less mage hunting this time around. With a soft sigh, he resigned himself to his fate and said.

"It's Filarick, sir."

With his resignation to his fate, he reached into a side pocket on his pack and pulled out a hilt, placing it on his hip. And with it, a small shift in attitude of the mage, easily missed, as his posture straightened slightly, and he seemed just a tiny bit more like a fighter than a healer.

"And I trust you won't take my volunteering so lightly and let me go in alone, right?"

Ah yes, Jasper forgot that this had not been the first time Redcliffe had been associated with magical phenomena. There had been stories of some sort of commotion happening during the Fifth Blight as well, though he'd never heard the exact details. Perhaps this was some weirdness left over from that?

"Well, that's what scouts are for." Jasper replied with a grin "It'll keep them busy for a while and out of trouble, for the most part. I'm sure they'll have a great time."

Better them than him. He didn't imagine the waters of the lake would be particularly warm this time of year. He wondered how much of a verbal thrashing he would get from Leliana for this. The woman was honestly terrifying.

"And thank you for volunteering, Philip." He added, slapping Filarick heartily on the back "Not many would be willing to walk right into a Magister's lair. Good on you!"

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Wrote a drabble with Fil as a way to cope with my recent loss, feel free to read or scroll by. Content Warnings tagged below.

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Filarick stared out onto the snowy mountains beneath Skyhold, he could spot a frozen pond that he'd visited last summer when it had thawed for a short time. His mind drifted to thoughts of his home, his first home at least. Before the Inquisition, before the Mage Rebellion, and before his life in the circle. The home he'd shared with his birth parents and siblings, the one in which his grandmother had told him the stories of knights in shining armor. The story of the Knight-Enchanter that valiantly saved her in her youth, the reason he'd walked that path himself.

A tear slowly fell down his cheek as he tightened his hand into a fist, eliciting a crinkle from the letter within his hand. He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath in the cold night air. He hadn't spoken to his grandmother face to face in far too long because of that thrice dammed rebellion and then that fucking darkspawn monster. He slammed his fist into the stone wall beside him, surely cutting himself on the jagged rock, but he was too angry to care about that now.

But what was he truly angry at? He could have gone to visit her if he had truly cared, couldn't he? Had he failed her? Was what he was doing truly worth it if the only true family he had left was gone? What did he have to protect now? The church that spat poison at him for simply being born? The soldiers who refused treatment just because he was a mage, and that made him a vile thing to be hated and feared.

He let out a ragged breath, not even realizing he'd been sobbing. He placed his face in the palm of his hand, and he moved his fist from the wall to the half-wall in front of him, leaning into it for support. He didn't have time for this, neither the grief nor the anger. He had a job to do tomorrow. There were people who needed saving, and he knew there would be more tomorrow than today with the fighting ramping up. He let a few soft sobs out, more like raspy sighs than anything, before wiping his tears from his face with a handkerchief from his pocket. 

Once somewhat composed again he looked up to the stars and gave a small prayer, barely speaking above a whisper. “Maker, or whoever’s in charge of us after we die. Please, take care of her, I didn’t see her nearly often enough while she was here, and I don’t know if I’ll meet her again or end up damned as some people say. But either way, please let her know that I love her and I miss her.” A few more tears fell down his face as he spoke, and he looked down at his hand before finishing with. “And tell her that I’ll do my best to take care of the ring she left for me. Even if it doesn’t fit my own fingers.” As he spoke he opened his hand and stared down at the tiny ring, wondering how such a small thing could fit on a finger. 

He clasped his fingers around the ring with a deep breath and folded up the letter he’d been given, placing it back within its envelope. Placing the envelope within his inner jacket pocket he turned back towards the inside of the fortress and began his path back to his bed, hoping he’d manage some sleep before he’d be needed once again.

[stellsaria]

Which chess piece represents you?

White Bishop

You are a White Bishop. There is something you believe in, be it an oath, a phrase, a promise. It's what keeps the bishop on the diagonal path it takes on the board. You live by this creed and infect others with it. You are empathetic, able to feel others' pain like it's your own, and offer advice or help to them. But be careful, because every bleeding heart runs out of blood eventually. Every leader crumbles to the next generation eventually.

Tagged by: @wolf-eyes-wolf-soul Tagging: Anyone!

[moonshinemuses]

@stellstells 

Filarick wasn’t sure how to respond for a moment, this felt above his station, but then again she seemed to value his words to some degree and he decided to deal with it without thinking too hard, just say what he felt, that always seemed to work well. “I would say it is. I don’t think there’s anything we could do to make things worse than what things will come to without interference from us.” He gently patted Evelyn’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, not that he was all that good at such things. “So long as you do your best and stick with what you think is right, then it’ll come out better than it would have.” He said with a soft smile.

Evelyn looked over at him and smiled gently. “Thank you.” She said honestly and looked back at the map. “Sometimes I think we aren’t doing what's right. Just doing what you said, what we think is right.” She mused. “I guess everyone thinks that way, even ancient beings who try to control us.” She said. She was mostly musing out loud, but Filarick always made Evelyn feel comfortable talking about things like this without a judgement. Without worrying that her leadership would be put into question. “I’m sure your god & mine wouldn’t like my words.” She said a bit amused. 

[stellsaria]

Filarick nodded. "True, he'd certainly sell us freedom from this problem into the chains of at least a dozen others. But I'm not so sure if we won't become desperate enough before the end..." He trailed off for a moment as a thought seemingly caught his attention instead.

"Think I'd prefer death instead though, maybe Oghma will welcome me into his realm and I'll get to truly learn all I want." He said with a slightly gloomy tone, their condition truly was a terrifying prospect. He may have taken his life already if he wasn't too afraid and perhaps too curious as to how they seem immune so far.

"He's a devil." That was the answer. You did not trust devils. You didn't take their offers. You didn't listen to them. You didn't let them worm their way in. She already had enough worming in her head, thank you. "He's cocky, full of himself. He thinks he knows how people work and how to play them, but he's used to going for desperate individuals who would give anything to improve their lot. I don't think we're that, even in our condition."