#sacraementals; alix tabris

[xfindingtrouble]

ϟ for vaeron, from alix!

She touches him too gently. It's all he can think of when Alix's fingertips grace gnarled knuckles. it was rare that he untapped his hands, usually keeping them beneath gloves & bandages & whatever he could use to soften the damage of each of his blows. his whole life, he had trained to make his hands into weapons. They were a tool wielded by his family, by himself & now by Alix.His love for his hands was relative to what they could accomplish. for himself or others.

It was strange to have them treated so carefully, in either of her hands as she observed the marred flesh. it makes him feel strangely appreciated, though the feeling is fleeting. In the next moment he's grabbed her hand, bit her forearm & taken a horrible step back. It feels as though he is watching the reaction from the outside looking in, desperately wishing he could make anything else happen in that moment. He is not sure why he does it & the regret that settles in his chest is immediate.

It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the gentle embrace of someone looking at him, knowing him, seeing him. In fact, he liked it quite a bit. If not for the stiffness of every muscle in his back, his shoulders may have fell with the weight of her kindness. But to be seen was to be hated for what he was. A killer who's preferred weapon was scarred hands, littered with proof of a bloody & unpleasant past. He tastes iron & shame.

" I'm sorry, " he's not sure why he thinks it means something & he's not sure why his voice is so small. he's not much sure of anything these days. heroism wasn't his forte, it was strange to serve with others for a greater good outside of his family... but Alix was easy to follow. She was a reminder of the waning good left in the world. He steadies his breath & his vision, already missing the ghost of an embrace he feels on his skin. Golden gaze darts from the ground beneath her feet to an impending treeline. It wouldn't be difficult to run, if he wanted... But he was past that now, " I'm not sure why I did that. "

[dadukos]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: st. peter’s bar & grill, ashford, ca. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: alix tabris.

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 is a stillness so thick it can alter the passing of time — freddie feels it, dragging along like a half dead carcass until the first glimmers of life trickle in, at sundown. two people is far too many to man the bar, at an hour like this, and yet alix’s presence is miraculous at best. ‘cause when that guy comes in, whose texts have been unrelenting ever since he by absolute chance found her number and just until she got around to figuring out the block function on her phone, fred can pretend some urgent business is trapping her in the back, and he is alix’s to deal with. she feels bad of course, and will beg forgiveness in the form of half her tips: but that won’t stop her from waiting until she hears the bell on the door ring on his way out, and even then, she only really pokes her head out of the hallway to the back. ❝ is he gone ? ❞, fred whispers. then, awkwardly, grins. ❝ how much are you hating me right now ? ❞ — @sacraementals.

[softersinned]

also a quick note on all da verse interactions! unless i'm writing with a HoF, i default primarily to @higheverlost's ellis cousland, who is astoria's husband by the time inquisition rolls around. if we are keeping a thread open to shipping, or we'll need to write the HoF doing something specific, i default to my own favorite warden over on my multi (@sacraementals), alix tabris. her primary choices are as follows, and in order:

seeks out the mages at the circle tower to save connor from the demon.

saves mages, and refuses cullen's request.

does not desecrate the ashes.

kills valendrian to break the curse, mostly at alistair's urging.

destroys the anvil of the void and crowns bhelen.

tells alistair about the dark ritual. **it is possible for alistair to complete the ritual without having to persuade him. she gives him all the information and leaves the decision to him.

allows alistair to execute loghain.

anora rules alone.

makes shianni bann of the alienage.

kills both the mother and the architect.

sacrifices vigil's keep to protect the city.

romances alistair.

my default hawke, unless writing with a hawke, is my own from my multi, amara hawke:

warrior. mix of red & blue. values order, and resists joining the conflict between mages and templars for as long as she can, though she eventually supports the mages in the final battle.

serves as a mercenary.

fights the arishok after isabela does not return.

leaves bertrand alive.

kills danarius.

gives merrill the arulin'holm.

refuses to kill anders.

intended to marry sebastian and return to starkhaven; however, her refusal to kill anders leads to the end of their relationship, and sebastian leaves, while amara fights alongside the mages.

the warden contact, then, is either ellis' sister or alistair, and amara is the champion of kirkwall, traveling with him. astoria, who considers alistair a friend, sacrifices amara without a second thought. if you have your own preferred HoF or hawke, let me know, and we can chat !! astoria will, however, always choose to sacrifice hawke.