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[pelle-lavellan-a]

I’ve Got You

@viircgo​ from X

A soft smile tugged at Pelle’s lips. “I know you don’t need help Seeker.”

She really did if he were to be pragmatic about it. The truth was not that Cassandra did not require medical attention, no it was much more that she was too proud to admit it. Pelle understood, she wanted to be self sufficient. She was a warrior, she did not need help, she was too tough for help. He got it. Still it was his job as a doctor as well a friend to put her well being above this.

“It may not look bad now, but left untreated opens the risk for infection. If that happened we’d really be in trouble.” He told her.

Sometimes, things did not look bad on the surface. As a healer Pelle had to learn to look ahead of the now and think about how a current condition might change later for better or for worse. it was always better to be safe than to be sorry.

[secretsandhushedwhispers]

Doing What’s Right || Closed

@viircgo:

“Poetic words, Inquisitor. It would not stop people from trying. We always want to save those that we love.” It was true. Cassandra wished plenty of times she had the chance to go back and protect those she had lost. Her brother. Her lover. They had all perished. If only she had been able to save them.

“It is easier to love them, I suppose. Then try and save them. What has inspired this line of thought if I may ask?”

    Eon truly didn’t know he spoke the words. He must have been thinking out loud. When Cassandra responded to him, he jumped slightly from surprise. Shame and disappointment hit him like a tidal wave. Eon gripped the strap of his bag with both hands, almost hugging himself. 

    “Try as some will, no one can change fate.” Though fate was an idea that Eon wasn’t sure he believed in. He used to choose his words more carefully than now. Instead he opens his mouth and speaks without thinking.

    “Thinking of myself, perhaps?” he sighed. Eon was so disappointed in himself, probably as much as the Inquisition and the rest of the world was in him. A qunari sent by Andraste. Did Cassandra really believe such a thing? “I think-- I was just thinking of my parents. They’re all the way in Antiva and they can’t do anything to help me from so far away.” That wasn’t what inspired his thought, though.

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@viircgo || x

✗ ; ——— Nakoma simply shrugged. She understood, though. Not everyone could be swayed by nugs and ducklings. Or maybe Cassandra just didn’t like mice. Oh well.

     “The ducklings are from the barn. Horsemaster said that they.. Imprinted on me. So now they follow me around everywhere.” she picked up a little fluff of yellow feathers and lightly scratched the top of it’s head with her fingertip.

     “Scout Honeysnuffle and Lady Lilac are from Krem. They’re engaged.” she picked up one of the stuffed animals and gave it’s belly a squeeze, prompting it to squeak. Who knows where Krem got the squeaker, but it was only a matter of time before someone ripped it out out of annoyance. 

     “And Ser Squeakers is a mouse. I saved him from one of the scullery maids chasing him with a broom.”

[freefromthequn]

[ a starter for @viircgo as discussed ]

Moira knew if she was going to go through with her plan, she would need to get up even earlier than normal.  Cassandra was not the type to sleep in, and if she wanted to speak to her before she was too busy, she would need to get the day’s bread baked ahead of time.

And so the Qunari rose at some time just past three in the morning to start her day.  Only the night guards and the drunks who had yet to sleep were awake at such an hour, and yet there she was, stoking the fire and loading the oven with loaf after loaf of bread.

With her day’s work underway, Moira turned her attention to something more exciting: a gift for Seeker Pentaghast.  With only a bit of coin to her name, gifts of food were easiest.  She loaded a tray up with what she hoped was a suitable breakfast: eggs, ham, fresh bread with a mixed berry jam, cheese, and some sliced fruit.  Yes, it was absolutely overkill.  Yes, she was absolutely going to make a fool of herself in trying to impress Cassandra.  But she’d heard about what the Inquisitor’s party had been eating on the road, and she figured it might be a welcome change.

With the tray made up and the sun starting to rise, Moira made her way towards the armory.  It was slow-going to balance the tray while using a crutch, but somehow she made it there without spilling anything.

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@viircgo

     The edge of the cliff beckoned, as if attempting to draw Melwyn closer to it, but she kept her distance. It wasn’t often that she had the time to stop and admire a sunset for what it was. But now, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, she felt as if she could finally relax. A moment’s peace, where all she had to worry about was not staring directly into the sun. A moment where could just breath. That was enough.

     She turned towards Cassandra and offered her a smile. Her expression was warm, but tired. Giving the woman a small nod, Melwyn sighed before sitting down on the grass and crossing her legs. Patting the spot beside her, she silently invited Cassandra to sit with her.

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He reveled in the moments he got to watch over his companions in the relative safety of their home away from home. It was stability and security, and perhaps someday, he could think of it just as home. Until then, he'd carry a dagger at his hip, just to be safe. Watching Cassandra, however, and the power behind her swing and stance, it was hard not to feel safe with her at your side. He was in a sort of awe, but he'd heard many stories of the infamous Right Hand of the Devine, like children would hear of fairy tale princesses and brave knights. It was several hours after having seen her demolish a dummy that he'd sought her out. He carried a skin of wine with him, red straight from Wycome and a reason to get their new Quartermaster something nice. Like a raise. "So, I've got to ask," he called, raising the skin in Cassandra's direction as he approached. "Where did you train? Is it a Seeker thing, or were you born an impressive bad ass? I've got this unusual mental image of a much smaller you with a sword in hand vanquishing in demons and dragons, and it's rather hilarious." @viircgo

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A Walk in the Woods || Cassandra & Veridian

@viircgo Continued from here

Veridian paused a moment, blush tinting her cheeks as she considered her words. “Well... I happen to enjoy your company, Cassandra. And I thought perhaps we could use the time to get to know each other better...” Veridian gave a small smile, her cheeks darkening further.

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[pelle-lavellan-a]

@viircgo from X

It was an obvious accident, A simple matter of a contradictory movements that caused Pelle and Cassandra’s lips to collide for a brief moment. He hadn’t even thought about the fact that his freckled face was in such close proximity to the seeker’s. He was focused on the injury at hand, and when he found himself deeply focused on healing--well he tended to forget about things like personal space. No one had ever complained about it after all. 

Even still, it was still a small surprise to the elf. That was most communicated by the way his amber eyes opened wider revealing a much better view of his generously large irises, as well as the way his ears twitched upwards when their mouths touched. 

His response to her apology was rather delayed, at first all he did was stare at her with blank eyes only blinking about three times between the long and awkward pause. There was a lingering spot of Cassandra’s blood smeared on his bottom lip like stamp that had been rubbed on before properly drying. 

Finally, after a long three minutes of pause he spoke. “I--It’s fine um don’t worry about it I mean of course it was an accident.” He assured her though he found himself stumbling over his words like a nervous child. 

It wasn’t like the Dalish were not rather close people, they were even known to spare kisses on the cheek forehead, or sometimes if appropriate on someone’s mouth as a simple token of friendship or affection. It would not be the first time someone had spontaneously kissed him out of the blue nor was he convinced it would be the last. 

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Ramblings || Veridian & Cassandra

@viircgo

It was late. Most everyone in Skyhold who wasn’t on watch was either in bed or preparing to be. Not the Herald, though. She was hard at work... keeping the tavern open by being the only customer they couldn’t possibly throw out. 

She’d never been much of a drinker before she became the ‘Herald of Andraste’ and left her clan. She’d had wine, but never this sort of liquor. She’d just finished her drink and was pouring herself some more when she saw a shadow cast itself over her table.

After she took a moment processing, she looked up, a slumped smile spreading on her lips and her hazy eyes finding a moment of near clarity as she greeted her new guest. 

“Cassandra! D-do join me! I could use... a companion!”

[pelle-lavellan-a]

Your Hand is a Weapon

@viircgo​ from X

The young elf’s face reddened at her response. Magic was not to be compared to a knife? He didn’t know why such a thing lit a small fire inside of him, but it made him angry to hear her say it. Was it because deep down he knew she was right?

There were dangers that came with magic that a blade simply did not have. He knew that better than anyone else he’d ever met. Even still he hated it when people who weren’t mages wanted to tell him about the dangers of magic as if they could possibly understand. He hated the way people without magic looked upon mages like a pair of scissors.: useful in theory but also dangerous if you chose to run with them.

“And why shouldn’t it be?” Asked Pelle, his tone much sharper than he’d intended. “It might surprise the lot of you that not all mages see their abilities as a weapon! Some of us can’t even use them for such purposes nor did we intend before someone forced our hand.”

He meant no offense to the seeker, none at all. But to have magic be described as a weapon as if that was all there was to it? He was seething from even just the slightest implication.

“My hands are no more of a weapon than yours Seeker. It’s what you do with them that determines that...not magic. Not all mages Cassandra, some us are horrified to even think we are capable of such things. Some of us aren’t capable at all. Some of us can heal, repair wounds and cure ailments most of you haven’t the slightest clue how to fix. If you truly believe that magic is a weapon, i would recommend you open your mind.”