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// court is a special kind of endurance test from hell

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// attempting to go to court pt. 2

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"Hah. Quite right." Bertrand chuckled nervously. His usual confidence and bluster had seemed to stick on the stairway down, leaving him unusually tender-footed where he stood in the depths of the morgue before its custodian. "Well met, well met, Madame. Bertrand Wilmont, a bard of Orlais."

Although he had spent time in Nevarra during one of his previous exiles, he had done little to promote his work there. Perhaps there was a small following among those interested in Orlesian literature. Whether or no, Bertrand held out little hope of being recognized by name here. He would settle for being known for his current task in the Inquisition: the telling of its tale in such a way that the Court would find it terribly unfashionable not to lend them support.

"I wish to, ah, interview you, I suppose." He looked around at the small horde of skeletons walking about and shoved his hands into his pockets to hide their shake. "Might we venture somewhere with a little more air?"

While the mage had never left Nevarran soil before traveling to Skyhold, she was quickly learning the skeletons were quickly becoming the object of attention, either positive or negative was still yet to be seen. She had hoped donning them with gaudy hats would hamper frightful reactions. Luckily they rarely left the morgue, only venturing out if she couldn't do so herself.

She was currently busy with a body, finishing up that start of the process as she was cleaning her hands when she had a guest appear. "Of course, it's not like anyone else in this room is able to speak," a bit of necromancer humor.

"I'm Cassandra, by the way."

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He was drowning in her, and a better death he couldn't have dreamed of. Her taste, her scent, her desperate little sounds—all of these he drew into himself, choking closed the gaps in his soul. A one-word refrain echoed in his mind as he filled his senses with her: Cornelia, Cornelia, Cornelia.

His hold loosened only enough to give her room to attack his clothes. He laughed when her frustration boiled over and his shirt was torn asunder—a stray thought came to mind that he was somewhat lucky she had only popped some buttons and not resorted to burning his clothes off.

He watched her face, taking in her expression as she looked him over. Some terribly small, fragile part of him quailed at the scrutiny—that fear of not being enough, of failing her in some unforeseen way sank into his chest. When her hand rested against his heart, it dispelled the fear as easy as a breath. He placed his hand over hers, pressing her into his skin as though he might meld her hand right into his heart.

Her words were like a velvet spike in his chest. He drew in a sharp breath, staring deep into her eyes and finding only truth there.

"I'm an abomination," he reminded her before he could think better of it. "My body no longer feels like my own. It isn't my own." He let his free hand travel to the back of her neck, sliding under the silken curtain of her hair. His fingers rubbed idly at her nape as he formed the words on his tongue. "But if it's not mine anymore, I would have it be yours. Anything you'll have of me is yours to take. My body, my heart, my soul."

He drew her in and kissed her deeply. His hands traveled to her waist, to her back, searching—trying to reach her through her fatigues. A growl made it's way up his throat; she'd had the right idea, after all: there were too many clothes between them and he wanted them gone.

Breaking the kiss, he leaned back and shucked off his shirt and vest with a roll of his shoulders. He tossed them carelessly to the side and moved to hook his fingers into the belt at Cornelia's waist.

"I want to see you, too," he said, his voice coming breathless. "Por favor...déjame verte."

Her hand slid from his cheek and both tangled in his hair. Lucanis seemed to want to kiss every inch of her he could reach and Cornelia wasn't going to deny him. Instead her breath caught with every press of his lips until he returned to her mouth to swallow the sound. He tasted of coffee, bitter but warm. Her tongue chased after his to savour it. She may start drinking it just because this was heavenly.

A giggle bubbled up in her chest. Spite missed her? Missed her enough that he couldn't let Lucanis have her totally to himself. There was the urge to reach up and let her fingers trail along the spectral wings that enveloped them. What would they feel like? Cornelia had always secretly wondered. Perhaps that would be an exploration for another time because she didn't intend on letting go long enough to find out. She needed the contact like her lungs needed air.

"Never." she assured him.

Suddenly, despite being pressed against him from chest to thigh, it wasn't enough. She was greedy, she wanted as much of him as he was willing to give her. He only had to ask and she would give him the rest of her body to go along with her heart. She whimpered into his kiss, heat building in her body until she was sure he would be able to feel it burning through her. It only flared hotter when she felt the press of him against her hip, announcing that she wasn't the only one who was being swept away.

Cornelia was surprised at how sure her fingers were as they found the buttons of his waistcoat. Still, it was a job that may have required her entire attention but the way Lucanis kissed her just made her chase after him for more. After what felt like an eternity but was only a few moments, she had loosened that garment and opened it up to get at his shirt underneath. More buttons and a twinge of annoyance rose in her.

To the Void with this.

She gripped either side of the material and pulled hard. After a second of strain, it gave. Buttons were sent skittering across the floor to some dark corner to be found at a later time. With her goal achieved, Cornelia pulled back just enough that she could see her prize. Bronze skin and a liberal covering of dark hair, thickening where it trailed into his trousers. Her breath caught again. She pressed her hand over his heart, feeling the strong if frantic beat beneath her fingers. This was real. This was real. She could feel the proof that he was alive. Warm and her's.

"You're beautiful." She told him, her violet eyes meeting his so he could see the sincerity in her statement.

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// i always tell myself i'm gonna use the queue and space things out but then i never want to wait to post once i finally get a reply done

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@perditus | Tura to Grace

When Tura had strode into the mist, she'd expected it to dissipate around her—to thin like any natural mist and let her through to the other side. She doesn't expect the thickening of white around her, the way the cold, wet air sinks into her skin. The worst part is the sudden silence around her: a lack of noise that tells her that her companions have disappeared.

"Hey!" she calls, her voice seeming to sink into the mist. "Morrigan? Zevran!" No response. She swallows, grips the hilt of her sword. "Shit." It's harder to breathe in the mist: the vapor clings to her throat and nostrils, creeps down into her lungs. Her eyes dart around the endless white, looking for any indication of an end as she continues forward.

It's in a blink she's free of the fog; from one moment to the next she's clear and free and totally alone. There's only the green scent of a forest in her nose and a prickling on the back of her neck. She eyes the trees, wary of any movement. The weirdness of the forest has her paranoid; trees that walk and paths that spirit people away—she curses under her breath and strides onward. She'll just have to go on until she finds everyone again.

She wanders for what might be minutes or hours, occasionally calling out for her companions. Eventually, she realizes that the path she's walking has become more verdant. Floral. Fresh new bulbs poke out of otherwise dead brambles, entirely out of place. The flora only grows thicker, and her steps become more cautious. So distracted is she that she forgets to watch the trees rather than her feet.

A sound is what stops her: a small and subtle rustle, distinct in the stillness. Eyes snapping up, Tura draws her sword and dagger and holds them at the ready.

"Who's there?" He voice is like the steel she carries, cutting vividly through the quiet. "Show yourself!"

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// UPDATE: court was cancelled due to an unspecified emergency. i will be insane as usual on here after all

// gonna be in court all day today, so i won't be around. i'll be able to check discord at lunch, but that's about it until i get home this evening.

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// gonna be in court all day today, so i won't be around. i'll be able to check discord at lunch, but that's about it until i get home this evening.

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He caught her as she slid from the couch, his knees hitting the floor as he shifted into a kneel, and his hands settling at her waist to keep her steady. It had not occurred to him until she touched his face and looked at him like he was a miracle that she might not have realized he was real. Just before her mouth crashed into his, a flash of hot anger at Solas flooded his mind—whatever his stupid prison had shown her, Lucanis would make him pay tenfold for the hurt and fear he had caused.

The moment Cornelia's lips met his, however, that anger fled like a flock of birds and all he could think about was the feel of her under his hands, the sweet shock of pain from her bruising his nose, and the press of her plea against his mouth.

He drew back a little to look into her eyes, his breathing a little heavy from the exhilaration of her kiss. One hand lifted to cup her cheek—a mirror to her own gesture. He slid his other hand to the small of her back and pulled her closer, his forehead coming to rest against hers.

"Always," he promised. "Always."

He kissed her again, this time seeking to taste her. If he tasted nothing but her for the rest of his life he would be satisfied, he thought. Even the waxy hint of her lipstick was like heaven on his tongue because it was hers. The sudden pull of Spite's wings at his back was followed by a feeling of warmth, a glowing sense of security. The wings cocooned them both and a wave of relief radiated from the demon throughout Lucanis's limbs.

[ Always. With Rook. ]

Lucanis broke his lips from Cornelia's and huffed a laugh.

"Yes, Spite. Always with Rook," he said, head turned slightly to the side—a habit he'd developed when talking to Spite like this. Turning back to Cornelia, he smirked. "He missed you." He tightened his hold on her. "I missed you. Terribly." The solid warmth of her body against his kept him grounded, and he sunk himself into the feeling of her as Spite receded. He pressed his lips to her cheek, her nose, her forehead, her jaw—a journey of kisses back to her mouth, where he sunk into her further.

One truth filled his mind more thoroughly than anything else, then: he wanted her. For a long time, he had feared this wanting—feared losing control, feared Spite, feared not being enough—but as he held her in his arms, he knew only that he feared losing time more. He didn't want to waste any more moments, not when he loved her and she loved him. Not when they were finally here.

All of this he tried to express with action: his hands holding her ever closer, his lips writing his passions against her mouth. He'd no doubt she could feel another part of him pressing against her hip, loudly declaring his desire for her.

"But I don't have to miss you anymore."

Cornelia had said her piece. Did it lift the weight from her chest? Not particularly. This wasn't the real Lucanis so her words carried no weight. She might as well have been practising to her own reflection for what she would have said to him if she had gotten the chance to.

But he was gone, she never would.

Still, the illusion was a good one. Better than the ones that had come before. Cornelia almost believed if she reached out as he crouched in front of her that she'd find warm skin under her fingertips. The way her looked at her, how many times had she wished he would look at her like that? Her hands clenched tighter into the fabric of her trousers to stop herself. If she touched him then that would break the illusion, wouldn't it? She wanted to be selfish just a moment longer.

The touch of his hand against her's was what sent her reeling.

She listened as he spoke, his words washing over her and yet she could only stare at where his hand overlaid her's. Warm. Solid. Real. She could feel herself trembling.

Instinct made her want to ask how - why - but Lucanis's lips press against her's before she has the chance. Her eyes slide shut and she lets herself enjoy the moment. What had Lucanis said all that time ago about the taste of a first kiss? She couldn't quite remember but it was sweet even if mixed with salt from her tears.

His forgiveness nearly made her sob again.

Cornelia slid from the sofa practically into Lucanis's lap. It didn't feel right, sitting looking down on him instead of meeting him on the same level. She looked at him as if he was a marvel, the most amazing thing she had ever seen. A hand reached up, hesitated, and then touched his cheek.

"Lucanis..."

She pressed forward, almost slamming her face into his in the haste to kiss him again. This was real. He was real. Cornelia was not going to let this slip through her fingers a second time. Her heart beat a frantic rhythm in her chest but all she wanted to focus on was the feeling of his skin against her's, his lips, the warm smell of coffee and spice that had haunted her dreams.

"Don't go. Stay with me." the words were pressed against his mouth, barely a murmur.

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🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

For all your modern Thedas muses!

@pwney | Miscellaneous Headcanons

// already answered here for kalliah and doozer, but tim has a lot so i'll describe another one for him:

tim has a pair of pruning shears he was given by a little old lady who couldn't see very well so she didn't know he was a hurlock. they have a daisy pattern on the handle. she gave them to him bc he didn't have his own and was using kitchen scissors to prune his plants. that they were a gift makes them extra special

they look kinda like this:

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🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special? ⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season? 👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories? // for the new three obvs

@atlasveiled | Miscellaneous Headcanons

// yaaayyyy!!!! here we gooooooo!!!

gonna be long so it's going under a cut:

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

kalliah tries not to get too attached to Things bc they tend to get stolen or lost. she's managed to hold onto One thing and that's her mom's earrings: they're gold hoops with a diamond stud. the nicest thing she'd ever owned, and kalliah keeps them in a very special, secret place. only brings them out for the fanciest of occasions

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

kalliah loves warm weather: sunny, very few clouds, maybe even a little humid. she likes the way warmth wraps around her body like a blanket. summer is, unsurprisingly, her favorite season.

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

kalliah's fear response looks a lot like anger. she gets straight into fight mode, when genuinely scared. horror frustrates her as a genre but she enjoys that kind of frustration. she likes talking during movies and calling bullshit or pointing out how dumb the characters are. paranormal phenomena freak her out, though, and she very much believes in it (and is usually right about whatever goes on, seeing as this is a fantasy universe, lol). a good calm-down for her is a nice sweet tea and chilling out with friends. she doesn't really have any scary stories other than the usual campfire-type tales you hear in childhood.

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

tim tries to preserve little things he manages to collect, so there's quite a lot of knick knacks he has that are sentimental to him. one is the first garden decoration he ever got: it's shaped like a nug and he found it in a garbage dump (he's done a lot of garbage picking).

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

he like a nice warm, sunny day that's not too hot, and maybe has a bit of a drizzle in the afternoon. he doesn't have a temperature preference, but he Does prefer spring and summer.

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

tim doesn't fear a lot of things, so he doesn't get scared very often (if at all). if he's watching a horror movie, he mostly gets sad. again, paranormal things DO exist in the DA universe, so it's more like he just knows about it. he's not particularly spooked by it, though. his best pick-me-up/calm-down activity is gardening, which is his favorite thing to do in the whole world. i wouldn't say he has scary "stories," but he has lived some pretty horrific things.

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

doozer doesn't really do sentimental keepsakes because he's a little detached from the concept of personal possessions (with the exception of weapons or personalized tools). if there's anything that qualifies for doozer, it's the dar-saam ropes he wears. he says they remind him to stay grounded, which is important to him since his mind is often in the clouds. he's had the same set for many years.

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

doozer is good with almost all weather except extreme cold or extreme heat. he's v laid back and can get comfortable most anywhere. he likes all the seasons as individuals.

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

doozer is a very zen guy and doesn't scare easily. he's good at keeping a level head if he is, though. as a genre, he's quite a fan of horror, but he can be real Picky about it. as a mage, he works with spirits a lot, so he's not bothered by paranormal occurrence. if he does need to calm down, he smokes some weed/elfroot and does some meditation. he knows a Lot of good scary stories and he's good at telling them, too.

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💥 ― 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. (𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒(𝑠).)

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

❤️ - How did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? Was it difficult to accept? Are they proud of who they are?

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

🛍 - Does your muse like to go shopping? What do they usually shop for? What kind of stores do they frequent?

🍔 - What kind of food does your muse usually eat? Do they have a favorite food, or favorite style of food? Do they have allergies? Are they vegan, vegetarian, etc.?

🍺 - How does your muse feel about the consumption of alcohol? Do they drink? Are they a heavy drinker, or are they on the lighter side? What's your muse's favorite alcoholic drink?

🎩 - What would your muse wear to a formal event? Do they dress more modestly, or do they go all out?

👠 - What kind of shoes does your muse usually wear? What is most comfortable for them in regards to footwear? Can your muse walk in high heels?

🎸 - Can your muse play any instruments? Do they play them often, or rarely? How actually skilled are they at playing them?

🎤 - Can your muse sing well? Do they sing often? If they were to stand up in front of a crowd, would they be able to sing in front of all of those people?

🗺️ - How often does your muse travel? Do they like to travel? Would they prefer to travel alone, or with friends? Where have they been? What was their favorite trip?

😖 - Does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? Do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

🍡 - Can your muse cook? Can they bake? How well can they do either? Do they have any kitchen disaster stories?

⚾️ - Does your muse enjoy sports? Do they play any, or do they simply prefer to watch? Do they have a favorite sport?

🤸‍♀️ - How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

🦵 - Does your muse have any physical ailments? How do they live with them?

🧠 - Does your muse have any mental ailments? How do they live with them?

🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

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// i AM gonna make regular dragon age timeline verses for the modern age muses, tho, cuz like. it's my playground.

EDIT: i do think they're gonna all be special request anyway tho. just bc of, like, the context and stuff.

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// i lied. doozer's becoming a muse

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// this is getting out of hand.

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// i don't have anywhere else to put this guy but he's part of the same timeline as kalliah and his name is doozer. he's a mage and he smokes weed.

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// got about 30 drafts in my pile rn so i'm gonna try and take a bite out of them today