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âWhy, thank you! That is an aspect of myself that I take pride in,â Atlas responded, putting a hand to his chest, tone equal in sarcasm but lacking in malice. On the contrary, he seemed more amused than anything else. Despite his position as a figurehead, he had absolutely no qualms about what Cat had just done. He really, really disliked the more snide and prideful of nobles, and, quite frankly, they deserve what comes to them. Especially when they decide to flaunt their wealth in public. Seriously, the gall! He snorted quietly at Catâs following comment, âOh, theyâll make a splash alright. Just not the kind heâs clearly wanting,â he spoke low as to avoid being heard by prying ears, âI canât believe he chose rubies of all things, too. They donât even match his eyes.â Then, he made a âtsk tskâ noise and shook his head.
â and rightfully so, my friend. â if atlas really has heard anything, he doesnât seem very distraught about it. it was probably smooth sailing from here. hopefully. provided that her travelling companion doesnât blow their cover. sheâs never been one to actually partake in the action of thievery, but encouraging she is very used to. that man certainly wonât miss some pocket coin.Â
the more he talks, the more she decides that she likes this gentleman. after letting out a laugh that more resembles an exhale, cat matches his volume. â only someone obnoxiously wealthy would buy gems that donât match their eyes. purely done to flaunt his wealth and canât attribute it to personal aesthetic. itâs quite sloppy, really. âÂ
i love those pins that pin.terest suggests for catâs board that are like âWOULD YOU KILL TO SAVE A LIFE?â and catâs like âi have a kill count of over 1300â˛
 â your name is river, right ? â she asks, setting down a bundle of herbs on the closest table. originally, cat had come over to ask if the other woman could make her as many health potions as she could with the elfroot that cat had collected. oghren had been chugging them down just as quickly as he drank down a good mead, even with andersâ healing. upon a better view sheâd realized that she recognized her. vigilâs keep was turning into a kinloch hold reunion. her voice lowers with the next words, although the room is relatively empty. â we were in the circle together. âÂ
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@amellwardened liked for a starter!
âThank you for coming to help us. It means a lot,â she said with a smile.
â of course. the world canât be on the edge of destruction without me meddling in the middle somewhere. i would not allow it. â itâs said without a teasing tone, though she means it completely. â how are you holding up ? âÂ
as of rn i am at a friendâs house but this is a STARTER/PLOTTING CALL. i really wanna get some threads going so i would love 2 do some plotting and/or send out some starters. plz smash the like button on this post if thatâs something u would be interested in !
LILY JAMES as Debora in BABY DRIVER (2017) dir. Edgar Wright
                                 EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG.
independent & selective inquisitor lavellan. cried over by mac :*Â
protector / protectee starters
âno. you canât go, itâs too dangerous.â
âitâs not dangerous. iâll be fine.â
âiâm not going to let anything happen to you.âÂ
âyou canât keep me safe from everything.â
âjust be careful.âÂ
âiâm always careful.â
âyouâre going to get yourself hurt.â
âi wonât get hurt, i promise.â
âi wonât let them hurt you.â
âyou canât save me from this.â
âplease try and stay out of trouble.â
âif anything happened to youâŚâÂ
âiâm not sure how to keep you safe.â
âiâm not going to let you out of my sight.â
âthis is the only way to keep you safe.â
âyou canât keep an eye on me twenty four seven.â
âeverywhere you go, i go.â
âitâs not your job to protect me.â
âitâs my job to protect you.â
âdonât worry, iâve got you.â
âno one will hurt you as long as iâm breathing.â
âyou donât understand how dangerous this is.â
âplease come back in one piece.â

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THE LADY - heart[h] fire (september)
soft linens. red wine. kindhearted. patient. the cooing of a waking infant. looking through open windows toward a better tomorrow. a handful of daisies. the scent of roses. leaves on the wind. telling the truth your friend needs to hear. emboldened words after dark. honor and duty. skin touching skin. strawberry-colored lips. the odds leaning in favor of disaster. strong family ties. a coat of arms upon a tower shield. strength beyond words. tendrils of light around your fingers. knitting by the fireplace.
THE LORD - first seed (march)
brisk air on a spring morning. dew upon blades of thick grass. polished steel. the smell of wet earth. a white stag in your path. the twang of resentment at the mention of that name. learning through experience. pride. sacks of seed. drinking alone. diminishing trust of others. visionary. gold trim, gold leaf, and a gold scepter. the cry of an eagle. quills, ink, and parchment. leading the way. able to take a hit. getting the last word. socialite. dreams of leaving a legacy.
THE STEED - mid year (june)
a cloud of dust on the horizon. careful. taming the beast. hoof-beats. mounting tensions. causing a stir. pools of clear water. quick-thinker. danger averse. sand between your toes. the open plains. empyrean blue. letting your hair down to brush. trusting. sunflowers. freshly baked goods. strawberry lemonade. needing guidance. comfortable in group settings. physically fit.
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" dearest darlingest cousin! " his voice boisterous, perhaps obnoxious to many. outstretched arms of such a bear - like man encompass such a great deal of space, an already imposing figure amplified. he does not waste further time with conversation, scoops the smaller body into a sweeping hug that lifts her feet from the floor. it's crushing, large arms spun around her like a trap. " or should i say, great hero so and so. you're not too busy for a measly champion, are you? " / from gare :'3
â oh ! â her own arms had opened and raised in anticipation of the embrace when his voice rang out, but the lift encourages surprised laughter. itâs warm and edging on suffocating captured in his massive frame but given that itâs hawke, sheâs feeling particularly sunshine-y. heâs got that aura about him.Â
sheâs heard all sorts of titles and acclamationâs since anora dubbed her the hero of ferelden years ago, but her nose instinctively scrunches up at garrettâs words. the delighted smile stays on, though. â i suppooose â â she drawls. â â that i could find the spare time for you, champion. if only because youâre my favourite cousin. â
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THE WARRIOR - last seed (august)
amber fields of wheat. hardened metal. the noonday sun. organized shelves. boiling water. stone barracks. carrying wooden crates. washing down a muddy steed. blood across the forehead. a rare cool breeze. the smell of sweat and leather. stubborn anger. honesty and trustworthiness. cracked earth. guiding a knife through a tender cut of meat. black coffee in the afternoon. stepping up when no one else will. lime green. a lounging lioness. perseverance despite all odds.
THE MAGE - rainâs hand (april)
forgetting something mid-sentence. stacks of open books. hot tea on a rainy day. frosted bluegrass. blackened fingertips. loosely tied-up hair. staying up all night to master a new spell. pencil sketches and loose-leaf observations. runed circles on the floor. quick learner. looking up to the stars. obsessive. the smell of ozone, ash, and dew. sprouting saplings. red-throated hummingbirds. curiosity. walking through a misty valley in the morning. untapped potential. creativity. the spark of innovation. forgotten leftovers. always hungry for more.
THE THIEF - evening star (december)
light hair under a dark hood. best at hide-and-seek. coy smiles. icy stares. indecisive. high expectations of others. blacks and grays. dancing by yourself. seeing your breath on a frigid night. knee-high leather boots. brass buckles and deep pockets. wearing a scarf in any season. the sound of rolling dice. sparkling gemstones. the ace of spades. whiskey with orange & cinnamon. always knows a way out. opportunist. honey on your lips and on your fingers. the jingle of keys.
THE SERPENT - wandering (month varies)
murky water in the rain. undergrowth. nicely folded sheets. the fey. glowing eyes on the water. polyglot. sitting in the warm sun on the hard earth. fated for great terror or terrible greatness. clever. knows their way around. superstitious. a rebellious child. climbing trees. the scamper of ratsâ feet. vials of multi-colored liquids. shedding the past to become a new person. sensitive. insightful. able to adapt. born to make a difference.
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itâs relatively quiet for a night in the bannered mare. it gives her the chance to actually take in most of the tavernâs occupants, unlike most nights where everyoneâs primarily focused on the bard or conversing with the companions that arrived with them. most everyone in whiterun is a stranger to caterina, given that she hasnât been there in years, so the lull in constant chatter makes it easier for her to interact with some of the other few who decided to journey into the warmth of the tavern for the night. she sets her gazes on the argonian, sitting but one chair away. â good evening, â cat greets with a smile, angling her body toward him for conversation.Â
â i was just curious... have you been in whiterun long ? â thereâs a short pause before she clarifies with, â i ask because i havenât. â
redridcrâ.
Trustâ what a tepid word. Brindleback had been trusted with his Lordâs little girl for twelve years. The knight had practically raised the toddler to a young teen, taught her everything she knew, and then her childhood was torn away from her after her first bleed. âShe is fit for tying an alliance and bearing children,â the Lord told Brindleback.
(And then the Knight would fulfill his duty, protecting the child from every enemy in the end by taking her father Lordâs lifeâ)
The memory tapered off and Brindlebackâs tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth. He took a life and was stripped of a title. Knight to Wardens, a faction that would disappear into the dark once their duty was done. And where would that leave him after all this?
Brindleback took a second to shift his thoughts and shoulders, âWe both survived a demonâs ritual. Duncan and the King lay dead.  The Maker has shown no mercy.â
âI have been made wise by Her that you have a magic hold in this. I cannot question her clear signs, even for as a confused, damned mess the world is. She is my mistress now and I give you my blade. I have no home and only have Her hand to follow, and it points to you.â
â iâd like to know what leliana thinks about the Makerâs will. itâs hard to have any inkling of His plan after the events of ostagar. â duncan had saved her from potential tranquility, imprisonment, and/or execution and now heâs dead -- betrayed. itâs unfair, she thinks. of course she couldâve died during the ritual, but she didnât. now sheâs one of the three remaining wardens in all of ferelden. how quickly it all crumbled.Â
the sudden eviction from the circle, the conscription to the wardens, and the defeat at ostagar is... overwhelming -- but they have a responsibility. they need to push past the pain and personal beliefs because there is something much bigger at stake. she takes a moment to mentally send her thanks to Andraste as it seems like brindleback understands this as well.Â
â we are both needed for this fight. my magic is just another tool against the darkspawn. â she wonât change his mind about mages in a day. she might not ever. but sheâll try to do what she can. â i hope we will make Her proud. â