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THIS IS A CALLOUT POST FOR EM CURRENTLY AT: @uldredmarked and @chromeforged​

                      “ As long as it’s a good one. ”

                ❝ Where did little Anna go after she stepped on a spirit bomb?

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oh MY GO D CHI LDI 'M GOINNA PEE

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JUDGMENT HAD BEEN HEAVY. The gilded conference room had done little to alleviate his anxieties o' reform. Though that had been the blessing of his mask, mind you; an air o' confidence had been properly feigned and he had seemed the composed leader. But within his heart he had still retained the doubts of a child, uncertainties that ate away at him. His mind had sang countless times of reform, let there be change and let him carry said change, yet naturally, there was opposition. They had been like vultures, circling the aether as they attempted to ascertain some semblance of weakness within him. He did not falter, for ne'er had they e'er instructed him to be faint of heart, to be of milk-and-water inclinations. He had seen far worse than those clerics could perceive within their craniums ( they had seen not the underbelly of strife as he had ).

THOUGH THE OTHER HAD OFFERED SUPPORT. Exiting the room he is pleased by the Lord Seeker's defense, relieved, even, that the elder had raised his voice to support him. Gerry was of no great youth, though one did not ascend to Knight-Divine at the age of thirty-three. They had whispered of him, claiming that such an esteemed position was far better suited for those of greater Templar experience. Though what experience he may have so lacked, he atoned for in his conviction and dedication to the Chantry, or so he liked to think. He offers unto Atreus a grateful smile, moving to kiss him softly upon the cheek in gratitude.

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WELL, HE LIKES HER ENTHUSIASM. Even if it is abundant. He is surprised that she is still bounding up and down after the dragon that they had just killed. Or, perhaps, he is the weathered one, for it seems only natural since he had been 'pon the vanguard in attacking the damned thing. He rightens himself promptly, staring down its corpse before looking towards her. She is still rather pleased, though he should think most should be in killing a High Dragon, for it was hardly as if it were an easy feat, accomplished by whomever retained such a whim to perform such an action. Yet still, he's laughing with her, for her joy is rather contaigous to him.

A HAND MOVES TO RUFFLER HER HAIR. Grin still alight his lips, he briefly plants a kiss upon the tip of her nose. His breaths were still a tag ragged, though attempting to combat a dragon that was one's size multiplied by four-hundred will oft do said person in.

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A YAWN SLIDES PAST HIM. They are within the other's room, sifting through papers and books, nonsensical business that Gerry's fatigued mind is incapable of reconciling at such an hour. Where slumber should consume him, there was only this damned work and analyzation. He had misread the word Templar several times 'pon one of the reports and had found himself laughing quietly at the rough sketches that had accompanied said reports. No one had e'er claimed their scouts to be grand artists, so amusement had indeed occupied him 'pon such a sight. Slowly he places one of the books down, studying the Inquisitor carefully. He looked tired as well and it was well at that hour that he had drawn the consensus that it was a well enough time the other see himself to bed.

THE TEMPLAR RISES AT LAST, grabbing the materials from Mikhail's hands 'fore placing the rest of the papers and books 'pon the desk, some vague comment made about that being well enough. He walked towards him once more, calloused fingers pushing back the mage's bangs to place a small kiss upon his forehead.

I have a soft spot for parental figures who don’t want to admit they’re parental figures.

                ❝ You wanna stop an entire Hyperion shipment, kiddo? ❞

HE HASN'T EXPLICITLY SAID 'NO' YET. A thoughtful look graces his features as they sit within the bar. Faintly he hears the sound of other patrons conversing. They had opted for a table farther away from the other patrons, lest their discussion be overheard. A sigh tears throughout the former-Templar as he rubs the side of his face. A grunt escapes him though still, he appraises her carefully, as if considering such a peculiar idea. The other had said something about there being materials for her to utilize for one of her robotic projects. He vaguely supposes that stopping it wouldn't be so big of an issue, though still there was a risk to it. Normally he would accept without a second thought or doubt, though he had spent a fair time garnering attention from the organization, to the point where an assassin had been sent 'pon his tail. Ne'er a good thing when one was attempting to retain some semblance of a low profile.