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Duncan nodded solemnly, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You learned well. It is rare for someone to have such introspection–to find their weaknesses and confront them directly. You’ve done the Wardens–and myself, might I add–proud.”

The simple gesture sent reassurance and warmth in her soul, the praise making her turn wide and grateful eyes towards Duncan. She had gotten used to emotionless praise, to empty platitudes devoid of actual feeling. After all, had she not heard them from nobles and towns people alike, critical eyes thrown to her pointed ears, to her staff whenever she held it, while lips formed honeyed words. She had gotten used to it all that to receive genuine praise was as unexpected as it was welcomed. 

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WARMTH // cold & selfish / supporting & comforting { 50% } INTELLECT // cerebal & analytical { 58% } EMOTIONAL STABILITY  // level headed & calm { 66% } AGGRESSIVENESS // controlling & tough { 54% } LIVELINESS // wild & fun & loving { 58% } DUTIFULNESS // untraditional & rebellious { 38% } SOCIAL ASSERTIVENESS // shy & withdrawn { 30% } SENSITIVITY  // coarse, tough { 38% } PARANOIA  // wary & suspicious { 86 % } ABSTRACTNESS  // practical, regular { 42 % } INTROVERSION // private & quiet { 90% } ANXIETY // fearful & self-doubting { 70% } OPENMINDEDNESS // curious & exploratory { 56% } INDEPENDENCE // loner, craves solitude { 58% } PERFECTIONISM  // orderly & thorough { 55% } TENSION // stressed & unsatisfied { 62% }

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      “Well. I do not.” she did not approve, she did not like being that person. But this was who she needed to be, this was simply how things worked and for someone that knew how to change one’s face and one’s name, one’s behaviour this still was not an easy pill to swallow ”If I could I would prefer to be forgiving. But I cannot.” she stops, her eyes being dragged down by the pile of papers in front of her “And it is not perhaps.” she puts it in a nice pile, her dark green eyes darting up with a steel that she had carried since a very young age but she often refused to show it “Society will change.” Maxima takes a sharp breath “People just… like to think that change happens overnight… It requires work, and it requires time…” it could take very little time but Tevinter would be left in ruins, the Qunari would walk right in and so would Orlais. There would be blood in the streets and in the senate. 

No, she would never have that. Her hand moves to the cup of gin dawning it down in one go before her attention moved to hers with a small smile.

      “I just wish that I will be able to see it.”

“I understand,” and she does, perhaps better than most. She had started with the same wish, the wish to be kind, forgiving, but theirs was not a world that allowed such concessions. Being kind was often perceived as being weak, as being unable to hold one’s ground. Society demanded strength and will, demanded from one to be unforgiving if it was to ever change. The warden sighed, the other’s conviction ringing not as strongly in her soul. Perhaps… How often had society changed, and for the worst instead of the better? How many changes would it go through until at long last it would reach the final point? A bitter smile stole on the warden’s features, body allowing itself to relax as she took a seat and sipped her glass of wine.

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THE DARK. FIRE. OPEN WATER. DEEP WATER. BEING ALONE. CROWDED SPACES. CONFINED SPACES. CHANGE. FAILURE. WAR. LOSS OF CONTROL. POWERLESSNESS.PRISON. BLOOD. DROWNING. SUFFOCATION. PUBLIC SPEAKING. NATURAL ANIMALS. THE SUPERNATURAL. HEIGHTS. DEATH. DYING. INTIMACY. REJECTION.ABANDONMENT. LOSS. THE UNKNOWN. THE FUTURE. NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH. SCARY STORIES. SPEAKING TO NEW PEOPLE. POVERTY. LOUD NOISES. BEING TOUCHED.