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𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑷𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑬.   an   independent,   slow   activity,   highly   selective   vere   from   redspring's   upcoming   game   𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫.   Largely   unaffiliated   with   any   of   the   fandoms   seen   on   this   blog.   I   am   100%   OC   friendly,   Multiverse   &   Multiship.  please   be   sure   to   read   my   rules   page   on   my   carrd   before   following,   or   interacting   with   me.   thank   you   <3 blog is 21+ & will contain sexual content, as well as violence and death.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

It's been good to have friends who know him, and not his deeds.

Just a few years ago, half of Thedas looked towards him for answers: just a hunter from Clan Lavellan thrust into a difficult position of power — their saviour, their hero, their Inquisitor. It was a situation that suited him well in some ways, and yet it cast a light upon something rather ugly in himself, something he's grown to hate: a need to be liked, for his deeds to impress and to prove his worth, a conflation of  love and success. He had been impressive, and he had been accepted, but he had not been happy. Not like he is now. 

None of the Nevarrans know him as "the Inquisitor." Not by face, anyway. It would be hard to imagine this particular young man as anyone who'd held considerable power in the south: not with his wildly tousled hair, broken nose and prominent vallaslin. He doesn't dress in the sort of way you'd imagine any Dalish elves would dress — white leathers and brightly-coloured shirts made of rich fabrics, left arm always rolled up to allow for his crossbow, or else draw attention to his transradial amputation. Around here, they just know the roguish ‘friend of Red Jenny,’ put together from pieces that hardly make sense as a whole, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. 

It’s almost a shame when he has to leave for Minrathous. Almost. But he’s never going to pass up the chance to see the man he loves, and the Shadow Dragons probably need him for… Inquisitory things. Important in an entirely different way. 

But still, he’s sorry to say goodbye. If it even is goodbye. 

When Aster hands him something, he takes it in his hand like it's something fragile and sacred – context suggests it probably is. Something that’s supposed to mean something, to remember all of this by. 

“Thanks,” he says, grey eyes fixed on the gift with an odd look in them. It’s fond, somewhat sad, too. Hopefully in the mysterious way he’s been trying to cultivate for himself as of late. “It’s a bit… morbid, but I’ll keep it close and alw- oh, shit. I should’ve gotten you something too. I didn’t think about that,”

so when the news reach her that cathal will depart for minrathous soon, she misses him immediately. the hours she spends alone are filled with aster recounting the little tasks and trips they finished together. everything for some so - called "friends". she never asked and never quite understood who his friends were from the context clues. the one conclusion she has come to is that he might now know all these friends personally. an odd bunch, even to her.

without the ressources of the necropolis, she has to make due. be respectful and understanding of the nature of her gift. the aquisition of her gift does indeed prove to be a hassle but it's a small effort for a friend so dear. the road is long and treacherous, from what she's heared, a little protection goes a long way.

glee spreads across her face when she hands off the trinkets. they're not exactly fancy but the braid of thread they're connected to does convey an element of care. ❛ don't sweat it, they're just bones. ❜ a lie. they're not just bones. there's a whole rite tied to it but he doesn't need to know this. there's no expectation to recieve anything in return. never with her, never towards him. it's a gentle ache, the knowledge that they must part ways soon. maybe she will return to the necropolis, maybe they will take her back a second time. nevarra city is nice and all but the halls are home to her. maybe she will find another of the friends to help out around the city, though there are none who could fill the hole cathal's departure will fill. he's not just a friend of red jenny but also a friend of herself.

❛ sorceress, i've a question. ❜ he waits not for her reply or beckon to have him speak. there's too little precious time in the twilight before the day, before he departs from the hold once more. ❛ i am to understand, as the menial tells it, you know your way around the nightsky. ❜ at least the wylder assumes he understood correctly. it was just a secondary comment of a longer conversation. ❛ does it truly speak, like in the stories, or is all of it guesswork ? because if it truly does speak, i've a request for it. ❜

if sorceress sellen has to name one thing she loves most in the lands between , it's answering questions . she , too , has been collecting curiosities ever since she stumbled into this endless night , especially in what to make of the personalities sharing her misfortune in being unable to escape it . this particular fellow is quite the puzzle , sellen finds , and she's never been more delighted⸺questioned by a living question .

❛ my , i'd think you a scholar if i had been none the wiser . such are the very same lines of inquiry pursued within the halls of the academy from which i hailed . ❜ she sighs , admittedly amiss to reminisce her scholarly days when such a time has been punctuated by a sentence to an eternity of torture . while the wylder knows nothing of her experiences , it is a welcome change to be highly regarded by the nightfarers . ❛ it was the belief of ancient astrologers that the skies communed with us earthen dwellers in its own special way , and it is of our own undertaking to decipher its messages . ❜

❛ the matter . . . is quite personal. ❜ even obscured by a helmet, and turned away by - what he assumes to be - alabaster, his eyes find a corner away from sellen's projection. it is not an act of shame. ❛ as you've said, our time is precious and scarce. i've none to spare for secrecy. ❜