✕. WILD MESSIAH

                 he can hardly believe his own eyes. he almost feels like                  theatrically rubbing them with the edge of his palm, but                  decides against it. a fond, nostalgic smirk will have to do. 

                 his eyes are heavy, only brought about by the even heavier                  weight on his shoulders. his eyes are heavy, nearly half-shut                  from a distinct weariness — no thanks to the false calling,                   to dreams that push the lines of his sanity.

                 he silently wonders how much of that is evident. alistair                  stares into distances at times, as if everything he’s ever                  been dealt is projected onto it (as barbaric markings on                  a cave, as writing in clouds, as imagery in a burning fire).

                 and, yet, he can’t help but grin—so much so that the skin                  surrounding his eyes crinkle. he exhales through his nose,                  a makeshift laugh.

               ’ you should write more. ‘

                              ❛If it is any compensation  for the lack                               of letters, my  hair  began  to  grey five                               years a f t e r the Fifth Blight ended.❜

                ʜᴇ ᴍɪᴍɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʟɪsᴛᴀɪʀ's smirk, albeit smaller in comparison ;                 never the one to actually smile, but made the long trek of effort when                 reunited with friends of old. His Mabari, Barkspawn, barked happily &                 sat in front of Alistair, expecting a pat on the head & kind words. The                 Commander also felt it -- weariness, paranoia, & the false Calling that                 did nothing but ruin his mental health.

                                         A cure for the Taint. Why did he                                       ever consider going on this quest?

                                            ❛Knowing I, it wouldn't be a letter ten                                              paragraphs long. Four words, crudely                                              written in the worse handwriting Ferelden                                              ever saw: Long time no see.❜

                                He coughed into a fist.

Dear ex bestfriend,

Such a shame.

We could have been allies.

You, a Grey Warden, fighting beside me.

But you chose to stay behind and betray me.

Dear person I’m jealous of,

It is funny how easy you can smile, when your entire world is crumbling before your very eyes.

It's astonishing how you can crack jokes and fool everyone into believing there is nothing wrong with you.

I cannot force myself to smile,

because I know I can't let go of things.

But you can.

Dear father,

What if my birth intended to kill mother? No offense to her, but the nerve-wracking guilt you crippled me with when I was just a child did wonders for me.

Look at who I became.

Realize that I saved all of Thedas from the Fifth Blight.

My younger brothers are proud of me, but are you?

(♠) — ❝Are you saying you punch your crushes?       Oh naughty you… Pretty sure it works just fine❞

Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.

Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.

Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.

Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive.

(♠) — ❝Now now; don’t be shy to let out your         admiration for other people. You seem like           the type that would simply stare at your           crush & hope it counts as a flirt instead               of articulate — And that’s no good❞

send me a ? and my character will ask yours a question they’ve always wanted to but never have.

    Hawke gave a soft chuckle, minutely shaking his head at the Warden’s antics. The yawn was a tell tale give away of how truly exhausted he was, but Garrett wasn’t about to force him to sleep if the other wished not. He was short on words, never truly one to speak his mind in length.

   “I’m sure the Inquisitor would find a way, they treat us as equals for whatever reason. I’m surprised to see you here, in my company even more so.”

                 That was a good thought -- why did he chose to push himself                  into Hawke's company instead of, perhaps, someone such as                  ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʟʟ﹖Lips pursed as he contemplated his answer,                  hands laced together & chin resting atop them.

                                      ❛The men & women down there will                                     continue to nag me about Darkspawn &                                          some even tried to punch me. The                                    battlements are a far safer place for me.❜

                 He coughed into a closed fist. Fingers                  rubbed at his temples ; a headache began                  to form at the worse possible moment.