WITHIN ARMS.

‘    & you suppose that’s the best solution ?    ‘      curiosity rather than skepticism underlies his tone,     harbors his voice like a quiet visitor.    he isn’t in the position to swat any idea away to further ignore,      especially if it stems from a friend.     another valued mind whose experiences sculpted perspective.        //    @valdyr  ♡’d. 

  ‘     i had never really considered it ...    ‘      contemplation bleeds into his words as his chin dips , gaze lowering. he’s a few beard-strokes away from resembling a wise elder in a perpetual state of deep thought.    ‘    is that what you’d really do  ,   marian ?   ‘      //   @madechamp  ♡’d.

       ‘    i hope i’m not interrupting anything.    ‘    //     @consortiium

 ‘    MOTHER , i swear to you , it wasn’t all that bad.    ‘    restrain shackles the sigh that slips from his nostrils     ,     lightens the load so it shan’t tread on any remnant of frustration.   through garrett’s eyes , it’s a MINOR ISSUE : one a minute ant in comparison  to her ever-caring boot already prompted to stomp it out.    he holds hope she’ll see to.    //     @motherofhawke

blade of his drawn-out sword shimmers with sunlit streams peeking through clouds overhead.   splatters of black coat both weapon   &   wielder      (      DARKSPAWN BLOOD :    a thickness anyone dreads to be exposed to     )    as garrett sheathes his weapon.   a stranger amongst the corrupted abominations    ....    no goodness can come from a situation whose end-results only appear in death that’s already painted the ground time & time again.  ‘ what business has you roaming out here ? ‘          //   @badjokesandmagic

magic lineal blood , red streak     ;     determination runs rampant in your blood , boy. destiny is within your reach , boy. manipulated by your will    &    undaunted by its trials.         (   you've always been much more.   )     the lax , perpetually-dreaming life of a bystander was never for you.               your heart burns & care and concern steams.  you dare not stand idle  --------- you're garrett hawke:   CHAMPION OF KIRKWALL.

   ah , but what can one expect in a situation like this   ?        peculiarities are a rare commodity - if one doesn’t bother to search.       his  eyes weigh heavy with interest  ,    refuse to part     ;     too anchored with morbid curiosity that’ll surely bite his common sense    in retort   come later.  shame , garrett.