man-fool.

Send “going somewhere?” for your muse to catch mine in the act of climbing out the window. || accepting

He froze, grinning, Of course Ollie hadn't stayed in bed.

"I just thought I'd pick up a few things while you were resting. And, well...the roof's just a couple footholds away..." He pointed up. "I thought it would save some time."

He unhooked his leg from the windowsill and sat on the edge of it, facing Oliver.

All of this snow and ice was getting old. Actually, it was getting old about four days ago. By now, the last wagon foolhardy enough to get into the mountains during this snowfall had turned back, and the driver had only given Garrett some vague directions to make the last summit on foot. It took some confidence to press forward into what was basically unknown, but the path was still visible and traceable and there - there! That had to be a wall; that was certainly Haven.

Slowly, Garrett could make out more tents, stables and other structures. And then a person, the first resident of this "Haven" that he'd ever met. They - or she - looked tiny, surely not a grown human. Garrett waved and approached, finally noticing her ears. She was one of the elves. He knew nothing else about her for now.

"Good morning, Rutherford." Formal enough? Probably not, but Garrett had never spoken to the commander before and didn't want to start kissing his feet two seconds in. Maybe Leliana's other messengers kept a more subservient tone, but they were scattered all over Skyhold today on dozens of other tasks. So Cullen was going to have to make do with a visit from the agent that had just trekked back from Orlais.

WHAT KIND OF LOVE DO YOU ATTRACT

ADVENTURE

breathing against your lover's back as you rest after a long hike up the mountain to watch the sunset; impromptu car rides in the middle of the night that lead you to nowhere and everywhere at once; leaping over fences and gates to hold each other in your arms. you attract adventure. you're the type to say yes before thinking of it. you have a look in your eyes that people find themselves nodding along to, if only to hold onto your attention for a little longer. you hate having to wait, and yearning brings you to almost a state of frustration for you have so much to give. you want to love now, for if you don't love, you feel a sort of emptiness that no adventure can fill. hold on tight, my dear, for your love is waiting for you, too.

Tagged by: stolen from @intoxicatiing​  [[thank you!]]