she gave her everything

✕♕✕

   Dainty appendage lethargically rest at hip, while opposing hand is placed underneath chin in thought. 

   Rose crown tilts westward, as teeth sink into bottom tier. 

«A dark green, maybe—- But silver would work better. »

    ❝ Merrill, it’s been a long day. We’re hunting something monstrous.         I just want to hunt something vegetarian and cuddly, and leave. ❞

“Wolves. If you value your life then we need to move now. This valley is dangerous at night.”

          "Well they love greens! If we lay them out in different places, we might be able to lure it in!"

     ( “Ruffian?” ) 

    “There’s nothing interesting about it. It’s only a minor wound.      It will heal over time.”

   Silence, followed by a sigh.

     ”Like I said; it’s not a very interesting story at all, but if you must know —      I received it during a duel.”

          ❝ ⋮° ”A duel? Oh, how exciting!  Was it over a beautiful woman?                  In Varric's stories, the duels are always over beautiful women.

      ❝ How rude ! I think your attack would be easier                   for them to stomach if you weren’t intending                          on  K  I  L  L  I  N  Gthem. ❞

          ❝ ⋮° ”Oh -- oh, I'm so sorry,  I didn't, I didn't mean to----                    sorry, sorry! Could you not say I wanted to kill them, then?

           ”Let me get this straight—         You live here, right? In this shit hole? And you’re waiting to get mugged?”

               ☾   ›› ; ‘ ah? i’m sorry, i hope i did not                              disturb you. i speak the al bhed                               language— i… i am not allowed to                              speak it, but i do anyways… e’s cunno. ’

          ❝ ⋮° ”You're not allowed? That's fine then,                                I won't tell on you, promise!

( ▲▲▲ ⊱ ˟˟˟ ` HAWKE ON⋮⋆ )

          ‘ i’m beginning to regret the whole thief idea.                            can’t we just forget this ever happened,                                             and we go back to—                                   well, whatever it is that you were doing before. ’

          ❝ ⋮° ”Oh. Well before I was mulling over the death                                   of my clan and whether or not I should continue                                             living   now   that   they're   gone.

"Oh! I didn’t see you there. Care to introduce yourself?"

           ❝Other than they two being liquid, no, they’re dissimilar.                      The process of brewing is wholly different. Coffee will not                     cause one to have a night too exhilarating to recall —                     on its own, at least.  Just try a sip.”

                    She’s set up a small cup of a sweet brew,                      sliding it across the counter.

          ❝ ⋮° ”So I won't wake in the morning naked again, hanging from                 a tree branch in the Alienage while other Elves look at me weird?

                                            Then I shall take a sip!”

                    And so Merrill does, happily, cupping the drink in both hands                        and bringing it to her lips, sipping enthusiastically.                                                        Brows rise as the taste reaches her tongue.

          ❝ ⋮° She'd crouched a little, moving her head back and forth,                  examining her appearance on the pauldron of Sebastian's armor.