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“and what of your injuries,” solas says. “i seem to recall the horror sent you flying into a stack of boulders. we are fortunate your head didn’t split open like an egg.” he considers said head, laureled so it is with its striking red curls. “perhaps the first enchanter could loan you one of those fancy hats. i’m certain she carries a spare. it might afford you some extra protection.”

gentle is not a word normally associated with the inquisitor, but in this moment, her touch is feather-light. she applies the balm with the scarcest pressure, smoothing it over blistered skin until solas’ entire palm is glazed with medicine. she’s quiet at first (another rarity), her concentration briefly divested. “this is weird,” she eventually admits, “usually, you’re the one fussing over my hand.”

 GIRL, YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS JAGGED DREAMSCAPE, THIS FOREST.   /   SET THE TREE ON FIRE, THE EARTH ON FIRE, YOURSELF, EVERYTHING.

    he’ll  lose  this  spar  ,  surely  .  though  ,  there  is  a  certain  joy  ,  even  in  losing  ❛  if  you’re  so  keen  on  taking  the  win  home  ,  then  come  and  get  it  ❜  tarat’s  smile  doesn’t  waver  .  it’s  a  taunt  -  that’s  his  only  chance  .  his  only  chance  at  winning  is  to  throw  her  off  

speaking of environments, there are a thousand things in this one that could be used to her advantage, but they’d agreed — no cheap tricks. they might as well fight blindfolded. nevertheless, ailis is as cocky as ever, swaggering into a battle stance with an easy grin. ❛ well, since you asked so nicely... ❜  the words have scarcely left her mouth before she feints to the side, then closes the space between them with a sweeping kick aimed towards tarat’s legs.

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“i know you don’t like tea, but there’s this old recipe my keeper would make every time she gave someone the vallaslin. willow bark and... honey, i think? i could brew some for you.” she shrugs, then smirks up at the other elf. “unless, of course, dalish folk remedies are too lowbrow for your taste?”

Not Your Kind of People (2012)

❛  what  the  fuck’s  a  bad  day  ?  ❜ ❛  how  does  it  feel  to  be  you  ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  a  ghost  —  i  called  your  name  ,  you  looked  right  through  me  .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  trying  to  fix  my  pride  ,  but  that  shit’s  broken  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  reason  that  i  just  can’t  concentrate  .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you  to  understand  .  ❜ ❛  there’s  an  aching  ,  there’s  a  hole  in  my  chest  .  ❜ ❛  have  i  lost  control  ?  ❜ ❛  maybe  i  don’t  know  ,  but  maybe  that’s  okay  .  ❜ ❛  you  can  tell  them  that  you  are  mine  .  ❜ ❛  all  we  do  is  fake  our  feelings  .  ❜ ❛  i  realized  i  need  you  here  ,  as  desperate  as  that  sounds  .  ❜ ❛  everything  about  you  is  so  overwhelming  .  ❜ ❛  hey  ,  do  i  impress  you  ?  ❜ ❛  you  could  be  the  shoulder  that  i  lean  on  .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  hold  this  weight  anymore  .  ❜ ❛  your  heart’s  a  vine  that  i’ve  bled  trying  to  climb  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  making  a  ruin  of  me  .  ❜ ❛  like  a  knife  in  the  woods  ,  you  hunt  down  the  good  in  me  .  ❜ ❛  you  make  me  forget  who  i  am  .  ❜ ❛  all  of  your  good  is  mine  .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  trying  to  keep  up  with  all  of  these  great  expectations  ,  so  i  keep  faking  .  ❜ ❛  we’re  secretly  out  of  control  and  everyone  knows  it  .  ❜ ❛  there’s  some  things  i  don’t  wanna  know  .  ❜ ❛  the  secrets  you  tell  me  i’ll  take  to  my  grave  .  ❜ ❛  there’s  bones  in  my  closet  ,  but  you  hang  stuff  anyway  .  ❜ ❛  sometimes  i  lose  my  way  .  ❜