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  ooc; because, dear anon, i've had this url saved for a while.   take it as thinking of mythal. he is her sentinel, just as the   inquisitor is so called "her herald." but we're not talking   about andraste's bosoms here so leggo.

  ooc; i DONT kNOW WHat to SAy. IM CRyin. I.... LOVE U.....

                                                    TL;DR: chemistry.

  if in the moment of sleep he is in any way awakened or  disturbed, he doesn't take lightly to the feeling. injuries  could be a very possible result. and the injuries aren't  caused to himself, either.

  a firm hugger, gentle when needed. he'd rather have no contact  at all between himself and another, however some moments call  for more than just encouraging words.

The voice of a stranger, who for some reason knew her name, made a shiver run down her spine. Not just the fact this person knew her name, but the things the other said made her feel a little bit uncomfortable. “Interesting? Why would you think so?”, she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from looking confused. She had heard she was interesting before, from people she has been having conversations with, from people who knew what she was like. But hearing it from a complete stranger just seemed weird, a little bit odd, actually. “Thank you though, stranger-“

… thank you. But how do you know? You can’t say such things unless you’ve talked to me, and I am positive that I am not a cutie, nor cute or adorable or any of that sort. I appreciate your words though, it’s nice to hear, y’know.