Hathor: What brings you joy?

[ ❅ ] — ❝ Answer this one! ❞

Thoth: Do you like to read/write?

[ ❅ ] — ❝ I have mixed feelings. Being dyslexic              makes reading and writing kind of hard for              me at times. I really love getting into books              and stuff, but a lot of times I end up frustrated              when I can’t seem to get my eyes to… you              know, focus. Writing has always been hard              for me… I don’t think it’ll ever be something              I like. ❞

Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?

Her eyes slowly moved from the screen of her cellphone to the man standing beside her. A soft chuckle leaving her mouth as her eyebrows raised in confusion, mixing a little with mischief which clearly showed up in her smirk. She hoped there weren’t bad intentions in his words other than entertaining himself in a way, and of course, the girl as well.

❝ Keep me? As long as you don’t mean keeping me gagged up in a dirty room, I’m cool with it, I guess. ❞  

     Hyun is splayed out on the couch in the middle of his dark apartment, an arm draped over the arm of the piece of furniture as the other rests over his eyes, his other limbs spread out and over the back of the couch. All is silent save for the light snores coming from the back of the males throat through his open mouth, the drool slipping past to dry on his cheek anything but an attractive sight for anyone else. Luckily, he lived alone so the sound and sight were welcome, including the sight of his apartment in such a mess after a long night. Clothes were haphazardly strewn across the floor, the trail ending with only a single sock sitting crumpled in front of the couch where he lay, the other still hanging onto his left foot from his haste to get some shut eye as soon as he could. He had immediately shut eyes and began getting the rest that was well deserved due to how late it was, but it wasn’t even an hour later that the peaceful disarray surrounding his home was disturbed.

     A loud banging on his door has Hyun jolting awake, yelping as he scrambles at the sudden and abrupt ending to his sleep and ends up landing in a tangled mess of clothing and limbs on the floor. He moans loudly at the pain that twinges in his elbow from where it bumped against the coffee table, blinking blearily as he tries to find the source of the banging noise in the dark room. It’s belatedly that he realizes nobody else could have gotten into his apartment and the sound must be coming from his front door that he pulls himself up from the floor, only because he needs the noise to stop immediately before he becomes even more irritable; though it’s likely that it’s not possible. He has half a mind to yell at the person bothering him at such an hour, but he doesn’t have the energy for it. Instead, he swings the door open irritably in only a t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs, hair askew and eyes squinted when the light in the hallway filters in. 

2.When did your last hug take place?Yesterday.

4. Are you tired right now?Yeah, kinda.

5.Do you chew on your straws?Ugh, I always do it’s a habit.

She takes some time toconsider what he just said. At first, for a few moments, she thinks she agreeswith him, but she doesn’t give in just yet – something is off with his logic.He reeks of smoke and something she doesn’t know (doesn’t want to either), andit’s making it hard for her to actually concentrate, because both smells are soawfully foreign to her that they intrude whenever she tries to escape theirinfluence. It takes a little while, and a lot of concentration (the indomitable focus that Solas had praisedher for in the past) to actually be able to block it out.

And then she realizes what’snot making sense to her, and she shakes her head, quickly, and so abruptly thatit sends her honey curls flying about like the wings of scared birds in flight.“No. That’s not true, no… It’s theoldest, but not the most powerful.” Now that she’s thought better of it, it’sobvious. She remembers all too well – Crysanthe’s smiles in sparring matcheswith the child that was almost half her age, Lanaya’s bed time stories,Deshanna’s careful scolding, Hawke’s mischievous games, Irikah’s sister-likeaffection, and Fenris, Fenris, Fenris,so ferocious in his protectiveness over her.