#abyssleapt

                           “  THEY  CALL  YOU  THE  CHAMPION.  ”     galdur seems to note this with only mild interest,  the slightest raise of his eyebrows and turn of his head towards hawke.  his full attention is on the potted embrium he carefully tends to in the skyhold gardens.  “ champion of whom,  i wonder.  andraste?  she seems to have quite a collection.  i wonder if she feels crowded. ”

    “Marian, my dear, is it true that you’re dealing with blood mages along the southern shores? Even from the Viscount’s office, word of your exploits tends to travel rather expediently.”

          He kicks his feet slightly, watching her pace. She hasn’t seen him yet, though he makes no effort to hide. Doesn’t want to see, maybe ------ too much like the fade, Feynriel, friends who turned their back so easily, promises so sweet, things she cannot give them. Justice. Cole tilts his head, though he doesn’t lift his gaze to her, not entirely. “Burning, too much smoke, I can’t see. I should’ve seen, should’ve known. Too desperate, too kind. Why didn’t I find it suspicious?” He frowns slightly, and his feet cease swinging.

          ❛   It’s okay, Mari, I'm here, you can cry as long as you need to. I’m not going anywhere.   ❜  His voice was just above a whisper, soothing   &   calm, as to not disturb Marian’s crying spell any further. She rarely spoke of what ailed her   (   they were cut from the same cloth, it seemed   )   and therefore after awhile she finally cracked, letting unsaid words out through her tears, staining his shirt quite rapidly. He held her tightly in his embrace, his left hand situated on her lower back, and his other rubbing her back gently. She had been sobbing for the past ten minutes or so, with no apparent sign of stopping, but he was not bothered by it. He knew she needed this release and if he could help her by just letting her emotions out in a safe place, by all means he would let her do so.

Once upon a time, her life had consisted of life within the circle. Surrounded by tomes of seemingly infinite knowledge it had felt like they’d lined the shelves to prevent the mages from needing or wanting to imagine what it would be like to do as one pleases and go where one pleases. She dreamed still, of open planes and the tickle of grass against her fingertips. Of halla grazing and birds crying overhead. Anne had never imagined that she would ever be free of it. Being conscripted into the Grey Wardens was not how she had imagined it at all, with the whispers of darkspawn never quite giving her the silence she yearns for; good heart drags her this way and that and there was rarely time for her to simply be. 

It’s bad-mannered, but for a long moment she had forgotten her company and Anne feels the tips of her ears burning with the embarrassment. She would have been scolded had it been anyone else, and she’s briefly thankful for the nip of wind at her cheeks. 

She would blame the redness on that, rather than it’s true cause. Anne fidgets as she tends to do when she’s unsure of herself. “---I like it,” she offers lamely, lips turning upwards into a bashful smile.

        His stalker isn’t the sneakiest of people   ;   in fact, this one knows how to make an entrance more often than not. Every single one of the soldier’s footsteps is matched by more following in his stead. Really, it was a poor attempt at trying to mask their own with his. Eventually the old soldier grows tired of the game, pausing to look over his shoulder.   ❛   I know you’re there. Come on out.   ❜

ok but keanu reeves as a dante fc

Me: Well I guess I kinda want angst but I also want Fenris to be happy for onc--