#aeqxitarian

Her head dipped, neck craning as she stood next to his figure. With her fingertips pressed into the desk, Ellana’s eyes roved over the material splayed before the other.

“I personally think that the rebellion wasn’t all that bad.” he remarked, stirring the pot of ram stew over the campfire. The snow around Haven made anything hard to heat up but Pierre had dealt with worse in the past. “The world isn’t complete fucked... well... it is but it isn’t our fault. It took mages near a thousand years to finally break away from the Chantry so I doubt any of them could have caused the Fade to spew demons out of its asshole.”

Stephen should come hang out with MAGES HIS PEOPLE & Lambert should go join the 6ft under club

#I'M A CIRCLE WIDE TREASURE EXCUSE THE FUCK OUTTA YOU

see that’s hilarious b/c idk rEMEMBER WHEN THEY FUCKING FELL APART

WHAT CIRCLE, RHYS?

It was the tell tale heavy limp followed by a shuffle and scrape of a cane against the stones that gave Atreus away, though he was not making any effort to hide his presence. He moved into the doorway and subtly leaned upon it, trying to take the weight off his leg. It was cold, the chill going right through him even through his heavy cloak and making the joint act up, making most of his joints act up truthfully. Joints and fresh scars both tender from the cold.