#apocryphorum

Fishing was so, so relaxing, Kieran honestly couldn’t get enough of it. It brought him such a nostalgic, peaceful feeling in an otherwise terrifying daily life. The reflection of the sunset on the water, the nibbles of fish under the surface, everything -- he remembered his first few trips fondly, and every time he fished, he couldn’t help but long for that sense of security again.

               Had the crunching of leaves beneath the other’s feet not given away that Anji wasn’t alone in the woods, then the snapped twigs and footprints along her path would have. She could have stayed back - probably should have. However, she thought, after small consideration, someone being so close to where her own target was waiting couldn’t quite be coincidence, could it? It was because of that, that she now found herself before the other, dressed in the recognizable garment of the vigilants of Stendarr.

              They both were far from any road. The trees around them were slowly giving way to steep and steeper slopes and open ground. It both gave more visual and made them a far bigger target. “ You vigilantes go from hunter to prey in a heartbeat. ”

              Realizing, at last, how her words might imply that she was the danger lurking off the road, she took a step back. “ There’s is - was a dragon burial mound not far from here. Just past the hills, actually. You might want to keep your eyes on the sky as well. ”

She’s  a  MYSTERY  all  in  black,  save  the  splashes  of  crimson,  hidden  away  from  sight  until  the  RIGHT  MOMENT-----truly  ever  a  match  to  her  DEADLY  NAMESAKE,  the  Widow  waits  for  the  other  to  move  past  her  position,  back  EXPOSED,  before  making  a  move,  Bite  at  the  ready.     ❛  I  WOULDN’T  go  that  way,  if  I  were  you.  ❜     Blue  eyes  shine  in  the  shadows  from  her  place,  hanging  upside  down  from  a  wooden  beam  overhead,  now  stretched  down  to  make  herself  visible,  arms  folded  under  her  chest  &  the  pull  of  a  SMILE  at  her  lips.     ❛  It’s  not  safe.  ❜

       she wasn’t exactly sure how but news of a strange arrival, a stranger likely to be a long lost GHOST, got out quick and that news traveled like a wildfire through the halls of skyhold. crowds gathered just out in the courtyard before evee was even able to attempt to stomp out the flames of the rumors. cullen and his men did well to calm the crowds as they arrived on horseback, as well as dozens of other elves. it was quite the entrance, and a sight she had never before seen. they carried with them an aurora the inquisitor couldn’t describe, and for a brief moment she was almost grew worried about whether or not she did the correct thing in allowing them in.

       ‘ we can speak privately in the war room, ‘ evee briefly whispered to the stranger before leading her past her throne and towards the giant doors of her war room. once they were alone, she breathed out a sigh of relief before she allowed the anxiety to course through her once again.

       ‘ are... you truly the hero of ferelden? ‘

QUINN FLOSSING

❛ And as the world comes to an end, I’ll be here to HOLD YOUR HAND ‘cause you’re my king and I’m your lionheart. ❜

   ❛ arthur morgan, you sure are some kinda determined if you can’t get over somethin’ happened years ago. ❜ ( there’s a hiss as he strikes a match against the sole of his boot. then, a flare of light, warping, shuddering as it rises to illuminate the distaste curling john’s lip. ) ❛ determined, or pathetic. ❜

     shadows flee the tip of his nose, flinging themselves into the tired creases of his eyes, the bristled edges of his ragged face. john cups the flame as he lights up, talking from the side of his mouth.