#asaz-karin

Asaz-Karin. What causes it? A qunari no one knows and a few words that don’t make sense. She’s no longer Asaz, she is just a weapon and she will try to kill everyone on the order of the stranger. 

Who can stop them? The Iron Bull is the only one physically powerful enough to take her on head to head, perhaps knock her out but they’re essentially equal and it would be a matter of hitting the right place or simply outlasting her. As for fixing her - because she would not go back to her normal self - Corvus would be their best bet if Solas wasn’t around. They could go into her mind and seal away the part of her that was woken up. 

With her secret out she would be ashamed of herself, she would feel like a monster for what she had done - and if she killed any of her friends she would wish they had just killed her and been done with it. If she killed Damiana in her rage she’d be nothing. 

Yeah, secret revealing time!!

“Is it possible to love too much?” the qunari mused.

Damiana groaned, almost asleep when she spoke. They were laying quietly in their bed, cuddle close and bare. Asaz’s fingers were carding carefully through her hair that was spread across the pillows. It was more than passed the time they should have started sleeping and this was liable to keep them up even later.

“Asaz...” she warned, though she knew it fell on deaf ears.

“I mean... I overheard sire Champion of Kirkwall talking to the boss about his lover and how the elf would give his life to safe him... and I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you could love someone to the point of being self destructive...”

This thought gave Damiana pause. It was strange when said like that. To think of loving someone to the point where nothing else mattered but them. When all other aspects of life, even one’s self, became meaningless without the other, it seemed so odd and foreign. With so many other things in life, was it reasonable to be so focused on one temporary thing?

“Do you think so?” she asked, then realized she was afraid of the answer. 

The qunari hummed softly to herself as her hand kept moving. “I don’t think so. I think that, even if love were to go to the point of being self destructive, it is still love. Irrational and suicidal sure...”

Satisfied with her response Damiana closed her eyes again. “Good... now we can sleep...”

“Damiana--” 

Asaz spun the small blade in her hand. Her breath short and sweat streaking down her brow. A breathless laugh left her parched lips as she watched the near exhausted qunari in front of her. 

“Come on Bull, you can’t tell me you’re done already?” she taunted as she planted her feet. 

The other laughed just a breathless as he straightened and rolled his shoulders. “How long has it been?”

“Two hours!” Krem called from the fence, keeping an eye on all that had gathered. It seemed they had started bidding on who would win. “Come on Chief!” 

“Yeah, come on Chief,” Asaz called over. He waved his hand and turned a little. “Oh by the blade, what, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?”

The crowd cheered and jeered in response. The Iron Bull paused and looked around. He laughed again and turned back towards her, setting his feet. She responded with a joyful laugh of her own as she planted her feet and raised the blade. 

Krem admired as they stood for a moment, watching each other. He could almost see all the calculations going on behind their eyes with every muscle twitch. Then they surged forward, two walls of sheer power crashing together. Steel rang out and strikes cracked against skin to leave dark bruises on grey skin. Together they danced, neither telegraphing their attacks yet each knowing right where the other would be. It was a dangerous dance.

Then it was over. 

He was over her, blade on her neck, her’s at his heart. They were both grinning like fools as everyone looked around. 

“I win…” Asaz taunted.

“It’s a dr…” Bull trailed off as he realized where her knee was poised. “You fight dirty…”

Embrium: Thinking they are beautiful

(I’m gonna go back for this one~)

There were many people who would think that she was crazy.Taking in a wild mage, travelling with them, sleeping around them - a deathwish. Yet she knew she wouldn’t be able to explain just what made her keepDamiana around. No one would be able to understand.

“Asaz, you’re going to walk into a tree at this point,please pay attention...” Damiana deadpanned.

The qunari blinked, realizing she had missed the lastdistance of the walk. She sighed and stretched. “But it’s so pleasant out...”

Indeed it was, the sun was shining warm over the road allmorning, some rain still glistening from the night before. The spring flowerscould be smelt for miles. Then there was the beauty walking at her side, freckles darkened by the rays of sun sneaking beneath her fiery hair. She watched the grace of the witch’s movements, delicate and deadly even though she was sightless. 

“You’re staring again...” Damiana scolded halfheartedly. At this point it was almost useless to tell Asaz to stop, she never listened unless she wanted to.

“I can’t help it, you’re--”

“Yes, yes, the most beautiful creature you’ve ever met that could turn you into a frog...”

“Oh, so I’ve mentioned it?”

The witch groaned and resisted the urge to rub her temples. “Asaz...”

She could only laugh a little and watch ahead, ready for whatever life brought them.

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“Hey... Asaz. If you keep zoning out like that you’ll fall off the battlement...” Damiana scolded, not unlike a mother, and tugged on the qunari’s belt scarf. 

She jolted back to reality and looked over, blinking wide eyed. “Oh... huh, the long hours must be getting to me...”

“You just spent fourteen hours sleeping numbskull. I swear you head off to the Fade on these little daydreams with how lost you get...”

Asaz shuddered at the thought but offered a smirk, “No, just remembering you when we first met... so opposed to my flirting~”

(Um...Honestly thinking of everyone... Maybe Asaz? She doesn’t get a lot of screentime~)

30. Sunrise or sunset?

Sunset, it means she gets to wrap Damiana up in a blanket.

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

Unsurprisingly organized - remnants from her past.

32. Pet peeves? (always difficult to answer)

People asking about her past?? People pestering Damiana???

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

A pendant Damiana gave her with several charms and half a dragon’s tooth. (someone was consulting Bull)

34. Least favorite food?

Anything that tastes too strongly of ginger. 

35. Least favorite color?

Purple - usually denotes nobility and tight clothing.

36. Least favorite smell?

The metallic scent left in the air after a foreign spell (friendly spells have unique smells)

37. When was the last time they cried?

... she doesn’t talk about it... (During the thing that caused her to want to leave her past behind her)

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

Technically yes???

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

Their relationship works because they respect each other. They understand that the other is fully capable of surviving without them and that their relationship could end quite easily if trust was betrayed. They love each other for the simple reason that the other is a brutal force of nature and yet as quiet as a spirit.

There isn’t really an ‘emotional’ one. Both are rather collected and in control of their emotions to a terrifying degree. Though, by far the sappiest - not even a contest - is Asaz, as she loves to dote on Damiana to the point that it’s almost embarrassing just for the hell of it. Why? Because life is fleeting so why not??

Corvus: I would consider myself attractive… I take good care of my health and hygiene, I try to keep my close well mended and I attempt to remain as polite as possible. 

Kyne: Um… not really? I mean… I know that Akin and Cullen are always saying that I am, and the others too but… Damiana is prettier than I am-- and Josephine. Cassandra too. Leliana is really beautiful... I’m just me…

Akin: I’m content with my appearance. It’s never been much of a bother for me and I’ve always just taken good care of myself. Dorian claims I am the handsomest elf he’s ever met, I’m certain he’s exaggerating to flatter me.

Asaz: Never cared much to think about it, but yeah, sure, I’m sexy. I mean look at me? Is anyone really gonna challenge me? 

Asaz huffed as she worked on setting up her tent. They had a long day of travel behind them and before them, and night was falling quickly upon the forest. It was already starting to get colder. 

The problem? Damiana wouldn’t stop doing things to distract her. Not intentionally, but just little things that caught her interest and turned her eye for longer than it should have. From fixing her hair while humming softly to herself, to the little smile on her face when she lit the fire, it captivated the vashoth. She let her eyes wander the nuances of the expressions, ears perked to the soft song spilling from her lips. Every little detail was noted and memorised.

It was only when the witch felt her gaze and turned to question that Asaz would be snapped out of the daze. She would quickly turn back to the tent that was still only half built and attempt to complete it. 

Yet, inevitably, her eyes would be back on Damiana once again. 

Her breaking point came with something so trivial, the witch wouldn’t let her live it down for the next couple weeks. All the red haired woman did was lay out on the grass, arms stretched above her head, with a smile on her face and a little stomach showing under her shirt. 

“Damiana, stop being cute right now, I’m trying to be productive!” she demanded.

The witch looked over, eyebrow quirked. “I’m being cute?” There was an edge to the tone, teasing. 

She was doing this on purpose. And I fell for it. Asaz scolded herself profusely, huffing in embarrassment. “Dammit Damiana...”