@heshields​ asked: “touch on a falling tear - for dorian”

He’s sitting at the edge of his bed, feet bare touching the carpet. It’s been this way for a while, having returned from Redcliffe and telling the Inquisitor he needs some time. Alone. Blackwall had entered his room, asking, wondering why Dorian appears so somber.

My father was there. Waiting for me.

 Silence, a hand on the small of his back. It’s comforting, in a sense, to know someone cares - even if this is new. Even if Dorian is uncertain of any future to be had, Blackwall is here, large and strong and so considerate it makes him sick; I don’t deserve this, he thinks, almost utters the self-deprecating words. “He tried to change me.” Dorian whispers, and leans against Blackwall’s shoulder, tears blemishing his fine features. A calloused pad of a finger on his cheek, wiping the tear away, soft and caring in a way one doesn’t expect a warrior like Blackwall to be.

@katariisaam​ asked: {Sebastian}

Is your muse a romantic? 

As a youth not so much. Sebastian enjoyed his life mostly sleeping with women he’d meet for one-time flings, and I suppose he’s had the occasional same-gender dalliance too since I headcanon him as bisexual. After taking his vows he’s supposed to remain celibate but upon Hawke attempting to romance him he can ask her (since in the actual game it’s only allowed heterosexually) to join him as a sister in the Chantry and have a chaste marriage. He believes in romance and romantic love and he is capable of it but he is conflicted because he feels it will make him ignore his devotion to the Maker and Andraste and also be the reason he wishes to end his celibacy. 

Do they dream of love and marriage?

Hawke or someone he romances in Kirkwall could make him dream of such things but again in a chaste way because he’s too devoted to break his vows. When he does finally leave the Chantry to take the throne in Starkhaven he can propose to Hawke/ his partner to marry or remain lovers if they’re of the same gender and he can’t marry them since he is royalty.

 Is your muse a deviant?

He could be, his time as a Chantry brother excluded. As a younger man he has done adventurous things and various stuff his parents would probably severely disapprove of. Post-Chantry explosion/ becoming prince again he isn’t particularly adventurous but if his partner is he can indulge them and enjoy it. He has a dominant streak, however.

 Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Again, he used to be whilst in Starkhaven. Flirting was a fun way to pass the time and his forwardness with it was infamous. When in Kirkwall he abstains from it for obvious reasons but he can flirt along if necessary and actually enjoys it if it isn’t vulgar. As prince post-Chantry explosion he enjoys it and will take the first step especially with women.

Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

He actual finds himself attracted to non-physical features/ aspects of a partner more. He likes intelligence and passion in a person. A person who has purpose and exudes confidence is very attractive to him. Other than that he really likes legs I suppose haha.

 Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? 

@rebellantes​ asked: “Our choices always matter to someone, somewhere.” - Mahanon Lavellan @ Iron Bull

Bull’s single eye follows Krem’s smile across the tavern, Dalish laughing along to the story being told, Skinner even breaking her facade to crack a grin. There’s warmth there and camaraderie, a band of fools and misfits meeting to create something good amongst the chaos.

“Our choices always matter to someone, somewhere.” Lavellan says, and the Iron Bull contemplates that, wise words he didn’t know he needed. 

@rebellantes​ asked: “You’re a mystery, and I can’t have that.”- Anders @ Nathaniel

He raises a dark eyebrow at that, a bit of foam from the ale still on his lip. Nathaniel runs the back of his palm against his mouth, and looks back at the mage, his ever infuriating expression present at the moment. “A mystery? My entire family history is in front of you when you go take a shit at the lavatory - haven’t you seen my great aunt’s portrait there? My father installed it when I was ten.” Nathaniel grunts, and takes one more sip from his drink.

@telasulevin​ asked:  “❦ on the stomach BULL“

He fumbles with the blankets around him, strong arms feeling weak. The Iron Bull is slowly coming to, realizing he’s in the healers’ tent and wrapped in bandages, his abdomen feeling like he has been cleaved open by a hurlock’s greataxe. The bandages are clean and white, no blood seeping through so he must be safe and stitched closed. His eye catches sight of the Inquisitor, the expression on her usually aloof features worried. “Hey.” he mumbles, his voice coming out a little gruff. He must have been unconscious for a while. “I’m fine. Why do you look so upset?” 

Velawen tilts her head, scrunching her eyebrows, and holds his hand. “I thought I was about to lose you.” she mutters, voice smaller than her usually confident cadence. She leans down to place a soft kiss over the bandages on his belly, and hovers there for a few moments before coming back up and kissing him on the mouth, once. 

@telasulevin​ asked:  “ ❥on the nose for loghain. enjoy that kiss u lil binch”

Loghain is half asleep, long legs peeking out of the blankets which are all pulled weird around both their limbs - Velawen is laying half on top of him, her thick, dark hair a mess above her head, strands loose. He is absently playing with them, his eyelids feeling heavy and oh, he’s sated. He has spent decades playing the role of a noble, days at his King’s side doing little but offer inane advise on governmental matters and more often than not, be ignored. And now he’s a runaway, a Warden hiding from his own, for the simple crime of not believing in sacrificing your comrades and becoming prey to blood magic. He’s been on the run for too long, body rejuvenated by the Joining ten years ago, but still, older than most. He’s not a young man, and finally, he can rest in this big, luxurious bed the Inquisitor has offered him - invited Loghain to, with piercing eyes and promises of a good time. 

She didn’t lie - he hasn’t had the pleasure of indulging himself in a very long time. Loghain’s suddenly sees movements before his eyes; Velawen is leaning over him, and his eyes follow her breasts for a second, nude and glorious - he’s old, not blind. “What is it?” he asks softly, and he lets her reach him. Her lips give him a tiny kiss on the nose, and she smiles, and Loghain doesn’t know what to say other than “-thank you, my Lady Inquisitor.” 

@lightlorn​ asked:  “😍 Which muse is the biggest heart breaker?”

Heartbreakers: Isabela, Morrigan, Nathaniel. As for who’s the worst I’d say Isabela, Morrigan being more distant in Origins and Nathaniel breaking a few young women’s hearts while he was in the Free Marches.

The Iron Bull set down his huge tankard of ale, raising a scarred eyebrow at the Champion. The two were situated at a table in the Herald’s Rest, the buzz of the night’s crowd encompassing all. “Ya don’t say.” he mused, and took a long sip. He didn’t know what to make of Garrett Hawke. He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, which was interesting for someone who had a whole novel written about them. By Varric no less, the greatest bullshitter of all time. “Demons - the Fade. Not cool. I’d take ‘spawn anytime, instead.” Bull stated, thinking back to Adamant. 

The Inquisition had persevered, but lost many soldiers. Stroud left in the Fade, to battle a Nightmare personified. He would rather not think about the Warden’s fate - seemed too bleak even for a man who had spent a decade in Seheron, fighting a pointless war. The Iron Bull wasn’t afraid of many things, hasn’t been since he was known as Ashkaari and he and the other children told scary stories in the dark, after the Tamassran would retire for the night thinking they were asleep. However, he has never been keen on demons and the like. Demons you can’t just pierce with a greataxe, cut them down and make sure they are gone forever. That’s when magic comes in, an area Bull would rather not delve into.