#asks (avery)

Shining Armour Prompts @artifexx

Avery wiped the trickle of blood that trailed down her chin from the split lip she had. The look she gave Anders was dark, angry, all but screaming at him that he would lose the hand that tried to reach out for her. She didn't want his help. Didn't want his pity. Didn't want anything than to put as much distance between her and the man in front of her as physically possible.

But there was too much at stake. She was doing this for Bethany. For the last person in the world she had left. Something was happening with the Grey Wardens and Avery could not risk losing Bethany.

And because she should have put down Corypheus when she had the chance. She should have made absolutely sure the bastard was dead once and for all. Now there was a hole in the sky and if she wasn't such a colossal fuck up then maybe things would be different.

But they weren't.

The Maker must truly be a sick bastard with an even sicker sense of humour. Anders as the Inquisitor supposedly sent by Andraste herself to save them all? What a fucking joke.

Send 🫟 for a random unfiltered thought from my muse @hopewrought

Is anyone in this fucking city capable of solving their own problems? [sigh] I suppose if they could I'd not be getting paid. Only ten more soverigns until we have enough for the expedition. I hope we find something down there or I may just decide to stay in the Deep Roads...no, can't do that. Who'd take care of Mother and Bethany? Not Gamlen, that's for fucking certain - Avery regularly during Act 1

An Assortment of Dialogue Prompts @artifexx

"Did you now?"

From where Avery was standing, what Ander's called "under control" and what she called "under control" were as different as night and day. She couldn't claim to know every thought that was going through his head - Maker, she could barely claim she understood herself some days - but she would not call almost killing an innocent woman "under control" in any way, shape, or form.

She'd reacted on instinct, slamming her full weight against him and pinning him to the wall of the cavern. She didn't even need to tell the girl to run, she had the sense to do that herself. She felt the force spell knock her backwards a half second later but the moment was all that was truly needed and it wouldn't have been the first time a mage had knocked her flat on her ass.

Being knocked flat on her ass by a possessed mage two seconds away from murder isn't even a first for her.

Still, he'd seemed to wrangle control of Justice and the contrition he'd immediately shown was enough for Avery to leave it. She could feel that Fenris had plenty he wanted to say but a sharp glare from her made the elf hold his tongue. Avery would deal with it. Well, once she'd left Anders back at Darktown to collect himself thoughts whilst she inevitably dealt with whatever other bullshit Kirkwall decided to throw at her that day.

Only when night had fallen had she went back to the clinic to find Anders. In a gesture that she hadn't come there to fight she'd even left her armour and her sword at the Estate, instead climbing down the secret tunnel to Darktown in only a pair of breeches and a shirt she was sure had actually been Carver's.

They needed to talk about it. It couldn't be ignored. It couldn't be waved away.

For every 🎵 I get I'll post a song I associate with my muse! @uvher

We're Not Gonna Take It - Twisted Sister

Yeah, Avery is a rebel and she's an angry rebel. This song would be a great insight into her own opinions on the Chantry. There is a reason she is drawn to Anders.

Dragon Age: Origins Sentence Starters @artifexx

A bark of a laugh escaped Avery. Had she ever what? And here she thought that the tortured metaphors were Varric's specialty not Anders'. That was certainly a new one. She'd heard many euphemisms for that particular act but never that one. Isabela certainly could tell them all plenty without having to even think about it.

"Sorry. Sorry." she apologised once she had regained some control over herself. "Licked a lampost in winter. Maker." A fresh wave of giggles threatened to over take her but Avery coughed and took a deep breath to try and hold them at bay. Even despite her attempts at a sober, coherent reply, a few snickers escaped and a odd smile spread over her face as she attempted to keep her mirth in line.

Height Comparison @dcvium

Arcane (s2) Sentence Starters @incitesin

"You're right, I don't." Avery replied. She refused to look at Malcolm, instead staring sullenly at the stone in front of his feet. It was almost like she was a teenager once more, sulking because she had been reprimanded.

Why now? Why now when everything was in ruins and their family was broken beyond repair? It had to be some sick joke. If she still believed in the Maker, she would accuse him of being the most deranged and cruel god there was.

"Because you left us and I was the one who had to pick up the pieces. I was the one who had to support Mother. I was the one who had to protect Bethany from the Templars. I was the one who had to make sure Carver didn't end up killing himself doing something stupid."

And she'd failed them all...but at least she had stuck around to try. Her father had been off doing who knew what. He could have come back any time he liked and yet he chose to stay away while everything went to shit. How many times had she wished her father was there because he always seemed to know what to do? How many times had she wondered how disappointed he'd be in her if he could see just how badly she had failed?

Well, now she knew, and it was true that you should be careful what you wish for.

Now she looked her father in the eyes. They had the same eyes but Avery felt like she might as well be looking at a stranger.

The Thief Sentence Meme @wardensjourney

Avery folded her arms and blew out a breath "Neither do I but it doesn't change the fact that he is."

Anders wasn't dead. Right now Varric had him hidden in his rooms in the Hanged Man just in case the Warden Commander had the forethought to send men to check Darktown. They'd be able to follow the trail as easily as Avery had years earlier. Look for the lit lantern. It was Kirkwall's most open secret and Avery didn't doubt even the Templars and Meredith had heard about the apostate healer in Darktown.

Meanwhile she was doing her best to convince his former Commander that he had died during their Deep Roads Expedition. Avery thought it wouldn't be too hard to sell, it was widely known that it had been something of a failure. There were a few dwarven families with relatives who never came home. What was one more person?

He'd left the Wardens. He didn't want to go back. That was enough for Avery to stand here and lie to the Hero of fucking Ferelden that he was dead. She only hoped he bought the crock of bullshit she was serving him.