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Meme I Lost / Accepting, if you find it

"I don't either," Daniel admitted, voice softer than his usual professional upbeat cadence. Stuff had been weird at the studio, and only getting weirder and weirder. He worried about himself, he worried about Charlotte, and he worried a lot about the fact it seemed like their bosses were losing their minds if he were to be frank. "It's just a conversation though, how badly could it go? Worst thing he could do is fly off the handle and fire me, which wouldn't be great but I'd survive,"

❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞

something akin to a laugh leaves his strained smile; it hasn't been simple thus far, maintaining this veneer of normalcy, and darling charlotte... ah, she's always a step ahead, isn't she? how the things he once loved dearly become a double-edged sword.

" ! — did i not tell you to sleep, little sheep ? "

@bitersour asked: [008] [R] watches [S] sleep, fingertips lightly tracing the slope of their neck ( sasha.. and hero.. ) ; CATALOG 003 ⧫ 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂: i. ( inspired by: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 )

    He had an oddity to himself of arriving without notice. He was quiet, footsteps nearly silent accompanied by the chill of his presence in most places like a ghost in its drift. But not with Sasha. She was different ... down-to-earth and warm; a high contrast to his truest self. He had such an attachment to her that he couldn't humanly jot down, and yet he couldn't help but watch her. Like how he always did.

    His eyes gave a soft glow, illuminating her skin as he traced a finger along her neck. Right to her collar bone, touching around her shoulder before moving up her neck. The slope was a perfect arch right to her head. He found it fascinating how perfect she looked.

Meme I'm pretty sure / Accepting!

Morrigan looked up startled by Sindri, like an arrow had just whizzed by her head. She truly must've been stuck in her own head, turning over what she had learned from Mythal in her head like it was all some sick joke without an obvious punchline. An activity she had been slotting into the evenings, after her time spent conversing with the Inqusitor.

One she hadn't expected the little one to interrupt.

"A quiet one, aren't you? I hardly heard you coming," She tried to explain away her startled state, not wanting to admit to a child just how much her statement had struck her heart. "Mhm, company would not be unwelcome I suppose, though does your mother know where you've ran off to?"

The Slow Arrow looks at her, violet eyes studying with a silly smile growing on his face. She's adorable. Way too precious to him. He had never seen anything quite like her in all his time, and he had been along an awfully long time.

While it would be wise for him to take this cup of caffeine away from her so she could finally get some proper sleep for once, he also knows how it feels to go without it, fighting for that bit of energy. Then again...he was an absolute sucker for only her and could not deny her anything. Whatever she wished, he was at her command.

"Vhenan..." he lets out a breathy and amused sigh. "This won't do too much if what you're lacking is actually sleep and relaxation. Now, I think it would be the interest of both you and I if you set that cup down and get yourself into bed. Don't make me carry you there. You know I will."

He had centuries experience of battling against Solas, so this would be nothing for him too.