#blindapostate

☠☠   Death sighed softly as they threw a brick over at the wall of the abandoned factory, watching it crumble into pits and dust. They were rather bored and they were soon going to run out of fucking bricks.

The Brother carefully took the delicous looking cake from the errand boy that had entered the Chantry a few minutes ago, to deliver the good. "Fur me, ye say? Care to tell me, who send it as well?... Nae? Well, then at least make sure to give mah thanks to mah... secret admirer, aye? Here's half a Sovereign for yer effort. Now off ye go, mah lad!" Carrying the cake to his room into the Brother's dormitory, Sebastian smiled softly. What an unusually nice surprise this was.

"Your lucky you don't have this much hair to brush," Rapunzel said and ran the brush through her long blonde hair. 

          "I don't suppose being a mage you'd know where to buy           arrows, then." Restocking was the pits.

The elf sprang up in a sitting position on his bed, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. He wiped a hand over his face and looked next to him. Polara laid there, blissfully asleep. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before he slid from the sheets and went into this wash room He needed to cool himself off, as the dream was going to haunt him for the rest of the night.

Sebastian stares at the unintelligible words covering the parchment he found in his post, a deep frown on his face. He could make no head nor tail of this."Is this… some kind of practical joke?"

It was late. He knew it was. And yet he found himself in the Hawke estate. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to be with her, yet didn't know how to express it. He couldn't come out and say what he felt but he still wanted her to know. And now here he was, leaning on the fireplace in the sitting room, waiting for Polara to retun home from whatever she was doing with Varric, Isabela, and Anders.