#borrowedhat

it  felt  almost routine for her to constantly be trailing behind  her  father whenever they had matters with the former inquisitor. she realized her steps  were always in sync with his and always EXACTLY three feet away  for whatever reason. she purposely began to alter her steps in spite    until    she    was   just   staring   at   her   feet    like    an    idiot.

by  the time she looked up, atreus was no where to be found and  she was   in   a   part  of   the   palace   she   didn’t   even   know   existed.

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23. a drunk kiss

It’s been a long time since they’ve been this drunk. Still, after all the bullshit they’ve been through lately, it’s nothing if not well-deserved, and they look around at the group gathered in the Herald’s Rest with a satisfied grin. They’ve all survived, and more than that, they’ve won, and Merryn feels a funny little flutter of what might be pride as they cautiously push themselves to their feet. 

“’M turnin’ in--I’ll see all ‘a ya fuckers t’morrow.” The words come out in an alcohol-induced slur, thickened by the Kirkwall accent that only deepens with intoxication, and Merryn stumbles slightly as they move around the table displaying uncharacteristic affection as they bestow a touch of some kind on each of the friends they’ve acquired since the beginning of all this. When they get to Emmerich, there’s no hesitation as they wrap an arm around his shoulders and bury their nose in the mess of his hair to drop a messy kiss to his temple.

Despite the slight mountain flurries of snow that drifted through Skyhold on this particular afternoon, the sun still filtered through clouds to lay the setting for a beautiful day nonetheless. Theo had taken advantage of such weather and had already been perched on a stoney ledge for a good while, sketching away with a pad of paper and charcoal. Every so often he would pause to observe his surroundings and the people that bustled about the fortress, though one in particular managed to catch his prolonged attention.

A boy young man, with an oddly familiar hat, who had already passed by a number of times within a span of a few coupled hours. There was something about him that the ex-Warden could not shake, as though he had known that face from somewhere, though he could not place it.

Eyes having strayed from his sketchbook one last time, the stranger finally wandered near enough for Theo to boldly reach out a hand. Palm halting against the other’s chest, calm amber hues locked with a piercing curiosity.