#circlefled

EXHAUSTED SIPPING. "Excuse me, but who the ACTUALLY BLOODY FUCK PUT THE GUY IN CHARGE OF THE INQUISITION? What was he even doin' anywhere NEAR the rift and not at home in a safe room???" "Nothin' against the guy, but Maker's flamin' BALLS I feel bloody terrible for him. Not only does he gotta decide the fate of the world, but he's constantly lookin' like someone just drop kicked a puppy in front of him." "Honestly Corypheus probably will give up cause he's gunna look at those fuckin' puppy dog eyes and bloody give up." "He's like someone left a kitten out in the rain." "Cute like one, but SAD." "Anyways, where was I? OH RIGH-" ANOTHER SIP.

He... Takes the rock. Though, in truth, he's not really sure why he even accepted it in the first place. Really, his mistake.

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Simon and all 500 of his blogs /j

I love SImon, I think he's so fucking cool and I'm glad he made that server where I got to meet him and everyone else. He writes all of his characters on point and captures each and every one of their personalities amazingly. The Miracle and Illario are def my faves so like, I gotta give them both smooches forever and always

Sebastian’s arrival at the fortress was one marked with little fanfare; the crown prince of Starkhaven having shown up largely unannounced, with only a small detail of his most trusted royal guards alongside him. Leaving so soon following his coronation had not been a popular decision amongst his advisors, but few people short of the Maker himself could sway his mind once it was set.

He needed to make the pilgrimage; his sacrifice a representation of the loyalty Starkhaven could offer Andraste's chosen.

It was not until the third day of pouring over maps and discussing the finer details of what mutual support between their forces was to look like that Sebastian, admittedly, noticed the surprising absence of the Inquisitor himself. He had all but vanished after Sebastian’s arrival, exchanging only the briefest pleasantries.  Motivated by the itch under his skin to do anything besides talk about plans and the nagging curiosity surrounding Andraste's Chosen, Sebastian settled on seeking out the man himself.

The underground levels of the fortress felt oddly private in comparison to the bustle of the upper levels. Sebastian descended carefully, conscious of his intrusion and the teacups he carried in each hand - his idea of a peace offering. After getting turned around when he nearly marched right into the prisons, Sebastian finally found his destination.

A small library in the depths of the fortress, a large book resting open on the desk.

@circlefled || meme || ACCEPTING

caught off-guard kiss.

‘i do believe this game is yours, inquisitor,’ he smiles, leaning over the chessboard where his queen has just been taken.  something WARM and unfamiliar flutters in his chest at the expression of slight incredulity in the other man’s eyes.  he swallows, throat tight, as the IMPULSE sweeps over him.  before he can think, before he can even begin to FATHOM hesitation, he presses his lips to maxwell’s, gloved hand cupping his cheek. 

it lasts but a MOMENT before he pulls away, his own golden eyes reflecting the same incredulity staring back at him.  

she nasty all the time. nasty lady. i love her.

Listen okay, consistently taking a drug* (lyrium) does things to your body (which is true depending on how severe the side effects, ranging from prescription to illegal substances etc).

She’s been a templar all of her life since she was a late teen, taking lyrium for like, three decades at this point. That shit HAS to take a toll on you - especially since we know the withdrawal is Bad(tm). 

Then, add in the fact that she’s paranoid and hypervigilant (due to her childhood trauma), so she doesn’t sleep well if at all and is constantly working PLUS the red lyrium influence later on?

She definitely has these dark eye circles, maybe blood shot eyes when she doesn’t sleep, hallowed out cheeks... her hair starts to grey which is hard to see in blonde hair but it’s there, at her temples and down through the rest... I’m sure her muscle mass has probably taken a hit over the years and she probably looks more bony in places than fit (round the ribs and hips especially).

❛  that's impossible.  ❜

"To what end do you believe that I would lie to you about the very things that I have witnessed with my own eyes and ears?"

Corypheus stands with his hands behind his back, glancing out a window from where they took their moment of respite for the night. Which, had happened to be within an old and worn down stone fortress that had once seen better days. In truth, if it weren't for Maxwell himself needing to rest for the sake of that wretched anchor, he'd have been on the move already once more.

Corypheus' body didn't tire. Not, at least, in the way the unafflicted did.

"The lies that the Chantry spread are laughable. There is no Golden City. Whatever they continue to peddle to your folk are fairy tales to keep them in line. What is needed is something tangible. Real. And true."

The darkspawn merely turns his head over his shoulder to stare into the eyes of the other. A foolish, unknowing mage, merely wet behind the ears. A shame, in truth, for someone with such power to not even know how to wield it.