#commandercullywully

Orana has breakfast going, something my mother use to make back in Lothering,

 Come down when you are ready, I needed to get up to take care of somethings, I should be downstairs when you wake up.

Asteria had a score to settle with a fellow mage, and the plan was simple enough. She’d sneak into Lydia’s chamber with a jar of frogs at handy, let the frogs loose under her covers, an make  an escape before the girl finally woke up with the slimly things crawling all over her; however, the hard part was getting there and back unnoticed, and fast. 

As far as Asteria knew there was only one Templar stationed by their bed chambers at such a late hour. Tonight it happened to be Drass. She knew he circled the hall from time to time, and stayed up listening carefully for when he walked past. When she saw him turn the corner, Asteria quickly grabbed her jar of frogs and headed in the opposite direction, already reveling in the thought of exacting her revenge, but as fate would have it she heard someone approaching. Having nowhere to hide and no time to run, Asteria froze in place, quickly hiding the jar behind her back once Cullen came into view. She assumed Drass must have actually just ended his shift, thus leaving another in his place.

“Well... this is awkward,” she started, deciding to improvise her way out of this one. “Did I... start sleepwalking again?” 

from: [ x ] | status: accepting

07: If you were about to kill your mortal enemy, and their child appeared to beg for their parent's life, would you spare your enemy?

[ answered! ]

16: What is your worst addiction/vice?

“It’s a toss up between smoking and drinking. I guess.”

17: What is your greatest virtue?

Shepard coolly slid from Meredith’s office, face vacant for the most part as she walked calmly through the Gallow’s, heart rate barely rising if a Templar moved too quickly anymore. 

As she made her way to leave, her ears caught a familiar yell and a smile snuck it’s way onto her lips as turned, seeing Cullen shouting (it seemed that he always was). She waited around, leaning against a wall nearby until he released the poor souls for a break and approached. “People will stop wanting to be Templars if they learned becoming one in Kirkwall meant being trained by you--” not that it would matter to her, less men joining, less of a chance of being caught.