#consiliuum

hawke’s  mabari  is  named  dog.     he’s  fully  aware  it’s  uncreative,  and  vaguely  detached.     he  got  the  mabari  when  he  was  21,  intending  him  to  be  additional  protection  for  the  family  and  deterrent  for  strangers.     he  spent  weeks  trying  to  find  the  perfect  name.     he  tried  out  different  names  as  the  days  went  on,  never  for  more  than  a  day     (     though  more  often  than  not,  using  the  name  only  once     )     before  calling  him  ‘ the  dog ’  again.     soon  it  was  shortened  to  just  dog,  and  after  a  while  it  started  to  stick,  and  the  mabari  would  answer  to  dog.

he’s  loyal,  of  course,  having  imprinted  on  hawke.     if  hawke  doesn’t  like  someone,  dog  mirrors  the  feeling  and  is  notably  more  hostile     (     growling,  on  alert,  etc     ).     with  allies,  dog  is  friendly,  welcoming,  and  protective  of  them  as  well.     it’s  a  huge  comfort  for  garrett  to  have  dog  around,  particularly  after  da2  and  he’s  alone     —–     he  feels  less  alone  thanks  to  dog,  and  depends  on  him  for  comfort  during  high  bouts  of  anxiety.

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          waves of stinging pain have nearly overtaken him, the ringing in his ears deafening, the bloodied clothes beneath his now-torn leathers sticking to his skin. it was only meant to be a nightly scouting mission ⏤ the attack was blindsiding, but he scolds himself even now ; he should have seen it coming. at least he’s finished it alive. now the fight or flight has kicked in, and there’s but one thing on his mind ; make it back to skyhold. go home. 

       and he does, somehow, practically crawling up the steps of the fortress and slamming himself against the closed doors. his hands struggle to open them, and once he does ; he sees diem, a saving grace, the face of safety. his hands leave the door and press against his wounds instead, his own blood pooling between his fingers, and he slides down the door while looking at diem, helpless and pathetic. at least he feels safer, now, knowing he’s within his new home, that he’s not alone any longer. it’ll be okay. 

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were those at target? because i need them…

too much goin on in this meme to paraphrase !

         well, this is it. this is the only thought in his mind as he crumbles to the ground, far from skyhold, defeated by a surprise attack while scouting. he’d bested the enemies, of course, not about to let them anywhere near the inquisition ; but they definitely got a few good hits in, which he realizes rather quickly. death feels so certain, so near, and yet when his eyes close ; they open again in skyhold. a scout must have spotted him, carried word to rescue him. and to make things easier, he doesn’t wake alone ; diem is near, too.

ACOTAR STARTERS –––––––

ACOTAR STARTERS –––––––

They are up late, but it’s hard to sleep when the dark shadow of Adamant looms in the distance and the dawn only brings the promises of bloodshed. They sit a bit away from the tents, listening to the creatures in the distance as they prowl the sand and the moon illuminates the sand dunes before them, creating a beautiful false sea before them. He understands what she means, as deep as it is and he’s been there before when he thought about what the Blight would bring.