#continuing this here

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Newt, thigh deep in murky water, jumped at the sound, whirling to see the gorgeous black bird. “Ah. You gave me a fright,” he said as if speaking to man. “Do be careful. There’s a spot of grindylows over there.”

“Ah i see..then I can recommend you a good one. I prefer books with a strong female lead most of the time. Sometimes I’ll read a good horror, like Dracula or Frankenstein’s Monster.” he said with a slight smile. “hmmm romance novels are alright too.”

“Who dares disturb the High…”  Magnus trailed off, seeing the somewhat anxious young man standing at his door.  “Magic problems?  Well, you have come to the right place.  Please, come in.” It wasn’t like Magnus was quiet about his magic or his willingness to help people for the right price.  Usually if people managed to find his loft, they were serious about needing something.  “What can I do for you?”

The petite crow demon made a soft ‘tch’ and stepped on the tail of his board, keeping it in spot as they sassed each other. Shiny black eyes tracked the movement of the phone like it were a fly or something equally obnoxious. A slow grin spread across his face. “Aw c’mon. No one wants to hear your  obnoxious voice while they look at my beautiful face!” Aandag laughed.

“ Fen’Harel’s hairy bloody balls, Solas, can you not do that today? ” He flapped a hand in Solas’s general direction, too wan and listless to put any real effort into it. “ The last thing I need is another lecture that turns into an argument. I’m fine, just a little light-headed. ”

Send “It’s not your fault” for my muse to have a complete mental breakdown in front of yours

“Yes it is! I-I left them there! To die, to suffer. I…I should’ve been the one to stay, i-instead of them.”

With trembling hands, Sorsha put her hand over her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as tears leaked from her eyelids. She hated this, breaking down in front of someone else. She felt so weak, so useless! Haven was a breaking point for her and now it seemed it wouldn’t end, as Inquisitor she was responsible for more and more lives. Sorsha didn’t know if she could handle it.

 Perhaps there was a better response to emotional distress than touch; but if there was, Zarek didn’t know it. So he responded in the same way that his mother had always responded to him whenever he was upset. He gently placed his hands on either side of her face and leaned his forehead against hers.

Merrill was surprised when his lips met the marred flesh of her writs as she let out a shaky breath. Most didn’t condone blood magic but there was something about how he looked at them previously that made her feel he didn’t see it the way so many others had.

“Solas…”

Her voice was soft, vulnerable; and Solas could only assume he caught her unaware. He offered her a smile as he lifted his lips from her skin. He knew what the scars were, and she did seem worried as this was the first time Solas had ever done anything to recognize them.