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@fatefaulted​ sent: An unconventional moment of neediness. The Dame would drape her arms over his shoulders in his seated state. No reasoning. No whispers of conspiring antics. Just to savor him. To let her chin rest atop his head. To breath deep the scent of him and let go of a sigh that could actually be considered within the realm of contentment. Even she could appreciate the warm qualities within their cold existence. (( i love and stan the hot murder bbs ok!! ))

          Nadira moves with the stealth of an assassin, silent in a way Vaako could never hope to be with his heavy armor and military step. So he isn’t expecting the slim glide of her arms across his shoulders, or the brush of her breath at his temple as she leans over him from behind. For a moment, the Commander goes deadly-still and alert, his muscles coiled to attack. But then the spicy sweetness of his Dame’s scent reaches Siberius’s nose, and he inhales deeply, relaxing back into his seat. 

@fatefaulted​ { NADJA }

“Have you heard? Lady Mantillon has taken a new lover.” No doubt the casket makers of Val Royeaux will be thrilled by the news. “It seems just yesterday I was sending lilies for our dearly departed Etienne. To see her learn to love again is simply... heartwarming.”

        ⸺ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆❟ talked to the people inside the palace hall, but was adamant in her decision to pass on the party outside. she understood the need to celebrate and encouraged them all to do it. put the horror of the past year behind them. but it wasn’t so easy for her. 

        she retired to one of the rooms and didn’t have the energy to complain when a couple of guards followed her. she was IMPORTANT now. a hero. a joke, really. she couldn’t save those who mattered the most, what good was she really?

        ❝ your ladyship. someone is here to see you. ❞ one of the guards said. she sat up on the bed and rubbed her temples. she wanted to be ALONE. but it could be important.

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Blood Lotus: Is your character a lightweight when it comes to intoxicating substances? How did they come across this fact?

He isn’t a lightweight, but neither does he have an unusually high tolerance. I’d say it’s about average for someone of his size, in Inquisition his tolerance may be slightly lower as he drinks and smokes less than he did as a young elf, but he’s very careful with them, his drink especially. At Halamshiral he maintains a steady buzz that lasts most of the night, sharp enough to keep his wits about him, but it takes the edge off the evening. He’s well aware that if he does partake in too much it will cease being fun, not so much due to the physical adverse effects of alcohol (although they’re also important to avoid) but because at a certain point he stops having fun and just becomes depressed.

The first time he truly reached his limit would have been thousands of years ago, before Elvhenan, but likely after he had met Mythal. He was still very much a kid and did not know his limits at all, it wasn’t something he tested much after that. Alcohol has a poor effect upon a Dreamer, he couldn’t even sleep off the headache that followed because in his inebriated state he couldn’t draw sustenance from the Fade, which sounds like a minor inconvenience but it was very frustrating at the time.

Rashvine: Who/what is the one thing or person your character simply cannot stand? (also asked by @wulfein)

Except in cases where he has low approval for the Inquisitor, there isn’t anyone in the Inquisition Solas has no patience for. Sera tries it often, and purposefully, but as I’ve discussed before he does like her even if he doubts they’ll ever be close.

@fatefaulted​ sent: “ okay, so you’re a monster. so am i. lets be monsters together. ” ( dame vaako for siberius x3 )

          Vaako’s arm braces against the transparent steel that provides an exterior view from he and his Dame’s chambers. The hull of the Basilica is turned planetside, a lingering offensive position from the recent invasion, and so Siberius has an uninterrupted view of the smoking remains on the planet’s surface. 

          “....there’s no such thing as monsters..” The commander replies, his voice monotone in the way it gets when he’s reciting Necroism Doctrine. “...there is only those made powerful through Purification, and those who oppose the natural order of the ‘Verse.” 

          It’s something Vaako has said many times in his tenure as a Necromonger. And yet... he can feel the way the words stick in his throat, catching on the memory of children's’ bodies burning in the streets. Convert or Die. It is the choice, it has always been the choice....

               And yet.