#fereldan-commander

Greed: a headcanon about something your character hordes or collects

Books. Elissa loves to learn new things about… just about anything. As such whenever she comes across a book of interest, she takes it home. Her apartment is filled with more books than furniture (to the extent that the books are sometimes used as furniture) and she will likely fill the library rooms within her estate within the first year of moving in.

Envy: a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies

Sloth: a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general

Shopping. The whole shopping thing is not something Keita’s generally a fan of. Trying things on, being around people, talking to shop attendants, all of the shopping experience is something Keita avoids. 

Gluttony: a headcanon about food or obsessions

"Mail." 

A brief puff of air and the accompanying slap as the mail hit the desk came along with the word, a moderate sized pile of letters dropping in front of Elissa just atop where her eyes had lost focus in their attempt to read (for the second time) a proposal from the South Reaches with regard to post-blight disaster relief. 

"Thank you, Charles." Elissa smirked, rubbing at her face for a moment and then plucking the top letter up off the pile. "Both for retrieving the post and for saving me from this awful treatise on Senator Bryland's blighted bovines." 

Pulling a dagger from the top drawer, she slit open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. Her eyes passed over the words four times in confusion before she decided to look at the return address on the front only to discover it didn't have one and hadn't been intended for her to begin with.

"Gamlen..." she whispered his name almost absently.

"I'm sorry?" Came the answer from across the desk drawing Elissa's eyes up to the assistant she'd forgotten was still standing waiting for further instructions.

"Oh, nothing. You're free to go for the day."

"Are you sure?" The young man arched a dirty-blonde eyebrow at her. "We were supposed to make several conference calls with Senator Sighard from Dragon's Peak and the representatives from The Bannorn."

"I was also supposed to read this treatise so I'd know what we were talking about." She snorted, rolling her eyes. "But as I haven't done that, the calls will have to be rescheduled, and you can do that in the relaxing comfort of your own home. Honestly, Charles. Go. Shoo. Cater yourself in dinner on me for your troubles."

"Fine, but whatever I order is going to include dessert and a bottle of wine, and you're making those calls tomorrow whether you've read the report or not." Charles said as he turned toward the door.

"Fine." Elissa retorted, watching as he disappeared out the door before adding. "Slave driver."

"I heard that! Now you're paying for breakfast too!"

The former assassin laughed, and shook her head, her eyes moving from her fiance's name on the front of the envelope to the cryptic --and not so vaguely threatening-- words on the paper inside.

I found the Gem of Keroshek. If you want it, come to Darktown. Alone

The Gem of Keroshek. She knew that name. Knew what it had done to the man she intended to marry. Knew what it cost him. 

In the back of her mind she also knew that she should discuss this with him, but the rest of her just couldn't allow it. Not when this was so obviously a setup.

Not when it could start the entire process all over again.

"Enlisting to work at the Rose?"  She quirked her eyebrow at the warden knowing full well what he was referring to, but choosing to swing the topic elsewhere.  It was more likely that she would go be a dancer at the rose than abandon her family regardless if there was a pay check coming to help them establish themselves.  Desperation for giving them a better life had not gotten to the point of leaving them to do so, but she had to admit that the option was there.  Garrett would kill her if she ever gave voice to it, so the thought was about as prominent as it ever came.  Plus, she would have to ask Anders his opinion before she would even consider joining, and she could imagine how that conversation would go.

Send ☎ for a rushed text

Partial DRcollapse ouside sndrmt. evidence of taint. thought someone shd know.

Send ☏ for a loving text

That trip we've been speaking of? Don't hesitate to ask. The secret is safe with me, but I encourage you to tell your girl before you go. She's already lost one father. 

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

Send ✆ for a morning text

Coffee on the back porch? There's a cup waiting for you if you're up and want some company. I even put a shot of whiskey in it like Father used to. You two weren't fooling anyone.

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

Sometimes I think that Eleanor resented me because I only reminded her that her life with Father was only a facade. Did either of you ever think about the consequences of your actions or their impact on the people around you? 

Send ☎ for a rushed text

Itsowe. You're ight. Mudrer.

Send ☏ for a loving text

Happy Father's Day, Duncan. Whether you wanted it or not you've got a daughter now in me, and I have no intention of letting even the sappiest of holidays pass without acknowledgement. I hope the pastries are too your liking. I remember them being your favorite back in Highever.

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

Imay  neda ride Dad. had twomany shits. nowalkies. hep.

Send ø for a late night text

Are you ever certain, absolutely certain, that you see him? Just for a moment, out of the corner of your eye. Or hear the echo of his laughter. It happens to me sometimes. Sometimes I could swear the study smells of his cologne.

Send ✘ for a hateful text

Weren’t Grey Wardens supposed to have more tolerance?

But here he was, passed out on the couch, couldn’t hold his wine, apparently. She’d give him the benefit of the doubt and just say he had a rough, long day.

But!

Well, there was a penalty for falling asleep on her couch like that. A few seconds later, freshly painted lips were pressing kisses all over his face, leaving bright red impressions of her lips all over. She took a step back to admire her handiwork, smirking.