#forestgr4ve

Helena Adair for @forestgr4ve, she's so pretty! Thank you so much for letting me draw her!

Atop the roof of Haven’s chantry, he can finally breathe – the crisp, cold mountain air slips through his lungs like a salve. It’s a relief to be above everything for a change, away from the constant demands of this newly founded Inquisition, the watchful eyes of a whole town. It’s just him, the moonlight and the only other person who might understand what he’s going through – everything that he’s been thinking since the conclave. After all, they had been there together. 

The little boy who helped his father raise the clan’s halla and made a spectacle out of each failed attempt of firing arrows from his mother’s bow seems more like a man now. Partially because he is one, and has been one for years, but there’s been something new in him since waking up cuffed in a dingy prison cell: someone quiet, passive and reserved, eyes far sadder than they were mere days ago. Oh, he was a wild thing – quick-witted and sociable, but he can’t be that person while this organisation is still so young, so malleable. All he can be is what he thinks people will like. 

And right now, he can’t help but think the only Dalish elf they’ll take seriously is one who seems agreeable. He’s not even their leader, really. Just a symbol, a name on every tongue. The Herald of Andraste, sent to speak for a God he doesn’t even believe in. And he can’t even deny that. 

Am I a traitor for this? Am I a traitor because I haven’t kicked and screamed and denied their maker?

He’s had to take hits to protect the clan’s hunters and mages, but he’s never had to carry such a heavy burden before. 

Once again, he raises his left hand directly into the moon’s light, eyes watching it with a sort of unease. It is not unaltered by recent events. Emitting green, ethereal light, his palm bears an odd mark that looks almost like a vein, spread out almost like a scar or an infestation. Yet it sits both within and beyond the skin. It’s been fine since Solas touched it, but the phantom agony persists even now. Certainly while his mind is so fixed on the thing, horribly entranced by the crackles of eerie green. It’s not painful, but a constant… sensation – peculiar to constantly experience, and harder to try and describe.

“I want it gone,” he says too suddenly, breaking their comfortable silence with unease. He turns to Ellowen, a look in his eyes desperately searching for guidance, for familiarity, for anything that might be helpful.  

But he’s sure they’re probably sick of hearing about it – about him. Too quickly, he follows it up with another question he’s been dying to ask, something wildly more personal. 

“Have you been able to write? To Vana, or anyone? We got a letter from the Keeper after everything, but I feel like I'm out of the loop,”

rp  hot  take:

REASON TO CELEBRATE ─── far from the first ( and hopefully not the last ) but reason nonetheless ; a successful contract closed with ease, the only blood lost being the the side as foe as opposed to friend. under normal circumstances rogue would have been found slouched in her seat - body language languid, shoulders relaxed and a drink in hand as the sounds of the bar were used as little more than background noise, her very own sound machine there only to lull her off to sleep as adrenaline finally stopped pumping and rest was within reach ... but normal circumstances were nowhere to be found.

hours earlier a change of plans had meant that rogue was, much to her dismay, paired off with someone who may as well have been a complete stranger. tried and tested to some, according to the man who had made the arrangements, but to rogue? helena could have been completely useless in every way, ready and able to bring well thought out plans to a screeching halt with one STUPID move.

thankfully that hadn't been the case ; what needed to be done was done, with the other holding her own just as well as rogue could have hoped ── but none of that changed the fact that helena was, to rogue, a complete mystery. and until that changed? the relaxation portion of the night couldn't truly begin.

❝       you're technically still a druid, right? is  there  anything  you all  like  besides  dirt  &  plants?       ❞

@forestgr4ve said: “you wanna see how long it takes this grape to hit the ground?” from helena !

@forestgr4ve said: “perhaps you have people you need killed?” from silvie!

❝  might  i  ask  you  a  question?  ❞  she  asks  with  a  gentleness,  light  eyes  skating  over  the  other  as  she  sinks  into  a  seat.