#garneredhostility

touch my muse | selectively accepting

Zevran was sure he looked like a lost puppy–or worse, like Alistair–standing there dumbly, holding a pair of gloves. They were deceptively plain in design, and he was sure they were basic even among the Dalish, but to him, they were more precious than a babe. 

“My mother–” He struggled to get the words out. His thoughts of her were so contorted in pain that he thought of her rarely. Even the phrase tasted odd on his tongue. “–She had a pair of gloves, exactly like this. They were all I had left of her.” 

These old things? A prostitute asked, a long time ago. Give them to the boy, La Abadesa answered. They aren’t worth anything.

“I have never been given a gift before. Thank you.”

Netflix’s The Punisher Sentence Starters (pt 1)

   In whispered tones came the occasional soft giggle from the pair of wardens centered at the front of their small band of misfits as they traversed Ferelden, an occasional sideways glance behind from Alistair had only deepened the now suspicion that whatever the two were conspiring was most assuredly a jape directed at her – much to Morrigan’s lack of amusement. It wasn’t until they had stopped to make camp that their fearless leader had approached her with an expression that already looked close to breaking out in laughter as a twinge of muscles pinched her eyelids to a partial close. With careful and slow breaths came the question that was so near to sending Isera into a fit of hysterics and almost just as soon soured Morrigan’s expression. Truly she had been surrounded by children.

Nonverbal rp starters

Reunions with his former comrades was always bittersweet. Zevran avoided them when possible. He’d heard the news–how could he not?–the esteemed Hero of Ferelden and the King of Ferelden were to be wed, Leliana served as the Divine’s Left Hand before the disaster at the Conclave, and Morrigan was in the ears of Orlesian empresses. And here he was, still hustling in taverns and picking off nobles for pocket change. It’s all he knew.

He couldn’t get out of it this time, not when he was obligated to be in Skyhold when the esteemed couple were to visit. And so he made an appearance like the Inquisitor’s shadow, somewhat hoping to go unnoticed. 

Yet after all the pomp was over, when Surana sought him out and tucked a flower in his hair–just like old times–he couldn’t help but smile.