#guiltsworn

          oh  father   ,   what  have  you  done    ?         beated hands entered the cold   ,   dark water of the barrel.        stained red flowing   ,   washing off as he brought it up to dirt beaten face.        who's blood was he drenched in   ?        he no longer knew if it was his    ——–    or did it belong to someone else.         hitched breath caused his chest to ache rubbing at the area with dripping finger tips as darkened eyes shifted to view    iolas    behind him.         a devolved state of animal   —–   a mighty wolf   &   plant that had become such a loyal steed.        ven moved away from his place splashing some of the water at the spriggan like creature   ,   who simply shook his wooden moss head and snorted at him.        corners of his lips pulling into a    toothy   grin    before he raised hand    ,    fingertips curling down.           ❛    ———      péle   ❜

fingers  tighten  around  the  edge  of  the  parapet,  head  tilting  to  look  at  vic  with  furrowed  brow.  “i  thought  everyone  would  be  asleep,”  there  are  guards  patrolling  the  top  of  skyholds  walls,  of  COURSE,  casting  long  shadows  from  their  lanterns;  no  doubt  there  are  also  some  cloaked  in  shadow  that  esyllt  had  not  noticed  -  but  seeing  vic  cast  in  moonlight  had  not  been  anticipated.  “it’s,”  lips  twist  to  a  frown.  what  use  is  COMPLAINING  about  the  expectations  cast  upon  her?  a  woman  in  the  emprise  du  lion  had  asked  for  esyllt  to  BLESS  HER,  as  though  she  has  that  ability.  “i’m  just  worrying  over  the  winter  ball.  they’ll  all  want  to  speak  about  adamant,  but  none  of  them  will  be  bold  enough  to  ask.”

She was yet again having a fantastic night. Every time she and Conley snuck out of Redding Hill, Isa’s grin was almost unstoppable in anticipation for the night ahead. She was laughing even now, running up to Vic with a small piece of paper in her hand. “My dance card is full -- can you believe it?” It had been a while since she’d been at a party where she hadn’t been asked out of sympathy or kindness. These men truly thought she was worth it to dance with, if only for a few minutes at a time. 

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“ HEY!! up and at ‘em! ”  so spoke the fellow thief, barely a few inches away from vic’s ear. unfortunately for him, today was a dual-job, her partner already picked out for her in the form of the man still slumbering in his bed in the cistern.

she clapped her hands, and a grin began to curl at her lips. “ wakey wakey vic, today you’re my partner. ready to do some thieving? ”

she  should  be  in  bed.  curled  up  under  the  covers,  warm  and  asleep  or  at  least  on  the  way  there.  instead  gwyn  is  -  well  -  she  isn’t  sure  what  exactly  she’s  doing.  a  blanket  is  wrapped  around  her  shoulders  to  shield  herself  from  the  biting  air  of  night  in  skyhold  and  her  feet  are  quiet  on  the  still  stone  floors.  no  one  else  is  up  except  the  occasional  guard,  who  had  all  acknowledged  her  with  a  look  in  their  eyes  that  was  easier  to  ignore  than  try  to  pick  apart.

no  one  except  -  it’s  not  a  surprise  to  see  vic  awake,  too.  not  since  the  red  templars  in  the  woods,  and  not even  since  before  that.  gwyn  wonders  if  he’d  rather  be  left  alone  but  she  approaches  anyways,  tired  eyes  locked  on  him  even  as  she  stays  quiet.

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Coriander held Buckley in her arms. He was a few weeks, and was the largest of his clutch -- not to mention the most talkative -- but still the one of the fluffiest. He clucked even now, quietly but incessantly, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Have you ever had animals, Vic?” she asked.