#inquisitorxice

IT IS A DELIGHT AND I SNIFF MY PETS IDC. 

    “ i’m going to kill him. “ hand pressed to her chest, killian shot a glare out the door, where dorian was, presumedly, heading to lunch -- he’d met her at the door to tell her he was taking his break, but she’d thought he’d at least warn her that there was still a dead body up and moving in the morgue.      turning to her sister, the older mage stuck her tongue out at the younger, letting her hands drop to her hips -- she was hardly intimidating, considering she was bare foot and had pencils holding her hair up, since she’d somehow lost her favourite hair clip ( looking at you, illia ). “ what’re you doing here, anyway? “

      “ you’re back. “ it’s a little more breathless than he means it to be, but he’s just so fucking happy to see her. it’s always iffy, when illia leaves with her sister -- there’s plenty to do, so he can’t panic, but it’s always a relief to see her return to their keep. “ are you alright? “ || @inquisitorxice 

    “ he broke up with me. “ oh, it sounds so pathetic, having to admit it -- but she’s at a loss, and she needs her sister, especially in the face of the knowledge that everything they ever worshiped was -- false. tears in her eyes, she reached out for illia,  “ he-- - “ || @inquisitorxice

         “ why are you looking at me like that? “ she’s never seen pity on her sister’s face, not ever, but it’s there, hiding in those green eyes and pale cheeks, in the tightness of her lips and the furrow of her brow. it makes killian feel helpless, somehow, looking up to see her little sister looking at her like that. and maybe she’s right, maybe it is helpless, or hopeless -- but the older is so damn lost now, now that they’ve fixed things but she’s lost everything. she knows, knows, she must look like a wreck, long blond hair in knots where it falls, eyes decorated with purple bruises, it’s so hard to sleep when you see him in your dreams. he’s just gone, and she doesn’t know what to do. it was hard enough, dealing with the break up, but to turn around to find him gone, when they had finally won -- she’d thought that the victory might bring him back to her. how naive she was.  || @inquisitorxice

❛ whether they like it or not, things are going to change. nothing will be the same after we seal the breach, as much as people will pretend. but people fear change, they fear things that are different, like you or me, because it isn’t something they’re familiar with. sad, really. ❜

Sorry, you bite you buy. :P 

     “ do i need a reason? “ in truth, nadia had no idea why the elf didn’t like her -- it had been fairly obvious that she didn’t, but hawke could think of no reasonable explanation for why. still, every conversation between them was frosty from the mage, and almost amused from hawke herself. hell, the only reason she was even trying was because she could see the way cullen focused on illia every time she was in the room, and knew it would mean a lot to her friend. “ i mean, cullen seems to like you, and if you’re his friend, i don’t see why we can’t be friends, too. besides, you seem interesting. “