#invintersend

"And I would ask you reconsider this action."

me: oh my god

             “I have a request for you,                            Ser Sovris.”

A rare tone for the Knight-Commander to take, both of concern and pleasantry only experienced by those closest to Meredith. Janin’s aid to Kirkwall’s Order has been helpful, and appreciated in the short time she has been here.

Gloved hands rest atop a scroll, flattened repeatedly, and the words read thrice in the last half hour to fully comprehend the situation. It is not an easy manner to discuss, but a necessary means for templars to complete such a sensitive task at hand.

          “Rumours of maleficar have been reported,            sighted along the Wounded Coast in a rather            large group. It is concerning.”

She rises to her feet, a sigh escaping a taut mouth. Stress has never ended since the qunari have occupied the docks, but she has more pressing issues at hand with rumours of powerful mages and malicious plans.

“Pet peeves? I find it irritating when someone is picking something their teeth with their tongue and make that sound. It’s driving me up the wall. I dislike it when I ask people to do something that needs to be done right now, and they diminish its importance. It needs to be done right now, I can’t do it myself at this given moment because I am doing something else equally important, so it’s only polite of you to do it. That glance that men throw to women passing by... It’s one that most don’t notice, but I do. It’s dirty, it’s demeaning, it’s wrong. They usually chuckle afterwards and make some subtle-not-subtle comment and it makes my blood boil in my veins. See? Like that one there, just now. Look at him laughing with his friends about the shelf supporting her skirt. I would give them a piece of my mind, but my sister told me to not cause trouble...”

She grabbed her fishing spear and stood up.

                                NA VIA LERNO VICTORIA​

Send “Memories of Sorrow” to see a painful and tragic memory from my muse’s past.

 He can’t hear anything over the pounding of his own heart at first and the world around him seems to be nothing but a blanket of white for miles. Rohan second guesses his decision to leave the cave system he had found himself in after the avalanche and the destruction of Haven. His mother-- He tries to race back towards the mouth of the cave, but snow has shifted and covered his way in. He lets out a sob that’s a mixture of fear, frustration, pain and grief.

 He needed medical attention, his side bled and shooting pains from the wound left the boy feeling breathless. He gripped his side to put pressure on the gash. His blood was such a deep shock of red against the fresh snow, it would have been considered pretty if it didn’t seem like his own death knell.

 Rohan moves forward, driven to get away from this place, to survive, to get a search party together. His mother could still be alive, he was after all, so there was chance for her.  

 He’s only just started his trek when he hears wolves howling in the bitter cold that chaps his uncovered face and ears. A shiver caused by something other than the chill runs up his spine causing him to move with desperation.

Morpheus:Do you daydream often? Of what?