vindictive   suggestions

laddy: i am in this photo and i don’t like it

irladarelan replied to your post: hey do you think you’re doomed and past saving do...

that’s a lie, he is glad for enya, he is just really sad

                     SOME DAYS, THEY ARE A HURRICANE. Rushing winds, torrential pouring, and they are barely even her own ━━ from where did they sprout? There is not a single answer. The overarching cavern of stone that is Skyhold. The ever-pressing matters from each attendant, surrounding her with duties. Even the sky bears down on her. She can feel the sneers of noble men as the tears well in the elf’s eyes, hear mutterings of the inexperienced child and weak little knife ear at the sight of the drops streaming down her face.

                    And even more, her FRUSTRATION that creates the tears, not weakness. Not inexperience. Not immaturity. But a myriad terror, clawing down her skin, drawing her to cry. Sometimes, she can endure. Push through the tears, but others ━━ she runs. She hides. Not in shame, not fear. TO PROTECT.

                    “ I know, ” comes the soft, watery mumble, muffled in the flats of her knees. Wiry fingers push up to rub at her face, burrowing her eyes into the crook of her elbow. There may be an end, one day. Not now. Still, she sniffles, rubbing quickly once more at her puffy face.

                    “ They come to help push away the anger. They’re good ━━ LITTLE FRIENDS, you see? ”

i was trying to have a laugh and you give me pain instead

As someone with an older muse, Big Mood

“ Ye need tae be careful,  mate. There is a bear,  somewhere in Skyhold.”