#justicebound

       ‘   how  are  you  HOLDING  UP ?  ’    she  remembers  her  own  joining ,  though  that’s  hardly  a  surprise  —  it’s  been  WHAT ,  barely  a  year  since  she  became  a  warden ?   how  strange ;  it  feels  like  so  much  MORE  time  &  so  much  LESS  all  at  once .   ‘  drinking  darkspawn  blood  is ,  uh . . .  hardly  PLEASANT ,  from  what  i  remember .   but  if  you  have  any  questions ,  please  ask  me ?  i  suppose  that’s  my  job ,  being  warden-commander  and  all ,  though  i  still  doubt  the  wisdom  of  giving  a  nineteen  year-old  that  title .  ’

      Dark hair loose surrounding ( hiding ) her face, Aoife made her way into the lowtown clinic. Expensive gowns & guards had been exchanged for a dark hood and a single bow strapped to her back leaving her unrecognizable to the crowds she spent her days with. To anyone nearby, she’d just look like another shady figure in their day to day life ( a sad thing to say about the state of the city ) and pay her no mind.

There was no urgency to her step, but there was a limp as she leaned against the ( dirty ) wall. Normally if something had gone wrong when she was alone she’d go to a hightown healer to save on resources, but this was too big to hide from her guards. Blood was dripping down her calf from where a longsword had caught her by surprise and if it was seen they’d double her surveillance. It was hard enough to get away as is.

      “   YOU  HEAR  ME   ?   WE’LL  go  down  in  history.   ”

Atena stood at the threshold of the clinic. They had gotten the map for the quest Varric needed, but the encounter in the Chantry wasn’t something she had expected. Nor had it seemed to set well with the former warden. She took a breath and stepped further in, seeing him towards the back of the clinic.

          ❝ i’m afraid i don’t know what to make of you, mister-anders. ❞ sticking ‘mister’ in front of his name, it was clear the inquisitor she didn’t know how to address him, either. though she looked a tad perplexed, brown eyes remained soft, warm,  &  while she noticeably made no grand effort to be touchy or incredibly friendly ; mihra was presently very incapable of being anything besides KIND.

           she offered a small SMILE. ❝ everyone seems to have a very specific opinion on how i should be regarding you, and whether or not you should even be here. ❞ this man was going to have an interesting time in skyhold, she thought. ❝ what do you suppose ? ❞

dragon age: inquisition starters | not accepting

“So it seems.” Solas nudges a fallen stone with the side of his foot, turning it to see where it had broken off from the whole. “And rather than mend his errors, Servis abandoned his soldiers to die,” he says, mouth curling with distaste. “I suppose I ought to expect no better from anyone who follows the likes of Corypheus.” Time and again they had proven themselves unworthy of command, spinning lies to no end. It was only a matter of time before they began to unravel.

He steps over the bodies of fallen Darkspawn, following the path with his eyes, avoiding the pools of black blood that flow from their broken bodies. “We will find him soon enough. With our influence in the region expanding, he does not have many places left to hide. What matters is we now know how the Darkspawn accessed the surface so easily. Your instincts served us well.”

Anders speaks with more conviction than Blackwall, at least where Darkspawn are concerned.