#lathal

It's a soft press of pink nose to his palm ; a pleasant contrast to calloused skin. Red's hand rubs around the fur found on the Halla's forehead, fingers soon tracing horns.

❝Aneth ara.❞

A smile gracing his face as he greets the inquisitor, just to falter a bit as does his confidence for using the phrase correctly.

❝Is that.. the right one? Or did I just tell you goodbye instead. Your other somniari friend isn't very helpful with my request of him.❞

Shrugging with a disappointed sigh. Disliking him was one thing, understandable even, but when you agree to a deal you would think things like like and dislike wouldn't matter so much.

Positivity!

“ Fifty whip lashes. But see to it that she can stand in the morning. The lord wants this one tranquil...” - said a voice as they threw the girl onto the cold stone floor and locked her in. It was a small dark room with nothing but a tiny window with enchanted bars to ensure the slave wouldn’t escape.

“ What’s this one done?” - replied the second voice in a rather indifferent tone.

“ You seriously didn’t hear?!”

“ Hear what? I’ve been sitting this shift since last night.”

“ She tried to poison the master himself!”

“ Wait what?... Are you serious?! And they let her live?”

“ I don’t think it’s for long. Heard something about an offering to one of the Dark Ones... Master doesn’t want her disgracing his name so he wants her made to obey just in case. So don’t touch the face either! Can’t have her looking unpresentable.”

“ Damn... maybe it’s kind of merciful that they make her tranquil first.”

“ Wow... you really are an optimist, aren’t you?”

“ Well, I wouldn’t really say...” - he never finished, because a third voice cut them off.

“And so the Rattus finally decides to speak to me. For what honor does this occasion bring?”

Fenris didn’t plan to stay in Skyhold; he had come only because he had received too many letters from Varric and was afraid this would never stop if he didn’t talk to him in person. The dwarf had always been really too INTENSE for the elf’s taste, but he still had come to consider him as friend through the years.

He was on his way to quit already when he saw the inquisitor, and he decided to talk to her. She had so much on her shoulders, but she seemed to handle things pretty well for now. Hawke had survived their short partnership, too. That was amazing, knowing how she was always really good at sacrificing herself for the others’ sake. 

@lathal ♥’d for a starter

Daisy was still getting used to everything. She wasn’t sure if there would be a point in which she’d finally feel settled into her position. Into her new life. It felt that every time she knew what was going on, what she was supposed to be doing, things changed. 

She pushed onwards despite the uncertainty. If she failed at any point, it wouldn’t just effect her. She was an icon to the people, despite her own feelings on the matter. She had to do her best, be the best, in order to protect them. To keep giving them hope. 

Sealing rifts were an easy part of it. Daisy had always had a fear of demons that lingered in the back of her mind. She always felt that most mages did. There was this thought that never went away. That one could possess her and that would be it. Perhaps it was her Circle upbringing that instilled it, but she felt almost everyone was afraid of demons to some degree. Still, they were the easiest things for her to defeat. Their deaths didn’t linger in her mind. As she drew closer to one, her companions at her heel, she noticed that this rift was not void of people. Someone stood nearby.

Guilty pleasure:

Poorly answered here - x

Chance or plot:

Answered here - x 

Attracted you to muse:

Aside from his devilish charm and good looks?

Asher is...everything I want to be. He sees solutions instead of problems; he knows when he has to be brave and when he can show weakness. He’s been through trauma but made it benefit him rather than destroy him. Sure he still has his moments but he fixed himself. I’ll be honest, I’m jealous of him a lot of the time. He is completely devoted to his faith but is also more open minded than some may give him credit for. He strives to be better every day; to be learning and improving wherever he can. I admire him, as daft as it sounds.

Plus he can do cool things like archery, hand to hand combat and horse riding whereas I can barely walk on a flat surface without hurting myself in some way, shape or form xD 

Fatal error = drop thread: 

I can’t really say any “error” would make me drop a thread. Error implies mistake which suggests, at least at first, an accident. Accidents, I can and will easily forgive. If it’s repeated or becomes a constant though - and by that I mean, something happens that I’ve explained I don’t like and someone continues trying to make me do it - then I won’t drop threads, I’ll just drop people. 

Example: I realised I had a trigger not too long ago during a thread. It surprised me (even though it shouldn’t have) and I messaged the mun about it. She was understanding and supportive and hasn’t tried to get me to go near that subject  or plot again. I appreciated that massively and am still happily writing with them. 

(My trigger is apparently any plot where Asher loses someone he classes as a little sister. Mine was killed two years ago and I guess I’m not as accepting of it yet as I thought I was. I know I’m not bothered about other things in my past which should technically be triggers, but baby sister deaths are just a massive no-no atm. I can read stuff involving it, but I can’t write it if that makes sense.)