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“ it’s a book on stars . . . ” the dark blue book held in marianne’s hands is old. the book is etched with a silver- words only a few could even hope to understand. “ not the actual things. but rather . . . it is a collection of myths. ” the inside, on display, reveals neat, printed letters on the parchment within. “ i would appreciate if you did not speak to anyone of this book. it belongs to a . . . private collection, of sorts. ”
@laveled.
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@laveled liked for a starter for the inquisitor
“ you say that but do you actually mean it? ” zevran might have been sitting in the chair too comfortably by anyone else’s standards, his dirty boots kicked up over the arch of one of its arm rests as he lazily glanced at his company, but the idea that that pretty ambassador would yell at him kept his feet firmly placed. “ i cannot begin to imagine the weight in all that you do, but, surely you could spare a little bit of time, yes? ” he leveled his gaze with the inquisitor, who, to his constant surprise was of the same height. strange, not to be looking up so often. “ the world will not collapse in your absence. or, perhaps it will, but that’s where the fun of it lies. ”
@laveled / CELEBRATE KHALID’S BIRTHDAY / accepting ! ↺ "khalid! hold on" he walks, no, skips the last few steps between them. the birthday celebration of humans is still a foreign concept for him to grasp and one he doesn't feel too sure in. however, he does know that gifts are given. so that's exactly why he's here. his gift isn't wrapped. it's a carved statue of a stag. a halla, to be precise. presented in both open hands, he holds it out in both hands "by custom, it's your birthright to recieve a gift"
ＫＨＡＬＩＤ ＷＡＳ ＮＯＴ ＴＨＥ ＴＹＰＥ to expect anything for his birthday . he was barely the type to remember his birthday . ( or so he would tell anyone who asked . ) but what they did was bigger than he was & there was too little time to even consider celebrating . if they walked out of all this alive , perhaps they could catch up on it . IF THEY WALKED OUT ALIVE . ❛❛ what happened ? ❜❜ suspicion always his first instinct , person in a rush always a sign for something that went horrible south . khalid’s mind immediately jumping to all the possible catastrophes & the solution for those . which was perhaps , why he stared at tarat in disbelief for a second or two before accepting the statue he was handed . ❛❛ it’s beautiful , ❜❜ he said , just a little crack in his voice . & it truly was . the edges of the halla were smooth , the antler delicate , too delicate for him to dare touching them in fear of breaking anything . khalid’s heart beat faster the longer he stared at it , continuously reminding himself to not let his mouth hang open whenever he found a new detail . ❛❛ thank you , i - will treasure it forever . ❜❜
@laveled / tarat lavellan.
The young Orlesian tilted her head to the side, slightly; perhaps a bit imposing while observing the elf. “ That is not common knowledge, Herald, yet — did you know that Orlesians silently envy the markings of your people? ” A soft chuckle followed her words; “ It’s true. There was a noble lady who insisted on getting one of her own, thus followed one of your clans and ended up being kidnapped for a ransom. The tale travelled fast — an amusing one at that, indeed. ”
he wasn’t exactly sure when this had become the norm, but dorian elected not to question it all that much. in fact, he rather enjoyed the time they both spent in the library, having grown accustomed to the comfortable weight of the elf on his lap.
a product of inevitability, one might argue. there was one comfortable chair in the entire library and neither of them wanted to give it up. the result? the two sitting together, entangled and atop each other. of course, there were probably other ways of resolving the matter, but why waste the effort when this arrangement worked fine for both parties involved. dorian would sit and read. tarat would... do whatever it is he does when he started out of the window. — ( thinking, perhaps? ) — dorian didn’t ask. he didn’t need to. conversation wasn’t a requirement. he was happy to just occupy the same space, doing his own thing while not entirely being alone.
as per usual, the necromancer tried not to disturb the other as he shifted to turn the page. the resounding ❛ hey ! ❜ grabbed his attention, however. the shout of protest breaking the silence and almost making him jump. his focus turned to tarat, a questioning look on his features. brow furrowed and lips pulled into a slight frown. — ( have I done something wrong? ) — though, that concern faded fairly quickly when he watched tarat fumble with trying to flip the page back.
❝ forgive me... I had no idea that you were following along? ❞ the tevinter hummed, a hint of amusement in his voice. he shifted his position slightly, swapping the tome into his other hand and drawing it closer to the two of them to make it easier to read. ❝ better? ❞
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❛❛ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 . ❜❜ a skilled liar khalid was , fooling everyone around him with a charming smile & a silver tongue . everything about him a fraud , from the name to the mark on his hand , hidden from prying eyes with gloves he claimed were necessary to continuously pull a bow’s string . it could have worked so well . then tarat had come along & had torn down every single one of his defenses , piece by piece . he had learned his name , had taken his words & cared for his thoughts . the inquisitor loved him for it . the prince hated him for it . especially now . when the horror’s were still burning painfully inside his mind , returned to him to him whenever he closed his eyes . cold seeping into his bones like the nightmare’s voice whispering of secrets khalid had always kept close to his chest . ( THEY WILL LAUGH AT YOU , YOU ARE NOT LIKE THEM , YOU NEVER WILL BE ! DOESN'T THAT MAKE YOU ANGRY ? DON'T YOU WANT THEM TO HURT LIKE YOU DID ? ) ❛❛ i am just tired , we lost good men today . . . let me sleep , if you will . ❜❜ don’t make me look you in the eyes any longer , i cannot bear it . haven’t you seen enough ? / @laveled
@laveled / UNPROMPTED TIDBITS / always accepting ! ↺ hey so where's my starter then hm
since you asked so nicely , not only will i write you one , but i will make it hurt
@laveled : the news get worse every day.
“ does such a heavy burden weigh down on your shoulders, my friend ? ” the smile always worn on laslow’s face briefly falls, concern on full display, before his expression is righted. ( this smile does not reach his eyes. none of them do. ) “ should you need it, i have some tea and an open ear- that might ease your worries for a little while. ”
SHEL.
