#magusanima

↬ what character do you think i could write?

@magusanima / send me a character to rp. accepting.

I love g’raha tia so much, especially as the crystal exarch. he’s mysterious and the absolute Worst liar when you immediately call out his identity after meeting.

Zevran's golden eyes twitched ever so slightly, the minutest flicker taking them to Behni's hands, and in less than a second, back to his eyes again as if they'd never left. His gaze was steady and solid, almost uncharacteristically so, as if he knew exactly what was going on in the mage's head in that moment.

A ridiculous notion of course, Zevran wasn't a mind reader. Even so, the rogue did have a knack for knowing things he shouldn't. Or at least seeming like he did, anyway.

"I do not doubt your... energy and vigor, Warden," he offered, arching a brow, "I am only advocating an exercise in caution. Battle is not only a test of might, but of restraint as well, is it not?" Zevran glanced down as he set about getting the blades in his hands into their places on his belt, and perhaps giving Behni a chance to collect himself before he answered.

Zevran didn't know what exactly had Behni in such a... tizzy. Something to do with their time at the Circle undoubtedly, in consideration of the timing. But Behni had offered no insights to what he truly thought of that whole... debacle, and Zevran knew better, in this instance at least, than to push. The Warden would open up if and when he wanted to.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ WARDEN + COMPANION QUESTIONS. accepting. 

WEEPS. YOU KNOW I LOVE THIS QUESTION. 

alistair's opinion on loghain stays the same throughout. cailan's does not.

loghain and celia mac tir were, for all intents and purposes, a second set of parents to cailan. but he was especially close with loghain, and because of that, this man is flip flopping, whiplashing between a dreaded pit of betrayal in his stomach so intense he hardly eats (as long as his tainted appetite will let him, at least) to sobering understanding and back again. 

cailan cycles like the day and night, and his disposition towards loghain is likely to be something difficult to keep up with. i would wager that alistair and cailan butt heads prior to the landsmeet because of this — alistair, unable to understand why cailan does not harbor any real anger or need for retribution, and cailan, unable to understand how alistair does not see how agonizing this is for him. a villain to one, family to the other. and it is such an odd feeling, an argument between the two of them as brothers, because they never really got this far before, did they? sad that the topic of loghain's character is the catalyst that spurs it on in the first place. 

Yes. I was worried. Yes.

Driver is at the front of his apartment door. The light by 682 had gone out several days prior, its bulb flick-flick-flickering like a zippo lighter, like an old car whose engine has finally croaked, and their landlord has yet to send down maintenance. It affords Ben's neighbor with a phantomish sort of quality, uncanny as he stands there in peek-a-boo flashes. You see me. Then you don't. But I'm always here waiting. He looks down. It's midnight now. Dark. And you came late.

He isn't just a librarian, and he isn't just a mechanic.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 than any one man should ever be expected to bear. Ruby had suggested it was nothing less than a great honor that he allow her to join the Inquisition, rather than a desperate ploy for safety from those who would call for her head. Skyhold was proving to be a suitable headquarters after the ravaging of Haven, though the organization of its scholars left much to be desired.

"I'm working on a system, sir," she explained, guiding Behni down a row that did not have too many books stacked on the floor. The shelves were half-bare, their contents set aside to be catalogued and organized as soon as she had the time. "Books were placed randomly until just recently, and it is a useful endeavor on either side of penning and managing correspondence."

lanaya's freckled cheek is pressed against behni's shoulder. the way he said it made it come off like a joke, but it sounded sad and lonely -- and incredibly familiar. " sounds an awful lot like being the inquisitor. " it wasn't the same, there were many things she couldn't understand about the intricacies of being not only a grey warden, but the grey warden. she wondered if behni was a distant reflection of herself and what being a world-saving hero turns you into.

it might have been her inherent naivity to see things better than how they were, or foolishness, but she was determined to not let the world take too much and not let them not notice her.

" do you ever get tired of it all? "

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ unprompted character questions — always accepting!

for alistair, he lean into the classics: (my) love, darling, etc. rosie gets the extra special "lovie" because that's his kid. 🗣️ however across the board, even if he is in a relationship and he doesn't really engage in terms of endearments, he uses affectionate language and he tends to lay it on thick. alistair is, in general, very affectionate both verbally and physically.