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"marry me," sam breathed before he KNEW the words left his mouth. cheeks bloomed RED as he ducked his head, fiddling with the SHIELD. what a fucking idiot, sam, he thought to himself.
"what, uh, i meant to say was, that was IMPRESSIVE." @midweast (diana)
@midweast sent: “ i like having you here at night. ” / from lorena ☺️
" hmmm, but you don't like me here during the day? " eyes glint mischievously. she's lucky the other has a good sense of HUMOR. not all of her partners have appreciated her tendency to be a smart ass comedic output. she shifts her position in bed, stretching an arm overhead before pulling her limbs back in under the blankets. she scoots closer to lorena and she nuzzles gently against the back of the other's ear. " i like being here. " timbre is low with a hint of raspiness. upon waking, lexa's voice tends to sit around her vocal fry until it's had a chance to warm up. she uses this to her advantage as best she can. " you can have me anytime. " there's a little rumble in her chest from laughing at her own line.
@midweast answers the first toll.
the music pounded ; a gut rattling thrum that reached even where she sat, cradling the limp weight of her latest leniency. his pulse barely stirred against her fingers. a nobody, the kind no one would miss on a night like this, drowned in sweat & sequins. the tree behind them still held the phantom of their earlier embrace.
there was no need to turn & confirm the new presence. she felt it, despite the lightness of their steps. “ was the dance floor not enough for you ? ” she asked, voice dense with the last traces of him, jaw sliding back into place with a languid click.
with @midweast / to hypatia — are you going to tell me what really happened?
haven was cold, but skyhold seems colder. they're higher up in the sky now, surrounded by snowcapped mountains and blown against by higher-in-the-atmosphere breezes. each step adds the chill, and each brush with cold temperatures just makes hypatia burrow tighter in her coat and wait even longer to reply, wanting to delay the chilly inevitable. diana, it seems, wants to learn everything about what happened at haven. she's eager to hear more about hypatia's run-in with this corypheus — both out of necessity and out of concern for the herald herself. and that's comforting, of course... to be cared for. to be asked about. are you going to tell me what really happened? diana prompts gently, and hypatia, curled up at the edge of her new bed, sighs and finally, finally speaks.
"it's hard to explain." filler words to delay them even further. when she blinks up at diana, their eyes locking, a warm ache squeezes in her chest. care. adoration. respect. hypatia continues. "he said the mark wasn't given to me by andraste. it was a mistake. he wanted it... off my hand — wanted to take it from me, maybe rip it off my body or something, i don't know. but he couldn't remove it. it's been with me for too long, and i... i was an accident." still looking at diana, hypatia stands from the bed, still hugged in her coat, and passes her friend to head for the balcony in her room. "he threw me against the catapult, and i had... just a brief second of time to make a decision. i buried haven, but i think... that decision saved most everyone's life. from him. including my own." she sees diana standing beside her now. hypatia leans against her. "it was terrifying. i... thought of you..."

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“ so― ” hands clasped behind her back, rocking back & forth on the tips of her toes. “ how far can you go with that magic of yours, zee ? ” an innocent question that hid desperation behind the width of her baby blues. “ i mean, can y’do [ … ] big stuff ? like, i don’t know, pulling a soul out of thin air & puttin’ it back in a body ? asking for a friend. ― okay, maybe just for me. ” she paused to chew on her lower lip, tilting her head as though merely asking was the most shameful thing she could do. “ i mean, sure, i’m rockin’ this whole soulless - chic thing like no other, but it’s beginning to feel a lil empty. i could really use a little spirit back in my life, know what i mean ? ”
there's too much pain in this world. i don't intend to add to it. / from cora
though the fact may only have existed in eliza's mind, cora had always been the better of the two of them. better in every sense of the word - in standing, in education, in allure - and, though it sounds resentful (and holds no honest connotation of the sort), eliza felt entirely unworthy of the other woman's love for far too long. perhaps that's why she now clings so tightly to her - two girls born from circumstance and environment, claws-deep in the bounty of earned freedom from a predisposed future. in truth, they were really never that different - in truth, it never made eliza love cora any less. nothing could make eliza love cora any less - the moment they met, they were bound to one another as family.
some would catch the spoken ideology as naivety. some would neglect cora's opinion in favor of her privilege, in spite of all that she has been put up against - eliza knows better. she thinks that if she were to reach out and place her palm over cora's heart, their pulses would fall in identical syncopation. they are the same. empathy in their hearts, call to action in their hands - the balance of both remaining watery and uneven in the midst of it all.
she's only just returned into her only friend's life, risen from the dead - eliza doesn't intend to push too hard just yet. "i know, angel," she soothes, extending a sun-worn hand to hold the other woman's soft digits in her own, "i know."
but - ... but, but, but! she can't stand to see cora wasting her own life with the learned behavior of never disrupting others; cora’s own pain weighs the same as those around her. when eliza speaks up after another beat, her tone is quieter - gentler, "that doesn't mean that you haf'ta suffer because of it,” she strokes the blonde’s hand with her thumb, leaning closer to add, “you matter just as much as everybody else.” more - she matters so much more.
* MEME, still accepting / @midweast 🤍
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