#nighttimefriend

  ~   Fen’Harel raised his eyes from the papers on his desk as he heard someone enter his quarters. ~

@nighttimefriend​​    sent me a little flower.

FRIENDSHIP.   childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.   siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

@nighttimefriend  from here

“So,” the warrior mused, “yer Mum might yet be livin’. Fer all I know, mine could be as well. She left me t’ be raised by the Chantry, so young I don’t remember her at all. ‘Taint t’ say she done wrong by me. I wasn’t the first brat...or the last...to be dropped off at the Chantry because there was too many mouths t’ feed, er whatever.” 

“And ‘twasn’t bad, not in the beginnin’. I never had a problem with the lay folk, sisters or brothers. B’sides teachin’ me t’ read and write and do sums, and nursin’ me through coughs and fevers, ‘twas them who did all the cookin’ and cleanin’ and mendin’, and a lot of it there was, in a Chantry the size o’ Kirkwall’s. Those folk were as close to a mother as I ever knew, just as Knight Commander Guylian was the closest to a father.” 

“I know,” he said, waving a hand. “Heard it all. Guylian was dull as a rock. He was too old, too lyrium-addled, almost as senile as Divine Beatrix. And yeah, he did give in to Beatrix when he shouldn’t have. But ain’t that what a good Templar’s supposed t’ do? All through our training it gets hammered into us that Andraste speaks through the Divine. So if there’s a conflict, and the Divine asks somethin’ of ya, how can ya refuse? Because of course the Divine don’t play favorites...”  

He smiled a bit sheepishly. “But...I ain’t here t’ give y’ another lecture about the Chantry. They’re all set t’ topple on their own, with no help from me.  I’ve...been sent back. T’help ya deal with a certain...Wolf.”

          Had he stopped near a village for the night, he might have managed to rest properly before departing the following morning. The Hinterlands were supposed to be much safer than his previous destinations — and being disturbed in the middle of the night by demons had never been his cup of tea. It had been a long and tedious trip, two long months of scavenging; nonetheless, he fended for himself.

         Without much regard for his own weariness, as the brief battle came to an end, Dianor — without realising that he could have taken a moment to observe his surroundings — decided to take a step forward. Yet there was a cliff, a superficial one, yet enough to let his weary body fall from a short height and still make an impact.

         His head hurt, but the pain in his leg was atrocious. Somehow it managed to get itself stuck on a bear trap. Dianor still had his senses and perceived someone’s presence around. It could’ve been anyone, yet as long as he didn’t sense any darkspawn he would have requested help even from a Tevinter Slaver.

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

For Faolan 

Their first impression of your muse: She seems like.a good warrior, well-disciplined, and yet her behavior and personality felt like it could not belong to someone like her. He expected someone one...solemn or serious maybe.

Current impression: He hates to love her. She has a spark that he finds wildly attractive. Where he used to find her games mildly vexing, he now adores her antics.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  Yes. Absolutely. More than he often lets on.

Something they find frightening about your muse: There are dark secrets in her past, he may not know what they are but he knows. Arguably she could say the same of him and yet what he doesn’t know still frightens him a little.

Something they find adorable about your muse: Her laugh. 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Without question

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: Yes. He is secretly actually quite the romantic.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  Playful.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No, but he might shake her. 

    “What is the old Dalish curse? May the Dread Wolf take you? Well, have you ever wondered why they stay that?”