#oakthcrn

headcanon questions | accepting

what doesn't ?

the sweet sound of his children's laughter. a poorly timed jest at an otherwise dull gathering. the taste of a fine lannisport vintage. the first bite of a honey-glazed berry tart. the sight of a comely maiden looking his way. the unmistakable glee of his dragon whenever they reunite. a misfortune that befalls someone else. a much needed praise from the lips of someone he holds in high regard. music & merriment. sunlight & decadence.

❝ probably because it is a trap. ❞ one of fjerdan design, she would suspect; the grunt work of soldiers bathed in the waters of anti-grisha indoctrination, all rough around the edges and rather noticeable to those who are too used to being thought of as prey. zoya, however, is no caged bird. many have tried, and found themselves behind bars of their own making. she may be no fabrikator, but hers are grisha-forged.

zoya's eyes assess the situation, cataloguing what she can see, picturing a battalion coming through here. right now, however, she does not have a battalion; she has one grisha, and herself. and while she may be powerful, even zoya has her limits. ❝ we don't have the numbers to entirely reverse the ambush. but if we're smart — which we are — i think we can avoid it. ❞

" hmmm? " the princess sat upright in her chair, giving bright smile in return upon seeing who it was. " i am not busy whatsoever, merely resting my eyes. come, come, what questions? " despite tiredness clinging to her still, it mattered not when approached by her children.

gods, her eighteenth summer. it ought not be such a surprise and yet time was a thief, for surely it were only yesterday when young lark ran through the hallways and corridors of dragonstone as small child — pestering her husband to allow her to attend sword lessons just like valarr. playing with the boys in the gardens and such. yes, time was a thief, and yet how lovely the child had grown. " that is right, dearest. your uncle and i have talked about it before. " quite a bit, and as with all their children, there was a reluctance to simply make the most favourable arrangement and be done with it. it felt too cruel to do so when their own marriage was a love match.

Now that she looks at him, he can see that her visage holds no fear. "I am pleased to hear it, my lady." While robbery is, of course, no pleasant experience, it's purpose in mind isn't to terrorise- unless someone well known to be tryannical and cruel crosses his path.

Zevran had heard about the veilguard and Lark who was leading them through word by one of his good friends, Leliana, who had been a part of the Inquisition. He had decided to offer up his services once more as he had with the fifth blight. After all, his Warden would have done the same. It was crazy to realize this was happening all over again.

However, after deciding to meet up with this Lark in a public tavern in Minrathous, it wasn't to say that the former crow hadn't done his homework on everyone, knowing that the person he would be going to meet was in fact part of the organization of people he had left so long ago and probably haunted with his reputation alone. Oh, the stories of what happened to House Aranai were entertaining to hear, and all his doing.

Just some highlights from a game on discord with the fam