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          “You’re a damned good liar.”

On the subject of liars he is an expert, even if he himself is hardly one of the best. It is a fleece he has shorn from his flesh, discarded and buried such that no more stories of false grandeur could be spun from its wool. He is naked without it, burdened by a name that sears his bare skin at each utterance. 

          “You said you’d remember this. How we ‘fought against the tide.’ You’d           destroy everything we fought for, kill everyone who ever showed you           kindness or companionship, to undo the world you created? And you’d           not even feel guilt about any of it?”

He is angry because you once found sameness in him. You said you were a soldier, once, understood a solder’s burdens. And you shamed him for the crimes his hands had sewn, for the children whose blood still stains his face. But you are not the same. You will never be the same.

 me: sees a picture of solas sobbing laughs and...

rude

sneaks into here….love me….????

    ❝ you LIED to me --------- ❞

   the anchor leaves  her in immense pain ( courtesy of a continuous, relentless surge that starts in her palm and shoots up her arm ), but she does not waver; she does not kneel to it. a fury burns within her now, one that is unlike any she’s felt before. how many years had it been since her fellow apostate’s disappearance? how long had she and her spymaster tirelessly coordinated to find him ----- or, if not that, a trace of him, a whisper, an inkling? 

    --------- how much had she learned of him since then? 

    she grips the wrist of her anchored hand tightly, knuckles likely white beneath her glove; it’s an obvious indicator of the discomfort provided by the mark, an attempt to, perhaps, ease some of the pain. but none of that matters now. 

    a thousand questions run rampant in her mind. she would have them all answered.

LAUGHING INTENSIFIES i am so sorry

tHIS IS BULLSHIT UR NOT SORRY

hoboblaidd replied to your post

kill me

ok come closer

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dragon age support group where it at

For days she had slept. Restless, like the tumult of the sea.  Images, obscure and frightening flitted through dreams, turning all that was calm to nightmares. Finally, after what had seemed like an age, Aeris woke to the world GASPING and confused. 

                    --------- But safe. She had saved them, at least momentarily.

There were questions soon after, plans set into motion, an  Inquisition in the works, but the immediate terror had been  quelled. She was of USE to those who mattered, and a  LEGEND IN THE MAKING to those that fell  short of such a mark. It did not take her long to tire of  being reminded of both. 

She walks the grounds now, fragile lungs burning from the  chill mountain air, arms wrapped tight around herself to fend  off the cold. Haven is quiet, afternoon descending into night,  flakes of snow drifting from the moody sky above. It’s almost PEACEFUL if she doesn’t think about the Breach directly over her head. The hole that waits to swallow them all up. 

She’s considering going inside to warm her numbed limbs when she spots a languid figure in the distance, back to  her as he stares up at the sky, as he has been for some time.  Aeris finds herself approaching carefully, almost AFRAID  to interrupt someone so obviously deep in thought.

                       ❝ ----------- I wanted to THANK you...again..for watching over me.                                                                  If you hadn’t, I might have...  ❞