#ourdawncomes

Feyn looked up from his mending, first to Bruno, then to the agent he'd gestured to. They'd met briefly--polite, aloof, like most of the folk here when unfamiliar with each other. Bruno was a bit of an outlier, but not one that he minded.

Rubbing at his jaw thoughtfully, he hummed. "With that hairstyle?" He tutted, shaking his head. "Three thousand, minimum. So last millennium."

"Sooo... she mentioned that she got sentenced to go into the Deep Roads alone to fight the darkspawn," Alistair says slowly, his head tilting at the dwarf at the fire next to him, seemingly having settled in with them for the night. "Do the dwarves not... worry about doing things like that? I mean, with the darkspawn. The Taint. What do you all do if--"

" 𝒯hat is fine, Cole. "

Chin resting in her palm, Nanna watched the strange boy roll a thousand feelings behind his eyes. It wasn’t of much consequence; Nanna had started to find the flow of things when they spoke, and the turns his attentions took when something pricked his nature. Best to let him follow where it leads him, she found.

It brought to mind another spirit she had known once in Amaranthine. Near as kind, and just as eager to help.

one-line starter for @ourdawncomes​ !

MUNDAY MEME 

@ourdawncomes asked ;  ⚪ white - what drew you so much to your muse?

me: *is a big ol’ flamboyant queer*  dori: *is a big ol’ flamboyant queer”  isn’t it obvious? xD

nah, jokes aside, although I think that was part of it, I also find dori a very interesting character. there’s layer’s to him, and it’s fun to work through and figure them out as I’m writing him ?? he’s not perfect, but he tries. 

@ourdawncomes​ | Short form starters | Accepting

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine. || @ourdawncomes​

“That’s a very pretty shirt, Hawke.” Shepard smoothed the cotton over herself with a warm grin, “It’s a little simple for Hightown though, isn’t it?” Came the other’s wonder and Merrill was as observant and as right as ever. It was rather plain, extremely so in fact.

“That’s why my mother had it embroidered,” she told the other, wandering over and dropping beside Merrill on the bed where she was sitting, bouncing her slightly as she held the sleeve out towards her. “The shirt was my father’s...” she explained with a tender expression. “Between Carver and I both being as tall as we are, when he died it would’ve been a waste to throw them out and well they’re really all we had left of him.” She added, giving Merrill a warm look. The detail work was fine and well done, and the few shirts she’d saved from Lothering served as a salve for Shepard, but she knew it was just a painful memory to Leandra.

(shepard wondered how much of their father leandra saw in them and how she carried that grief.)

“Well, they suit you, and they’re a pretty color too.” she could see an edge of pity in Merrill’s eyes, but the other mage’s gentle gaze warmed Shepard’s chest from the dull ache and kept her mind from wander too far into the past.

For Every 🧠 I Receive I Will Reveal One Fact About My Muse

Fenumin has been bitten by more snakes than he cares to admit, for all people seem to think he’s something of a snakecharmer (or rather, perhaps, that the snakes have simply accepted him as one of their own). He takes care to ensure he never scars from the bites: at this point he’s more concerned with scarring than dying, as he doses himself with so many antidotes and antivenoms on a regular basis just as a standard precaution.

Like most of Dirthamen’s agents, Fenumin’s memory is startlingly acute: he can recite most of his recipes from memory, recalls nearly every purchase made at any given one of his “shopkeeper” undercover positions, and never needs instructions written down; he will always remember them after they are first recited.