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μ::|| meme: QUOTES TO A LOVER, PART TWO | accepting [ Ξ ]

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There is something about that answer that just tugs her lips into the biggest smirk. Comfort could be found in other places, in a good drink, a warm bed, or in a poem. Passion set her heart on fire and let her feel like she was truly living for something, something teetering on a dangerous precipice of becoming something more. But for now, for now, she was happy with this passion that the Seeker demanded of her. Whether it was the passion of her sword cutting through the throes of enemies, or a shared passion in the Seeker's bed.

⧼ ☾✦ ⸻ it never came easy to talk to cassandra, although, hedona would never admit it. she was always by her side when the moments of titles and great trauma fell upon them. still, she felt a sudden awkwardness surrounding her over their clashing opinions. she knew it was best to hide those emotions deep down and try to be civil. ⸻ for the Inquisition at least ( a job she clearly did not want and will still clearly states she doesn't want it )

she found herself standing by the side of @pentaghest, carrying a warm smile on such cold features she was granted since birth. ❝ i never truly got the chance to get to know you personally as of yet, i mean. ❞ she confessed, that fell solely on hedona, she was selfish, self-centred and truly was more about her own way of life than others ... but, sometimes she had to be softer, nicer and allow others to speak to her when needed.

❝ so are you gonna tell me about that pretty little scar of yours ? ❞

@pentaghest | smooches.

"Now, Seeker, to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

A grin splits the Warden's scarred face, from ear to ear; coming to Skyhold seemed like the right choice for the Inquisitor, though it was the Right Hand of the Divine who garnered Alice's attention these past few weeks, a leader in her own right and certainly one who holds her own in the sparring ring.

The way the other woman has sat herself down at this corner of the inn suggests one of two things - exhaustion (which is likely), or frustration (which is also a possibility). Even before Cassandra can respond, Shepard gives a wave to the innkeeper to bring two steins of ale this time around. Her own resurgence from beyond the grave, hearing the calling has brought a confidence unmatched, and so, as a greeting - and perhaps, as influenced by the nearly empty ale in her other hand - she reaches for Cassandra's hand, lifting it by the heft of her calloused palm to press a kiss against her knuckles, gentle as the flittering of a butterfly, but lingering close with such an earnest look from bright, brilliant blue eyes.

of mermaids, masquerades and magic.

If Cassandra weren’t standing near Florence, then she wouldn’t have heard the cackle. Skyhold’s main hall is a bustling hive; admirers and skeptics have gathered, and the mage’s glee would drown in the chatter.

“ Goodness, I wasn’t expecting the comment to come from you ! ” And it’s a pleasant, entertaining surprise. Before continuing, Florence leans closer and lowers her voice. “ I’ll give them this: it is bold to pair those colors, but the outfit’s design is. . . horrid. ”

Florence speaks as if she’s the finest tailor in Thedas. The truth is that she’s nothing more than a cornered animal, but she does have an eye for colored thread.

" yes, unfortunately. and it always tries to find ways to ruin the future. " this conversation feels very philosophical and she nods along in agreement. the past is fixed, but it can certainly change the present and the future. " sometimes it feels like i'm constantly running from it. but it's always right on my heels. "

@pentaghest / send a number!

         A LIFETIME AWAY, interrogation. The storyteller and the Seeker. In search of answers. Truth, maybe, all of it muddied in the aftermath, Kirkwall ever a husk. The city fragmented by forces outside of its control, its people be damned. Questions and accusations like trails that lead to the other. Where are they now? What did they do? How could they have done this? The mystery is that there is no mystery at all.

         Here and now, the Anderfels. Dust like you would never believe. In the night, in the dark. Like a spectral horseman, half-real, half-alive, only barely. Galloping on halfheartedly like in the aftermath of it all there is no salvation and there is no hope and only a barely-tethered will to live. How many Sisters? How many templars? How many people seeking guidance, or prayer? How many mothers and how many children? How many more engulfed in fire and flame, and how many more confined to judgment and war and slavery? And what is the difference.

         He would do it again. Willingly take in this spirit and corrupt him. Who did the corrupting--whose voice speaks now? Blue light eroding his skin. Cracks in the earth, molten core, the ground opening up against the will of its natural host. He is slumped over. The horse takes him where he cannot, dry aridity, nearly inhospitable. Or Justice does. Barely lucid, barely alive--the flesh goes on.

@pentaghest asked ❝ you mumble in your sleep. ❞ ( any of ur da muses ! )

the seeker NEVER stopped to surprise varric, whether it was her stubbornness, raw (and terrifying) strength or her passion for romantic novels. sunkissed hair swayed as head moved from side to side, shaking in disbelief as a grin appeared on lips (as it usually did in moments like THESE). " i'm flattered, really, but i won't reveal the plot for the next book in swords and shields. not sure there even will be a next book. you know, depending on how the sale and such goes. " a lighthearted and warm chuckle sounded in the air. " i would think that you're OBSESSED with me if it weren't for those two times you tried to kill me. "

I can see through you, we are the same—it's perfectly strange, you run in my veins.

Independent, selective and private Leliana (@divinesleft) and Cassandra Pentaghast (@pentaghest) from the Dragon Age series. 18+ only, coined by Georgia and Mei.