#quietanthem

“I mean. You’re dressed like a cop, for one.” Loaded questions like these makes her think of college parties with friends that suddenly go down a dark path after one too many drinks. Questions asked in the dark as Nate’s weight shifts in the mattress, still clouded with memories of past tours. Her neighbor as they sit in the backyard on a cool autumn day; hinting of the knowledge of secrets buried by a government unfeeling to its people in the days leading up to the Great War. 

Do you think I’m a bad person?

@quietanthem​​ said : ( GIFT ) / to maxima from evie, something stunning and iconic. And very expensive. Like a nice dress or smth. // SEDUCTION ( accepting! )

   “My, my.” her eyes fall one the large package in front of her. The tea cup quickly forgotten and left over the small coffee table between them. Maxima’s legs shift, uncrossing as to allow her to bend down and pull the box closer to her. The red nails brush against the satin bow, green eyes lifting to the Inquisitor with a grin before pulling slowly at the fabric. The Magister’s head leans slowly to her side and with it, the long waves of brown are brushed off her shoulder. 

The satin is left once the box is released from its hold, as she opens it so does the smile on full red lips “It seems that I now know who was asking for my measurements from my tailor.“

White, that was a good sign though not fully surprising given the Inquisitor’s choice of colours being so close to her own. She was almost sure that this had not much to do with Lady Josephine, that it had been Evelyn’s idea fully. She had been gifted dresses in the past, a past so far that it was like a past life; then, the dresses were offered always with something in mind, this was of course no different. Maxima wondered what that was. Her hands touch over the fabric carefully, seeing the different fabric in the pleats of a rich, dark teal. A hard and expensive colour to get on fabric. 

Maxima looks up at Evelyn behind a heavy set of lashes; grin growing before her eyes return once again to the dress.

@quietanthem​ said : “in most cases, people, even wicked people, are far more naive and simple-hearted than one generally assumes. and so are we.” / Evelyn @ maxima // from THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV ( accepting )

In a perfect world perhaps one could afford to give people such as those the benefit of the doubt. Maxima wonders if it is Evelyn’s background as a Chantry sister that is clouding her judgement; green eyes lift towards the large tower where sister Leliana could surely look down if she so desired. She hoped that the woman was more than just a spy master and that would quickly dispel these beliefs, or at the very least have Evelyn become more protected against those that would very certainly find glee in digging their claws into them.

Maxima found that she could not afford, never could. If adults could not do the same for a young child that had once tried to find her place in the world and yet found only judgement and harshness... there was no flexibility that she could afford them. Even now, if Maxima could share the way that her half siblings act around her, whispering and at times saying it to her face how much they think that she deserves to be where she is now... Well. Maxima had worked harder than any of them combined. Her blood had done nothing but bring her pain and hurdles on her life. If it wasn’t for Faustus’ mistreatment of the woman that had birthed her, she would not be there true, but even then it was both of them that had gifted her with magic. And had lead her down the road that she now found herself in.

Perhaps she should be thankful, perhaps if she had been anyone else. Just another girl in such a huge world, perhaps she too would have been eaten whole. Still, it was hard to believe that someone as wicked as Faustus could be naive or simple-hearted. He was delusional, but that was neither here or there. He was a monster and a monster that had taken advantage of his position at any chance that he got. And Sahren? Perhaps she could be considered either or both. But should she be forgiven for leaving a girl to wander the streets alone, to remind her at any chance of how much she looked like her father and his curse?

Maxima clicks her tongue, putting the tea cup down “I think it’s quite a dangerous philosophy to follow, Inquisitor.”

Especially in a world such as they both found themselves in. The world’s leaders were looking to the Inquisition, waiting and seeing if she was to fail. To fumble to her feet, to see how they could manipulate her to fit their goals. And they would do anything. Any of them, all of them, regardless of simple heart, regardless of nativity. Even Maxima herself; as much as she could try, there had been a reason why she had extended her aid to the Inquisiton. It wasn’t because she wanted to heal the sky, though it was certainly a worthy cause.

The Inquisiton was an organisation with power and pull. One that was amassing an army in Orlais with Ferelden just outside their walls. It was important to make sure that organisations such as these were kept close.