#smyter

        he didn’t want to avoid it any longer, no matter how scared he was. wolfram needed to know the truth------he deserved to,  &  he deserved to hear it from vic instead of finding out on his own somehow. even if he would HATE him for it, even if it would hurt him  &  he’d leave,  &  vic would end up alone again like he so deeply feared. it wasn’t right to keep such monumental secrets from one he cared for so deeply. 

       so despite the way he sunk further into his seat, he scooted just a hair closer to lean against wolfram, shaky  &  still unable to look up at his face. ❝ hey, wolfram ...  ❞ voice came quieter than he realized, SMALL as he felt  &  nervous------fearful, even. ❝ i---i need to talk to you about ... somethin’ i’ve been keepin’ from you. about me. ❞

       the inquisition remained in the hinterlands for several days now, and it first their occupation made many of the locals nervous and wary. mother giselle had suggested they travel to val royeaux as soon as possible but evee found it impossible to leave redcliffe when so much death and injustice could be found festering in the area. the number of rifts were greatly reduced and the amount of rouge mage and templar activity had been controlled to make it much more safer for travel. the usually NIMBLE teenager’s muscles began to ache from the constant running and scaling of mountains. 

       luckily, their last task before returning to haven ( then eventually val royeaux ) was to bring in a new batch of goats meat. blood still covered her armor as the teen returned to the crossroads and came across a familiar face. a face that belonged to a man that wasn’t exactly too welcoming of her arrival the first time.

       ‘ nice and peaceful since the last time i was here, no? ‘ she responded, a hint of passive aggressiveness she was not known for.

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victor è morto. thats it. that’s the meme.

         oh, victor conley was a dumb, stupid fool, but it hardly mattered, anymore. he wouldn’t regret this. 

       wolfram got hurt far too much for his liking. it had gotten to point where he feared for him, feared for his death. he didn’t want to lose someone else, not him. it made him fight more, made him think differently in battle. it showed, this day, when a blow was headed right for the other man,  &  in a panic ; vic pushed him out of the way. that sword had to go somewhere,  &  it did⏤straight into vic’s chest, instead. he understood the moment he tasted the rusty crimson in his mouth. there weren’t healers, they were too far from skyhold. this could only end one way.        he dropped,  &  things got very blurry. but one way or another, they became safe again. perhaps he’d been dragged from the danger, or wolfram had killed every enemy within sight, he didn’t remember. hands pressed against his wounds, blood spilling from old, torn leathers. it was getting all over the grass. what a mess. once his mind began to register just what was going on as opposed to the mess he was making, vic felt oddly like he was choking, craning his neck to spit up blood, realizing he’d been struggling to hyperventilate the whole time. he looked down at his own wound,  &  flinched with his fear ⏤ don’t do that. it’ll make it worse. just look at wolfram.       another realization dawned on him when he did just that ⏤ he didn’t regret this, but he was terrified. he had no solid beliefs, no spiritual guarantee that death wasn’t just some lonely void of nothing in the end. besides all that, life was starting to be good again, he was starting to be good again,  &  was enjoying it. he didn’t want to be done,  &  , he noticed, he didn’t want to leave wolfram behind. that man had been through enough, he thought. all of his thoughts  &  worry for the one trying to help him put a pit in his stomach,  &  he began to shake more than he already had been, reaching out to desperately grab onto wolfram. 

        ❝i’m scared … ❞ he choked on the subconscious words as they lept out without permission, unable to get anything else out in his panic. feebly, he pulled himself upwards closer to wolfram, trying to wrap hopeless arms around him, face hiding in the crook of his neck. let me stay here. please hold me, please, sing to me, i remember it. he wanted to say so much, but he couldn’t figure out how. ❝i’m scared,❞trembling fingers dug to cling to the other man, ❝it hurts, i’m scared, wolfram⏤ ❞

please say character questions

Affection, overall. JUST BECAUSE affection can also be platonic, and he craves that mineral. He also craves romance a great big god damn lot, someone pls love on this boy, but any and all forms of affection are god tier. Which slides into the second part of the question, bc affection is the quickest way to his heart. That makes the question a bit weird, bc it can be a direct connection, in some cases. Like, he’ll take affection over a romantic act any day. A hug or a smooch will always beat some romantic act like getting dinner or romantic walks on the beach, or whatever.But tbh, quickest way to his heart is to be nice to him, like, once.Smh. But this also goes for romantic and platonic relationships! He gets crushes very easily, but bein kind to him as a friend can get you in his heart just as quickly.

let him rest

        when vic felt the weight of wolfram leaning asleep on his shoulder, he wondered at first if he should be offended⏤⏤he’d been talking ! then again, he was usually talking, wolfram was usually working,  &  it was late. some usually-refused rest was well deserved. i sleep when i must. surely. he could hardly be offended by wolfram, anyways ; this was far too soft  &  peaceful to feel any way besides … comfortable.

         that was the word. slowly, so not to disturb him, vic took any papers  &  things wolfram had been holding, setting them carefully to the side where they’d be safe  &  out of the way. he had no blanket nearby, so he removed his opposite arm from his coat, pulling it around to wrap over wolfram’s shoulders. it wasn’t much, hardly a blanket, but it would do.finally, he shuffled a bit  &  pulled at wolfram, gingerly moving him so his head could lay over his lap instead of upright against his shoulder.

taking notes are we SDKJFGHJFKD

💘 what are the ways my muse says ‘i love you’ without actually saying it?: always staying near, making a cup of tea for the other every time he makes one for himself, remembering things the other likes; such as how they like to be hugged, their favorite foods, jokes they like, jokes they don’t like, and where to kiss, protecting even those who don’t need it, entrusting the other with secrets that he’d kept locked away, not keeping any Future secrets from them, and talking about a future with them together, as if he’s already seen it clear as day.

a meme

                        ❝don’t—–don’t go that far from me … please.❞

         a rogue / mage amalgamation  &  a knight captain had no business being anywhere near each other in the face of battle ; they each had their own things to do, separate tasks pertaining to their skills to focus on. but wolfram made vic feel safe, protected——the thought of them not being able to find one another SCARED him, for both their sake’s.

         the last time vic had turned from wolfram during a fight, he’d turned back seconds later to find him struck with an arrow, toppling over a bridge,  &  disappearing ; assumed dead. he wasn’t keen on that happening ever again. a source for new nightmares, it was.

         but this was a FOOLISH request, unrealistic, biased  &  fear-driven. if he could have had things his way ; they wouldn’t have been fighting at all. no, they’d have been back home, in bed, safe  &  warm, together. yet, there they were. hands that were cupping wolfram’s face trailed slowly down,  idly touching his jaw  &  neck for a moment, before gripping onto his shirt collar  &  armor. ❝sorry … i know you’ve got more important—–i mean …❞ his head shook as words stumbled,  &  he left out a deep sigh.