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He sits, drinks, and loafs until he’s needed. Well of course he kept up with his and the Charger’s training regimens, but other than that he waited until the Inquisitor needed something or someone caputred or killed.

(the attention to his stature was nothing new)

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Oh man where do I even start? Revas is a phenomenally written, multifaceted character whom I love and adore. She has relatable flaws and believable strengths, and overall just feels like a real person. All of her verses are meticulously well thought out and detailed. She’s honestly a joy to read about, I could spend hours just reading headcanons and history because she’s so interesting and so immersed in the lore. She’s just. Wow, man.How they play them: Flawlessly!!! Your portrayal/writing is engaging and interesting, and I can easily paint a picture of the scene in my head. Plus like I said, Revas feels, which is gratifying to get to read and write with.The Mun: Sweetheart award, tbh. 

Do I:

RP with them:  Yes!Want to RP with them:  ALWAYS!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Both mun and character are stellar. It’s honestly been my privileged to write with and be friends with them. So like. Go RP with them right now.

          ❝Now, I know what you’re thinking.❞ Séaghdha spoke over his shoulder at her, leading the way with energy in his steps. ❝’Séaghdha, why are we wandering in the middle of the Emerald Graves? Alone? Without telling anyone where we went?’❞

Séaghdha frowned deeply, moving further into the room now that they had some privacy, and toyed with the idea of asking Josephine to help him pick out something nice for Revas. Not that he knew much about what a nice alcohol possible to acquire in large quantities without going bankrupt would be. Seeing as two tankards could put him under the table, he didn’t know much about what nice alcohol was at all. He wasn’t sure of his new adviser's personal preferences in taste, either. By the time he was sitting down across from her, he’d abandoned the idea.

Séaghdha found himself concerned (as he often had been, since her appointment to the new position) that it was not something she truly wanted to do – or rather, something she had only agreed to because he had pushed her, unintentionally or not. Not that he believed she couldn’t say no, considering her personal strength and depth of wisdom. But, he had pushed it. It was enough to make him feel guilty at times like this.

Thankfully, he knew better than to ask about it. The last thing he wanted to do was sound like he was second guessing her.

Besides, something else she mentioned pressed his brow into a further knot: they’d both known people would talk, but if her sigh was any indication, they were talking much more than anticipated. That she had her head in her hands over it stoked a fire in his chest. Séaghdha Lavellan actually looked angry.

❝They need to stop whispering,❞ he said with an uncharacteristic grumble, ❝And start believing. There must be something I can do to stop it. Or, at least, lessen it.❞

Now he signed, tucking his hair behind his left ear. ❝I hate to see you like this, ma’falon. I’ll figure something out. I will.❞ Séaghdha made a silent, mental promise. ❝In the meantime… I mean, can I get you something? Anything?