#wardened

      ❝  He does look a bit scoundrel-ly, doesn’t he ? ❞  He answers, eyeing the man in question and earning a rather curt look in return. Her description fits, but it’s not exactly rare for this town, much less this part of it. ❝ The way he looks at us, you’d think we came here just to spite him personally.  ❞ An elbow props against the table, earning a creak from the wood as he rests his chin against an open palm.

                ❝ You think I’d make it worse by talking to him ? I mean, it could work. ❞

                    ❝  I  fear  that  if  you  do,  you could  very  much  end  up  in  a  BRAWL  with  him.  ❞        There’s  a  final  glance  given  to  the  man  [  bitter,  AGGRESSIVE,  is  the  one  given  to  her  in  return  ],  before  she  gives  a  subtle  flick  of  her  fingers   &   a  loud  CRACK  resounds  through  the  room  as  the  back  leg  of  his  chair  SNAPS  without  warning  to  send  him  back  headfirst.  The  silver  lady  glances  away,  back  towards  the  Warden  sitting  close  to  her,  pale  eyes  glittering  with  an  innocent  MIRTH.  

TWO WORD PROMPTS  / BLURRED VISION

  the ground is cold, wet, as her body makes harsh contact with the dirt, breath coming in ragged bursts, hands grasping at blades of grass with little strength. for the first time in many years she’s afraid. helpless. she’s not ready to leave. she doesn’t want to die like this—— with tears staining her cheeks,  alone.  

                     roskov…..talin.…..                                                  ….she wants to go home.

   cruel laughter rings loudly in her ears and she swears she can see light, even as her vision begins to fail her. a beautiful white stag watching her from a clearing in the trees. ethereal beneath the moonlight illuminating it’s magnificent horns. no doubt the imagination of a fading girl. a final attempt at finding peace. it speaks to her soul all the same, a soothing voice lingering amidst the chaos swiftly advancing in her direction, the sound of steel clashing against steel.  

                                         stand up, child. you are not done here.

  and she tries, oh how desperately she tries, but the pain burning through her torso, the blood weeping from her back into the earth, overcoming her with nausea, does not allow her to travel far.

                                              had it come to bring her home ?

  fresh tears well up in her eyes at the thought, blurring the world before everything goes silent. she doesn’t feel the hand at her neck searching for a pulse, nor the arms carefully hoisting her over a shoulder as she loses consciousness. blood loss her undoing.

         ❛❛ people  burdened  with  power  are  often  unkind.  i  am  glad  to  see  that  despite  your  destiny   ,   you’ve  not  let  it  get  to  your  head.  or  so  i  hope. ❜❜     bright  toothy  smile   ,   leaning  ‘gainst  bar  of  the  busy  tavern.  barmaid  too  busy  attending  to  other  customers  to  really  give  them  much  mind.     ❛❛ might  i  buy  you  a  drink   ?   ah   ,   when  it’s  less  busy... ❜❜

send me a symbol and i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of…

♀ - … My muse’s mother

     he missed her truthfully, whenever he looked over the mountains of where skyhold sat, he thought of home, he thought of HER- where the light touched the peeks of the mountains and kissed the top of the snow he thought of her energy, soft and sweet like honey suckle he thinks back to the comforting touch of her hair that he played with as a child, tresses the color of wheat rolling from her shoulders and down her back in waves- the amber of her eyes crinkling whenever she smiled- and she smiled a lot.  she smiled when she looked on her row of flowers- smiled when her eyes met his fathers, and positively beamed whenever she played with he or his siblings, laughing all the while she tussled against the grass with them.  he remembers best however, the look in her eyes as he was sent to become a templar- cullen too EXCITED to truly see the sadness the crept along her lips, the way her smile did not meet her gaze-

i can only dunk on this game so much.  /  accepting.

➸ your favourite da:o location.

i really like the circle!!  it’s one of the few places that’s a break from the suffocating Brownness of the rest of the game, and i really like adore it aesthetically.  aside from that.  i also like castle cousland a lot, and part of the deep roads.  also, any place where it’s nighttime.

❥ your favourite da2 companion.

oooooh this is unfair.  i….hm.  fenris, i guess?  my also merrill.  and anders.  and isabela.  and varric, i mean, obviously????  god.  fuck.  if i had to pick just one, probably varric.

◎ your favourite da:i sidequest.