#wizardofshields

Jaskier paused, eyes fixing on the other man just long to be slightly uncomfortable. “Why? Why would you say something that horrifying?” His boots were boots, they weren’t supposed to grow anything!

The woman blinked at the question, gaze shifting to the asker. A small frown appeared. “---Love is not a thing I afford myself these days.” Perhaps... before things had gone so terribly wrong in Kirkwall. Perhaps.

Mairwen: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Filarick: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS OFF OF A HORSE!

" that's a loaded question, " and frankly, that should not have been her first reply to such a question, yet how strange had her life become that she..... was not certain whose blood she wore on her armour? though, there was certainly a sting in her side that indicated at least some of it was hers. " red templars, mercenaries, my own, carta members... i've had a productive day, unfortunately, and haven't had the time. why do you ask, anyways? "

A brow rose as the bard’s attention shifted to Filarick. “Are you doing that intentionally or just incredibly deaf to innuendo?”

“I’m not being mean. I could show you being mean.” This was followed by another poke-jab at the man’s side. It was... playful? Maybe? Pretty much playful, if also annoying. “What’s got you so vulnerable?”

📜 for Cullen

But she didn’t trust anyone so close to the Chantry in general. And Filarick had come to the Inquisition with her group. So she had to decide whether she could trust him or file him under ‘Chantry lot’. ❝What was it like?❞