“You’re always on about this cryptic witch business, aren’t you?”

     evee would be lying if she said that her own spymaster didn’t scare her at least a little bit. she was a soft spoken woman and she was never NOT kind to her, but it was always OFF-PUTTING how easy it was for her to punish their enemies and make decisions that can take a person’s life. As a result, evee never really speaks with much authority or volume when speaking to her.

     ‘ do you ever hesitate when you make a tough decision? you always seem so... confident in your choices. ‘

    —So much the SHAPESHIFTER without any manipulation of magic, Zekyr conformed to the conduct of his Inquisitor, and such was the reason a responding smile pressed a faint dimple in his cheek. He shook his head at the inquiry--passing or otherwise--while some manner of shrug rolled his shoulders. “The Iron Bull? Who do you take me for, Teren?” By the Maker, of course he had long before now caught the FIDGETING discomfort in their Herald at any title thick with responsibility upon his shoulders; the Orlesian elf had all but pinned that note at the forefront of his mind and used it.

    Familiar, friendly, CASUAL terms, then. He treated him as no less than a close FRIEND.

    “As far as I can tell, our dear ‘Bull’ frequents the Herald’s Rest, does he not? I seek finer beverages—those which you hide away in the CELLAR, unless I’m”—temporarily, Zekyr glanced down to smooth out the front of his coat—“mistaken?” He looked back at Teren and QUIRKED one fiendish brow. “Should you ever feel the urge to share... I do hope you’ll consider extending an INVITATION, but—dragons, yes. I’ve digressed.”

PINTEREST QUOTES // Still Accepting

QUEER EYE PROMPTS // Still Accepting

         ‘   hey ,  ever  just  say  FUCK  IT ?  maybe  i’ll  drink  this  all  away  in  buckets .   ’

       ‘ are you one of leliana’s men? she doesn’t often introduce me to her scouts, saying it would be WISE for me not to get acquainted with any of you. ‘