.: He'd heard of the drake in the area. Cyrcen sought
out the amulet he was looking for to be more valuable
than encountering the creature -- one of which that caused
him more fear than anything else. There was nothing he
disliked more than a giant reptile soaring through the sky
to do nothing but wreak havoc and spit fire.
Head bowed -- he's still searching for the entrance to the
cave it is hidden within when a shadow is cast over him.
As soon as light from the sun is blocked he is scrambling
for cover. The necromancer sits in hiding, waiting for
whatever may soon reveal itself. :.
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Wei--
I'm much too short on coin to get you what I thought would truly suit you. I lost out on a magnificent staff in Val Royauex to a 'better paying customer', and it disappoints me because I knew you would have loved it. Nonetheless, Skyhold is cold. I hope you enjoy this gift. Have a nice holiday. You've earned the relaxation.
-Mihtriel
Within a small box is a pair of slippers. The inside of the slippers are lined with wool with warmth in mind. Though the design -- Nug-skin crafted into the shape of dragon heads. Something she knew would clearly suit him, and a gift she hopes he enjoys using.
xhuawei
[9:07:11 PM] <Seb> Maybe you should take them to the Chantry. Andraste always listens.
[9:07:19 PM] <Wei> I'm a good listener--
[9:07:27 PM] <Mihtriel> FUCK ANDRASTE
[9:07:43 PM] <Seb> PARDON ME.
[9:07:49 PM] <Wei> ...
[9:07:52 PM] <Mihtriel> YOU HEAR D M E
[9:01:19 PM] <Mihtriel> IM GOING TO SET HIM ON FIRE
[9:01:25 PM] <Wei> SIT YOUR ASS DOWN.
[9:01:31 PM] <Sebastian> WHY. WHAT HAVE I DONE.
[9:01:43 PM] <Wei> I BOUGHT YOUR DRINKS SO YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME.
[9:01:45 PM] <Mihtriel> YOU'VE DONE EVERYTHING, MR FUCKING LUCKY CHARMS
[9:01:52 PM] <Sebastian> ..... RUDE.
[8:46:32 PM] <Seb> I want you to know that nothing makes me wish I was not a Brother. It's the best thing, really.
[8:46:39 PM] <Mihtriel> ....
[8:46:44 PM] <Mihtriel> You're totally lying.
[8:46:45 PM] <Wei> That is a goddamn lie.
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❝--Need a hand? ❞ //spEEDS AwAY, TRAILING LAUGHTER
magic isn't his best friend and one of the things he hates about mages is their ability to send volts and daggers of electricity out their fingertips and right into the spine.
his back is bruised, various mixtures of blues and purples, and it feels as if billions of tiny veins have busted, the skin sensitive and stinging to the touch.
but at least he's trying.
his head is through the neck of the shirt, the pain sending chills through him so that he has to hold it from sliding, slipping down over bruised cells.
' i--... i'm sorry you have to see me like this-- ' a rather nervous and forced laugh, brows knitted.
It all happens quick--almost too quick to be Wei's doing, as he was not known for his speed. Yet, here he was, running across the grounds of Skyhold with Mihtriel hoisted up over his shoulder. It was a kidnapping. (Sort of.)
The Dalish elf hadn’t even been recruited for a week now before they had started talking.
How it had turned into this was far beyond her knowing.
Taller for an elf but he was still bigger— hoisted over his shoulder with a protesting squeak of all things. Her face is bright red, wide-eyed and clinging to Wei for dear life. “Inquisitor PLEASE--” She breathes out.
he's been waiting outside the ballroom for what seems to be hours, now, waiting for the perfect moment to greet the inquisitor as he leaves the building.
abelas is dressed in his own attire, a rather fanciful elven dress from the olden days of arlathan, a gift from mythal long, long ago. truth be told, he's never worn it a day in his life.
and he's had a long life.
he can hear the herald speaking to someone along the inside corridor, approaching closer, closer. it's taken a while for him to muster up the courage to do this... but wei is different, stranger than most.
but a mighty fine shemlen, if he has to admit something.
he glances away from the entrance and to the sky, darkness circling irises, turning them a bright, nearly electric blue. they spark like lightning.
stars begin to shine.
the hinges on the door creak. abelas turns his gaze immediately back to the door, and the darkness has faded. that brilliant gold color shines within his eyes again, and there's a smile, for once, upon his face as the inquisitor steps out under the night sky.
a bow as a greeting, one hand outstretching to welcome the human. he does not wear his hood to this formal event, so it seems as if ears twitch by themselves with each soft sigh. he takes xhuawei's hand... and pulls him closer, placing a soft kiss to the corner of the man's lips.
