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                      let’s ignore the  WARNING SIGNS 

                                      and dive right in

                            this can only end in disaster 

                                      but, screw it, 

𝟐  𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺  ›  @skysaved  .↳  status  :  accepting  .

      He  remained  quiet  for  the  duration  of  their  journey  ,  &  let  them  bicker  among  one  another  .  A  hand  shields  his  eyes  from  the  Hissing Wastes’  sandy  wind  ,  brow  furrowed  in  feeble  endeavor  to  see  further  as  he  walked  ahead  of  the  group  .  Around  him  ,  the  silence  coiled  around  his  heart  ,  throat  ,  &  mind  ,  tightening  with  every  step  .  Images  shimmered  into  being  ━  hallucinations  conjured  by  this  region’s  expansive  area  ━  of  faces  wrought  in  laughter  /  smiles  .  However  ,  each  visage  was  empty  ,  void  of  significance  ,  &  when  he  got  close  ,  they  disappeared  .  Aimar  saw  his  people  ,  clothed  in  warm  leathers  &  furs  .  He  dared  not  reach  out  ,  never  .  It  would  make  this  ache  growing  inside  s t r o n g e r  :  a  selfish  hunger  of  what  providence  stole  from  him  .

      A  hand  on  shoulder  made  his  head  turn  ,  gaze  downcast  at  Blackwall’s  troubled  expression  .  It  seemed  he  went  rigid  ,  standing  in  the  same  spot  ,  oblivious  to  the  lack  of  arguing  from  the  party  .

𝟐  𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺  ›  @faunahymn  .↳  status  :  accepting  .

      A gray hair landed in his palm .

Already , the Inquisitor’s bones ached every morning ; pop when in one position for long . A slow , meticulous ritual to stand up , but it vanished in the afternoon . Tomorrow , this will resume : adhering to a profoundly homogeneous schedule , allocating meager hours to find his repose . It was why he woke up before the sun rose : not only for the tranquility that blanketed Skyhold , but solitude that is seldom earned / found these days . Calloused fingers lifted the strand of hair to candlelight , weary eyes examining how flame’s light illuminated it .

                 ❛  Hm.  ❜

Five hours passed , & the sun shyly peaked over the fortress walls . Same birds , same courtyard gossip . The only aspect that diverged were who arrived & / or left . With a defeated sigh , Aimar prepared himself for diplomatic talks , looking over supply routes / prospective merchants , conjure preparations for an expedition to The Exalted Plains , & listening to reports of Red Templar activity in Emprise du Lion . These were long , tiresome days of which the agony it wrought never seemed to go away . An ending with no conclusion .

“You recruited the mages.”  Sometimes, she has a bad habit of pointing out the obvious: parroting facts as if the person she speaks with isn’t already perfectly aware, but she can’t help it, she’s lost in thought.  “It’s sad. What became of the templars. They didn’t deserve it.”  Nor did their victims at Haven. She wonders, if those men and women hadn’t been corrupted, would they have wept for the destruction they’d wrought? Undoubtedly. No one should be twisted into such a monstrous beast. There’s something bothering her, clearly, but she’s not getting to the point. Before she can come to that conclusion herself, however, she has a realization that what she’s saying can be taken as criticism. Quickly, she lifts from her seat and stands before him, a bit jittery.  “Oh! No, I… it sounds as if I’m unhappy with your decision, doesn’t it? That’s not it. The mages deserve their freedom. It’s just… unfortunate, right?”

@ungouge  /  sc.

             ❛ If it were otherwise , the rebel mages would have been in the same situation. ❜

      Every consequence / decision bore a weight , & he did not oppose the slight empathy for Templars inside him . This proclamation ━ to free them from eons - old shackles ━ wasn’t assembled out of naught . Gaze slowly lifted up from his book , as if he already heard these words a dozen times , & set it down on the desk . The only change in Aimar’s countenance were his faintly risen brows . No one deserves it , he wanted to say , but could not find the voice to give life to words . ( Numerous variables to consider , little time to execute them. )

      He sighed . ❛ Indeed . Those at Therinfal also had families , aspirations , & lives . An alliance with both would have been beneficial , but tensions would rise & supplies thinned from harboring two factions. ❜ More reason for Inquisition enemies to denounce them .

➷ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ › aimar wind - breaker .

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