The Path We Trod

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        “Might I ask what brought you to staying with the Inquisition? Surely, you did         not choose for much of this to happen to you.”

Since Vivienne was the one to ask the favor, she did not expect the mockery and condescension that often resulted from her efforts to preserve and protect. But that was so far from the norm it still took effort not to be surprised. Most would argue that there’s a war going on and the last thing to worry about was filling the libraries and saving letters and artifacts. Admittedly, those were not her main concerns. But as someone whose entire way of life was once centered around recovering histories lost to violence, she could not simply let more years burn and rot if she could put a stop to it by folding missives away in her coat or adding extra books to her pack.  “I’m glad to help.” At least in part. The knowledge that her efforts would inevitably be aiding the Circle was almost sickening. But-- Vivienne had risked her life for their cause, this small favor was minuscule in comparison. A laugh nearly bubbled to the surface. Choose? “If you’re referring to falling from the Fade and making an enemy of the Chantry, Templars, and at least half of Thedas, no I didn’t choose it.” Now she did laugh, because it’s all so ridiculous when she actually said it.  “Staying though--.” The rifts were tearing the sky apart, war and fear were tearing Thedas  apart, and there was a chance she could help. “I can’t just do nothing.” She’d inadvertently done so before and refused to do so ever again. “Isn’t that why you stay? Or have you found a sudden love for apostates?” It was not a joke so much as slight recognition of Vivienne’s own circumstances. How it must grate upon her, and yet she remained despite.

      “---From a Dalish perspective, hm? Alright. The walls are too high, the ceilings are not high enough, and there’s nowhere to run without falling off a cliff or a rampart. But--- it’s also one of the most amazing places I’ve ever been.” A tentative smile.      “What of you, lethallin? Splendid enough for you?”

It is strange to see another elf in such a position, but Fenris shrugs it off. He will certainly not be treated any differently due to a supposed shared cultural heritage. From the look of the Inquisitor’s face, he was dealing with a Dalish, and he had never quite managed to get along with his wandering “kin.” The inclination of his head is automatic. “Inquisitor. I wish to offer my services against Corypheus.”

Rather respectful, that’s refreshing. “And I wish to accept them, trust me.” She nearly smiles. “But taking in everyone who walks up can be a bit of a liability. So if I may ask-- who are you?” A non-Dalish, she already knows. The accent is entirely wrong as is the nature of his markings. She has seen all manner of vallaslin, countless variations of patterns and colors, but nothing like the intricate designs trailing down his chin. That coupled with his (admittedly) menacing armor makes her curious, if not a bit cautious, though she is careful not to let it show.

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“ Yes– I mean. If it’s…    If it’s not wrong if I do    sit down. Sorry, that–    That sounded weird.    Didn’t it. ”

“I’ve heard weirder, trust me.”  Again, if only Cole was there. His cryptic, border-line non- sensical method of communicating might put their mind at ease. Or freak them out like with most people---. Maybe it was better not to take that gamble tonight.  “But it’s not wrong. You’re more than welcome.” Something about their fears of sitting down with her pulled unpleasantly at her mind, bringing memories of Haven servants scurrying from her presence for unfounded fear of inspiring her displeasure.  As if to lead by example, she turned, showing faith by not only putting her back to a perfect stranger but also by  trusting them to follow as opposed to run off while given the chance. She took a seat in front of her own tent, sitting cross-legged on the fire-warmed ground before patting a spot beside her with a smile still in place and looking up expectantly.

Ava Lavellan and Cullen commission for vallasliin.

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“It’s chocolate.” Translation: I will bite your hand if you so much as reach for this cake.

@venviru​.

Tapered ears flicked at the sound of her title (Josephine would applaud her for finally answering to it) and she turned with a smile already blooming from recognizing the voice. Merrill, she nearly put Viru in the mind of Cole with her ability to dispel the shadows so often hanging over the inhabitants of Skyhold (herself included). And it seemed that today was no exception. Although not fond of freezing her arse off in the snow, the thought of remaining out in the yard among the smiling and shivering revelers made her eyes light up where before they seemed heavy. How --nice it would be to simply join them, fumbling with freezing hands to build statues of snow, complaining and laughing about how foolish they all were. She could--. For a moment, her smile faltered, a thousand duties running through her head and sitting on her shoulders. No, Merrill, I’m sorry but I’ve too much to do, perhaps later, I can’t waste any time--.  The excuses almost fell, inarguable and hasty the better to ensure escape.  But instead her boots crunched upon snow and her gloved hands scooped up a ball of the white powder. “Well, I’ll never know unless I try, right?” Cheeks rounded out with the curve of her grin. “How hard do you think it’d be to make a halla out of this stuff?”

Adapted from a short film with the same title, the story follows a young woman drifting from one motel to the next with her dangerously intoxicating boyfriend and her eight-year-old son. After a crisis rips their lives apart, she lands in a mobile home community, where the promise of a new beginning for her son forces her to reexamine the very meaning of motherhood.

are you gonna want this back or can i keep it

irenirendil‘s inquisitor, rift mage extraordinaire, trying to find her way after the incidents at the end of Inquisition. 

Weird and offensive assumptions. “YEAH ya know what? We DO offer blood sacrifices up to our gods– or at least we’re about to start. I’ve been taught that they see killing off idiots as a particular act of reverence.”

                              ι'м ѕтιll нere.

independent and selective fenris of dragon age 2 mutliship / multiverse written by fen’harel rules.