❛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ

Fully ready for his comments to be written off as idealistic, or some folly of romanticism, he was delightedly surprised when the Champion made a comment of understanding. That—that soothed his soul a bit, knowing someone such as she, who went through and had this history now inked into their pages (quite literally, even), was not cynical enough to write it off as mere hopes or wishes. He nodded, comforted by that bit, and further amused when the question that quipped up from Hawke. Dhruastun’s expression was lit with it, a smile showcased and laugh barely contained.                "Not yet, although I don’t doubt that it will eventually come. I, thankfully, haven’t had much interaction with Templars, even before the Inquisition.“ He had a different sort of force that had kept him constrained, although he didn’t know if it was a better sort or a worse one. Still, it was something that could happen. The Inquisition was a strange blend, all rallying behind the Herald and the idea of fixing the wound left by Corypheus.                "If they do start, I imagine giving them a little trouble would be frowned on, at least if it was blatant. What do you suggest would be the best way to handle that?”

It’s  not  a  question  she  had  expected  him  to  ask  ---- &  she  is  certain  that  her  ways  of  dealing  with  such situations  would  not  be  at  all  appropriate.   Hawke  has a  habit  of  causing  trouble,  &  she  wouldn’t  like  to  be a  bad  influence  (  at  least,  not  in  this  case ). 

                   ❛  Honestly, I would report it to Josephine. She’s                       amazing, & totally terrifying. How I used to deal                       with Templars is probably not necessary now. ❜  

     Water spills between bloodied fingers as he washes worn      hands clean after a heavy healing session with a patient now      bandaged and resting. Anders barely hears anyone new come in,      only noticing when he turns to see her in a chair and staining it      fresh in new spatters of crimson.      “For you? Always.”      Yet the look he gives Hawke is an equal mix of concerned and      suspicious with the slow tilt of an eyebrow.

     “Do I… want to know why you’re tracking blood everywhere or      is that just another ‘occupational hazard’ kind of thing?”

     ❛  Huh? Oh, no, I’m fine. Most of the blood isn’t mine. ❜  

She  smiles  at  his  easy  patience,  a  trait  that  many  do  not  share when  it  comes  to  Hawke.   She  provokes  anger  &  a  tendency  to  cause  problems  in  most,  &  yet  Anders  seems  quite  happy  to deal  with  Hawke  &  her  irritating  personality.

            “ Just because I say the world’s always goin’ to SHIT doesn’t                 mean I ain’t gonna fight. I only don’t go foolin’ myself by                 thinkin’ it’ll STAY saved for long. ”

                        { &// warpaiinted }

              ‘Why? You don’t like Cullen?’

    He was UPTIGHT though he was also a     COMMANDER. Guess they had to be     uptight, forces & all. Though the thought     was amusing, might as well slip a few to     Josephine as well. 

   ‘Give some to Josie too, oh! Fancy Vivvy Pants.’

       ❛   He was Knight Commander in Kirkwall. ❜ 

Not  really  a  thorough  explanation,   but  she  figured  that Sera  would  be  able  to  join  the  dots  herself.   It  wasn’t that  she  didn’t  like  Cullen,   but  she  did  have  a  little  bit of  resentment  still  to  work  out. 

There was a continuous theme of being uptight, or perhaps the better word would be wary for those newly settled into the Inquisition. It was a very young ordeal, and the process of learning how to trust and be open with others wasn’t something that came naturally. The Inquisition was finding it’s footing, and everyone within it was doing the same. The Champion—Meara, her name was Meara–smiling and speaking in such a lax manner was not only welcome, it was a breath of fresh air. Dhruastun was an individual who was affected by the company he kept, and a smile often earned a smile in turn, and this was one such case. That and she spared that gem of information so easily and with such casual grace. Dhruastun was almost envious.                "If only everyone thought like that.“ Perhaps the world would be vastly different if that were the case. Rather than linger on that, though, his attention was refocused on the question posed his way. The elf’s head tilted as he considered it before offering a half shrug.                "It seemed a more just thing, to work for a group to wants to heal the world, rather than keeping myself amused in the ‘Mire.” In the barest of terms that was really the crux of it, that and Dhruastun wanted to help. “This world has done plenty of horror, but I think it’s worthwhile to try and better it.—And it’s far better company than walking corpses.”

Hawke  was  glad  that  the  other  seemed  at  ease  in  her presence,   as  so  often  her  reputation  changed  how  she was  perceived.   She  allowed  an  indulgent  grin  to  tug   at her  mouth  as  he  spoke,   though  she  was  listening  to him  with  utmost  sincerity.   Truth  is  something  she  was used  to  being  hidden,   &  so  the  honesty  with  which  the elf  spoke  was  strangely  compelling. 

                    ❛  I can understand that. ❜  

People  never  believed  her  when  Hawke  spoke  of  how  she had  simply  fallen  into  the  role  of  a  guardian  to  Kirkwall, her  beginnings  not  so  different  from  the  decision  that  was being  explained  to  her.

warpaiinted​

    ‘Well,’ She starts, now she is trying to figure out what     she could do. Guess Sera never really made cookies     before; it was just a bunch of sugar, flour & other     things, right? Maybe the b a d taste would be apart     of the prank!

    ‘I know shit about cookin’, I just thought you throw     in random things & viola or some shit. So, throw     in a bunch of stuff & the hot stuff & magic, right?’

Hawke  grins  ----  she  is  hardly  the  person  to  ask about  cooking,  but  she  is  more  than  willing  to try.   At  least  between  the  two  of  them  they  may resemble  cookies  enough  for  the  prank  to  work.

        ❛   Uh, I’ll give it a go. No promises. ❜

She  was  too  wrapped  up  in  her  fears  of  templars to  ever  learn  to  cook  in  her  youth.   

The quipped comment that was full of mirth did well to soothe the bundle of nerves that chaotically at the base of the apostate’s skull. Meeting others was still something that was a hit or miss, but instantly the amusement seemed to work it’s trick and bring a smile onto the elf’s features. Even if he has to look down to see her, whatever surprise at her height was smoothed evenly away with that warm welcome. Were all heroes so friendly? Dhruastun hadn’t met enough to make his mind up about that, but this was a good of start as any.                "I’ve heard it’s good though–the book.“ It was better than admitting it outright that he hadn’t actually read said book, a subtle hint would be enough to ease off some of his nerves. Readily he took the offered hand, shaking it and keeping his sunken eyes fixed on that welcoming visage.                "A pleasure, Meara, I’m Dhruastun.” A pause, discomfort wrangled in the space behind his eyes for a breathe before he continued. “Dhruastun Shivanal. Eager apostate aiding the Inquisition.” Despite the word eager, that drawling manner in which he spoke loaded a bit of sarcasm on those syllables specifically.

Hawke  watches  as  the  previously  tense  posture  of  the   other  mage  relaxes,   &  finds  herself  pleased  that  she  is still  in  possession  of  enough  charm  to  do  so.   Having more  mages  (apostates,  all   of  them  now)  around  is  an oddity,  but  one  that  Hawke  thinks  she  would  like  to  be used  to  in  time.  She  drags  a  hand  through  hair  already  in  a  state  of  disarray,   a  grin  tugging  at  her  mouth.

                       ❛  Glad not to be the only apostate around. ❜ 

It’s  quite  a  personal  truth  that  she  admits,   but  one  she does  not  have  to  fear  any  longer.  So,  the  words  follow a  bright  smile,  no  hint  of  turmoil  spoiling  her  gaze.

   ‘Anyone! Someone told me extra spices in    food is somethin’ extra hot. So, I thought    why not make cookies, it’s a sweet gesture    & well –’ It was an obvious here.