I N Q U I S I T O R

I’m not feeling him right now. 

Hopefully I’ll come back soon.

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It was stupid, he knew that, but the Inquisitor’s mark intrigued Hawke since day one and not for the reasons many others probably admired it for. Closing rifts was a damned handy thing with Thedas in the state it was but there were other uses for such a unique trait.

                      “Tell me, Inquisitor. The anchor –                       have you ever used it on something                       other than rifts? Like a night-light for                       instance. This fort has some dark                       corridors during the night.”

Flint almost chuckled at the question. Amongst the many questions he had received about the mark (the most popular being ‘does it hurt?’), this one was seemingly the most innocent.

‘I usually don’t use the mark for anything more than sending demons to the Fade,’ he said. ‘But I suppose I could use it as a night-light if I really needed to. The bloody thing is glowing all the time,’ 

"I said that out loud..."

"Are you stupid?"

"I want to be a superhero."

"I want to go to an island that has no people."

"Your heroic efforts just couldn't end in tragedy."

"Do you believe in Yokai?"

"Would you kill someone for my sake?"

"Nothing good comes of getting involved with strangers."

"You can have curry for days."

"Don't make fun of superheroes!"

"Doing your best is the key to everything."

"Can I abduct you right now?"

"Don't do anything that'll get you arrested."

"I'm glad I trusted you."

"Isn't it hard fighting all on your own?"

"Are you trying to sound cool?"

"So I threw __'s prized pencil out the window."

"And what I get to have is your death at my hands."

"You said you wouldn't lie to me."

"I wanna be friends!"

"You can't kill me."

"You can have curry for days."

"Don't you...have a weird feeling?"

"I'm glad we became friends."

"You really are connected to a lot of crimes..."

"I want to believe in you."

"I'm a superhero."

"A hideout a stranger enters in the middle of the night is a bad one."

"I'll do whatever I can to help, so don't hold back okay?"

"You've become more mature somehow."

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“So, is it all it’s cracked up to be?”

A wry smile danced on the edges of the Champion’s lips as honey- couloured eyes focused on the other. The dwarf had not been what Hawke had expected from, but then if anyone knew not to judge based on appearances, it was him.

“Being the Inquisitor, I mean. Are you enjoying your title?”

‘Aside from the constant threat of Thedas collapsing in on itself, I’m finding it to be fine,’ 

Having the Champion of Kirkwall in Skyhold had been interesting to say the least. Occasionally he would hear someone mention something that he had done, but if the dwarf knew anything by now, it was to not listen to rumours, as most of them were not accurate.

Softening to the brush of her hair from her eyes and Flint’s rough hands tucking it behind her faintly pointed ears, Dinyla ran her fingers along Flint’s locks of hair before caressing his bearded cheek. “I said…heroes are sometimes thrown into situations where it does not seem fair. They had been robbed of the ideal life they wanted due to unforeseen circumstances…but ultimately, when it comes time to decide, they will not let their selfish desires exceed the needs of the people. Then, and only then, when the deed is done, can they return to peace,” cooed Dinyla, looking up to Flint softly.

Flint listened to what she had to say, thinking back to some of the ‘darker’ aspects of being the Herald, & then later the Inquisitor: Being stuck in a dark future with Dorian in Redcliffe, watching Haven fall to Corypheus, & then leaving Hawke in the Fade to cover their escape only weeks prior: it seemed that he advice was well timed.

This week (and a bit of next week), is exams week at school, so activity on here will be pretty spotty until after my last exam (which is on the 4th of April).

After that, everything will continue as normal on here.

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     “Do I look like I’m laughing? Do you see a single ounce      of amusement on this handsome face? No. No, I am not      amused. Now, return my bath oils to me immediately, or      there will be consequences. Severe consequences.”

He chuckled. ‘Alright Dorian. I’ll go talk to Sera about getting them back for you. And if she won’t hand them over, I’ll get them back from her myself,’ 

Nodding softly to Flint’s remark, Dinyla kept brushing her fingers gingerly across his broad chest, drawing small patterns into his skin. “You know…my adventures with both the Grey Warden and the Champion of Kirkwall were not too far off from what we are dealing with now,” she started softly, some of her raven hair falling into her face. “They had unbelievable weight on their shoulders to be the one to save everyone…and they had moments where they would just break down and cry…going ‘why me’. But I told them one thing…and after that…they just picked themselves up and dusted themselves off.”

Flint brushed the hair off of her face & tucked it behind her ear so that he could see her face properly. He was certain that if she hadn’t had been there talking to him at that moment, he would have fallen asleep due to how peaceful the scene was, despite his own doubts.

Dinyla smiled tiredly to Flint leaning in as her lips brushed gingery against his, softening to the Herald’s hands cradling her face in his hands. With a soft pull, Dinyla brought Flint back down to the bed to have him lay on the sheets beside her, breaking the kiss as her head leaned down to rest against his chest, rubbing his chest warmly. “Are you alright?” she cooed quietly.

‘Nothing,’ Flint said. ‘But, I’m just.....tired. Mainly of Thedas depending on me all the time,’

There was another spike of self-consciousness as she laid her head on his chest, but he  paid more attention to her than he own doubts about himself. He sighed, deciding that it would be best to open up to her a bit.  

Dinyla softened to see Flint starting to return to the bed, using the blanket to try and cover as much of his scarred body as he could, smiling to his soft words. Beckoning him with a long sultry finger to come closer, Dinyla turned a little more to face Flint, some of her bare chest showing and glistening in the sunlight as she brushed her fingers through his hair.

“Just kiss me…” she whispered softly.

Loptr rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what made the dwarf think he was a seer. He didn’t know of anyone who actually had that gift, other than the gods, of course. But even then …

“Should I tell you what you plan to do? So that you can go and do it, just to mess up everything or to succeed in ways no one thought? No, no one ever does well when they know what their future is supposed to hold for them.”

‘I’ll suppose I’ll just have to take my chances then,’ 

Normally he wouldn’t be so bold, but the other man was starting to annoy him with how evasive he was. 

Still a little groggy, Dinyla whimpered in response to thicker walls to Flint’s chambers as her face buried into the pillow of his bed, her toned back still bare to see. She could hear the Inquisitor rummage around for something before asking the unsure question, leaning her head back to look at her one night lover and patted the bed beside her for him to return.

“Come here, Flint…” she spoke softly.

Upon hearing his name, Flint turned his attention back to her, pushing any thoughts of the future to the side for the moment. Making sure that he still held the blanket in one hand to cover his scarred body, he faced her.