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rook concept ft her and solas' dynamic 😌

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wait. wait how do we feel about plot calls ........ just discussing about our muses and potential dynamics for a bit ....

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hello! this is a revamped 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 multimuse sideblog ( all follows back come from @norastavern ! ) , featuring canon + original characters from both 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. if you'd be interested in writing with me, could you please 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 this post so i can find more writing partners? thank you in advance !!

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@shdwlghts & skylealith / small sc.

" tis nothing like i had imagined. " for once, a sense of wonder almost overshadows morrigan's signature cynism. her mother's tales could never capture the sheer scale of denerim and how overwhelming it can be for a young woman who had only wandered as far as the insignificant village of lothering. the witch turns slowly, yellow eyes busy cataloguing every smell, every shout and every glint of coin to lay her final judgment of its immense marketplace.

" over-crowded, reeking and over-priced. color me surprised, truly. "

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@bloodedhearts & thalia / small sc.

abrielle, for now, thinks of it as an asset. the support of one of the most powerful women of thedas can easily change the tides of battle, especially when your opponents are ancient elven mages; not gods — never gods. the old crow refuses to acknowledge them as such.

" i don't think i'll ever get used to see the mighty inquisitor around. " she greets in mock reverence, small head bow and all. " i don't think i'll ever hear the end of it, either. " her fingertip gently taps on her own temple, pointing at the momentary residence of her newest and most persistent nuisance.

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melava blinked, arms crossed beneath her chest as she eyed georgina with an unimpressed gaze. " ... are all grey wardens this whiny? " she asked, an eyebrow arched in challenge. her fingers curled into a fist, the mark on her hand glowing green — a reminder that she, too, had a close call. alas, death decided to chip away rather than offering the mercy of a swift end.

" with that kind of mentality, you'd let the south be invaded by darkspawn. our enemy doesn't rest. " but thank the creators we aren't like our enemy, the inquisitor reminded to herself. " however, without rest, we don't stand a chance against it. " her green eyes softened just enough to show the burden of understanding, but the steel in her gaze remained unwavering. " we'll continue in the morning. "

@choicebound asked: " okay, follow me. we've still got work to do. " from melava to georgie 🫡

"Work?" Georgie asked, lips pulling downwards in a frown. "I almost died two days ago. Can I not take a break?"

Georgina wasn't stupid. She knew being a warden was hard work. Harder work than anything she'd done before, more than likely. But the taint had almost killed her, and then the joining had nearly finished the job. Exhaustion had settled in her like a stone, pulling her down and making every movement feeling like trying to walk through mud.

Would it never end?

"I know there's a hole in the sky and demons everywhere but they'll still be there tomorrow, no?"

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his touch is unexpected yet not totally unwelcomed. it's bizzare, melava thinks, how he'd choose to outline the mark of her people, the same mark that often had him furrow his eyebrows in either displeasure or desolation, it's hard to tell; the elven apostate dons a beautiful mask she's still unable to crack through, after all. when he presses his palm to her forehead, she leans into it, purposefully closing their distance even more.

then, their eyes meet. and she knows he's done something to her. the blood in her veins reacts to the sudden surge of magic, it boils hot and pulses beneath her skin, as if something ancient has stirred within her, woken from a long, restless slumber. this magic, his magic, feels foreign and almost intrusive. the world around her warps into an unfamiliar scenery, the sight both amazes and terrifies her. the landscape around them blurs: the outlines of trees, the nearby mountains, the sky ... everything seems to ripple like water disturbed by a stone.

her breath catches, pulse quickening by the second. the experience is indeed too overwhelming for someone so unattuned to the fade. her muscles begin twitch, as if trying to repel a threat from her body. so, the inquisitor steps back once the sensation becomes unbearable, breaking their magical bond right when solas himself pulls his own hand back.

" thank you for showing me. " she breathes, her voice ragged and strained as a sliver of dizziness still lingers and messes with her eyesight.

" ... maybe, i'm just not cut for it. "

"...When I bend the fabric of reality to my will."

His voice is dry, laced with sarcastic humor, an echo of mockery directed less at her and more at himself. It’s too easy to tease the Inquisitor. Her questions, her hunger for understanding, remind him of a time long past, of when he too had sought truths buried in silence and shadow. He lifts his hand, fingers brushing against her brow, tracing the lines of her vallaslin with an unexpected gentleness. A tender motion, belying the weight of what he’s about to do.

"Your mind is closed to magic,"

He murmurs.

"like a human's."

The words fall from his lips like a stain wiped clean, quiet but pointed. With a breath drawn from somewhere deep within, he presses his palm to her forehead, and in an instant, the veil between her and the Fade dissolves.

Their eyes meet. And he knows she feels it.

The Fade, its pulse, its color, its rhythm rushes into her senses. Reality folds and unfolds around her, awash in hues she cannot name, in music too vast for mortal ears. For a fleeting moment, she is part of something boundless. Something ancient. Something hers. He watches in silence, allowing her the moment. Letting her touch, however faintly, the legacy her people once lived and breathed. A pale imitation, he thinks bitterly. The magic that once danced in the blood of the People, gone. And it was his doing. His burden.

His shame.

His hand lingers longer than it should, unwilling to sever the bond.

But then slowly, gently, he pulls away.

The warmth recedes.

The breath of the Fade slips from her grasp like mist between fingers. Its shimmer, its voice, its weight, gone. In its place, only silence remains. Cold. Hollow. Mortal. He watches her, carefully. Something ancient flickers in his gaze, grief, perhaps. Or guilt. Or both.

“That,”

He says softly.

“is what you have been denied.”

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" everything i own i have stolen, chérie. " abrielle winks, pinching her cheek between two elegant fingers while her other hand swirls a glass of fine wine with practice. the scent of dark fruit and spice rises with the motion.

"emil, that old arse, always denied me a family. and honestly?" she tilts her head, her only good eye glimmering with mischief and something a bit sadder underneath. " what’s the point of hoarding all that gold just to build the wealthiest tomb in the necropolis? " she takes a slow sip, savoring it. " it’s not like i get to enjoy it when i’m dead. "

@choicebound asked: " what's mine is yours. always. " from tia to carolina 🥹

It took a moment, for Carolina to realize what Abrie was saying. Carolina had nothing she could give in return, nothing that Abrie would want anyway. Except perhaps access to Viago's more exclusive poisons.

Carolina was pretty sure she wasn't allowed to hand those out, however.

"I-Tia, you don't have to do that," Carolina managed, frowning slightly. "Everything you have, you've earned for yourself. I can't-" She didn't deserve it. "You should keep it."

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house of the dragon starters

ep1 - 10 .

❝ try not to look too relieved. ❞ ❝ did you sleep? how long? ❞ ❝ no king has ever lived that hasn’t had to forfeit the lives of a few to protect the many. ❞ ❝ i don’t need mothering. ❞ ❝ it is our fate, i think, to crave always what is given to another. ❞ ❝ you’re safe with me, i swear it. ❞ ❝ to elude a storm, you can either sail into it or around it. but you must never await its coming. ❞ ❝ i have only ever defended you. ❞ ❝ i’ve always thought of you and i as having been made from the same cloth. ❞ ❝ you will address me as “your grace” or i will have my guard cut out your tongue. ❞ ❝ i’d rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory. ❞ ❝ you’re always like this when you’re worried. disagreeable. ❞ ❝ i like this position. it’s quite comfortable. ❞ ❝ how sweetly the fox speaks when it’s been cornered by hounds. ❞ ❝ we haven’t spoke much…since… ❞ ❝ i do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone. ❞ ❝ i was never much of a dancer. ❞ ❝ do you want me to kill him? ❞ ❝ i’m asking with you to come with me…away from all of this. ❞ ❝ come, eat. fortify yourself for the journey. ❞ ❝ you swore to protect me. ❞ ❝ what will they say of me when the histories are written? ❞ ❝ it’s the only thing i have to my fucking name! ❞ ❝ look what my life became without you. a droll tragedy. ❞ ❝ strive to restore whatever scrap of honor you have left. ❞ ❝ our worth is not given. it must be made. ❞ ❝ it pleases me to hear you say this. that i am not alone in my grief. ❞ ❝ if you mean to elicit some anger from me, you should know that you’re failing. ❞ ❝ it bothers you, does it not? ❞ ❝ the realm owes you a great debt. ❞ ❝ all i wanted was for someone to say that they were sorry for what happened to me. ❞ ❝ we must all mourn in our own way. ❞ ❝ do you have a specific course of action to propose? ❞ ❝ we’re both people who have had to cut our own way through the world. ❞ ❝ were that to happen, losses would be incalculable. ❞ ❝ it was not my intent to make offense. ❞ ❝ when steel is drawn, a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect. ❞ ❝ i find i have…few friends lately. ❞ ❝ we don’t belong here. ❞ ❝ i only want to help you. ❞ ❝ you cannot believe such gossip. ❞ ❝ just get out. leave me at once. ❞ ❝ to have every young knight and lord fawning over you…what a misery. ❞ ❝ you’ve been much alone these past few years. alone and angry. ❞ ❝ the road ahead is uncertain, but the end is clear. ❞ ❝ you’re young. you will learn. ❞ ❝ this is just what i need…a little adventure. ❞ ❝ care for some company? ❞ ❝ what is this brief mortal life…if not the pursuit of legacy? ❞ ❝ the wise sailor flees the storm as it gathers. ❞ ❝ you are a plague…sent to destroy me. ❞ ❝ for one night, i wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance. ❞ ❝ do you wish to hear my opinion on the matter? ❞ ❝ i’ve been alone. you abandoned me. ❞ ❝ i’ve decided to remain here and read instead. ❞ ❝ if there were another path…one that led to freedom…would you take it? ❞ ❝ we should be free to speak our minds to one another. ❞ ❝ everything i’ve given you, you’ve thrown back in my face. ❞ ❝ answer me. it’s important. ❞ ❝ do you never long for home? ❞ ❝ i know you’ve never seen true battle. ❞ ❝ your heart is even darker than i thought. ❞ ❝ you think yourself a cunning person. your plans are obvious. ❞ ❝ you never were one to stay idle. ❞ ❝ do not speak of this again. ❞ ❝ they whisper about me in the corridors. ❞ ❝ am i your prisoner? ❞ ❝ have the decency to look grateful. do you know what has been done to give you this day? ❞ ❝ love…is a downfall. ❞ ❝ we’re free to do as we please. ❞ ❝ you will make a fearsome knight. ❞ ❝ just take my arm, at the least. ❞ ❝ it seems the gods have been especially cruel to you. ❞ ❝ i will be a stranger when we meet again. ❞ ❝ you dare put hands on me? ❞ ❝ you look so much like your mother in certain lights. ❞ ❝ i have no shortage of allies. ❞ ❝ who gives a fuck what some lord thinks? ❞ ❝ take your fucking hands off me. ❞ ❝ a certain insolence runs in the family. ❞ ❝ meat without wine is a sin. ❞ ❝ i gave up the idea of wearing a crown generations ago. ❞ ❝ are you…are you hurt? ❞ ❝ reluctance to murder is not a weakness. ❞ ❝ exhausting, isn’t it? hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. ❞ ❝ we have nothing in common. ❞ ❝ you deserve better than what i have been. ❞ ❝ you are an honorable man with a good heart. it’s a rare thing. ❞ ❝ i promise you, in time, you and i together will prevail. ❞ ❝ life has, i know, disappointed you. ❞ ❝ if a king isn’t feared, he is powerless. ❞ ❝ i’d rather ride alone. ❞ ❝ be careful. one could take your words for treason. ❞ ❝ i’ve never seen that side of you…i even doubted its existence. ❞ ❝ i will have the truth of what happened. now. ❞ ❝ do you wish to know your death? ❞ ❝ if we don’t mind our own histories, it will do the same to us. ❞ ❝ i believe you were made to wear the crown. ❞ ❝ we are turning back, all right? ❞ ❝ everyone’s staring at us. ❞ ❝ i would say it’s nice to be home, but i scarcely recognize it. ❞ ❝ most of my years have been spent living in terror. ❞ ❝ all that i have, i owe to you. ❞ ❝ i’ve wondered many an hour what your purpose was in coming here. ❞ ❝ what can either of us know of ruling a kingdom? ❞ ❝ does the promise of war excite you? ❞ ❝ none of this is a game. and yet you treat it like one. ❞ ❝ a matter has arisen that requires your attention. ❞ ❝ night time, you might not be so lucky. ❞ ❝ i have no wish to rule! no taste for duty! i am not suited. ❞ ❝ you flee what other men die seeking. ❞ ❝ i endured it for as long as i could. ❞ ❝ we don’t choose our destiny. it chooses us. ❞ ❝ it is ill luck to look upon the face of death. ❞ ❝ you’ve already found enough trouble today. ❞ ❝ who might you be running from, now? ❞ ❝ i am yours and you are mine. ❞ ❝ i will not have blood shed beneath my roof. ❞ ❝ we are closer to gods than to men. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t do this alone. let us help you. ❞ ❝ that war is not mine to begin. ❞ ❝ it has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence. ❞ ❝ how could you allow such a thing to happen? ❞ ❝ do not allow your temper to guide your judgement. ❞ ❝ now they see you as you are. ❞ ❝ do you want to know the truth of it? i was frightened. ❞ ❝ you desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison. ❞ ❝ you are wiser than i believed you to be. ❞ ❝ i speak the truth. and you know it. ❞ ❝ hope is the fool’s ally. ❞ ❝ while i like your support, i do not need it. ❞ ❝ go to your chambers. you have said enough. ❞ ❝ i thought i wanted it, but the burden is a heavy one. ❞ ❝ i understand you’ve found yourself in some trouble. ❞

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@etherealdreamt / cont.

" i know what magic is. i'm not stupid. " melava's brows knit together, arms crossing beneath her chest in a reflexive, defensive stance. there might have been bad blood between her and her clan's keeper, but she's seen her fair share of spells in her life. from afar. " my mother was a mage. " the inquisitor adds, words laced with quiet pride. an information that further proves her small yet tangible knowledge on the matter. not that she ever had the pleasure to talk to her mom about the subject or ... anything, really, but she figures it's an irrelevant detail for this conversation.

she shifts her weight, green eyes narrowing thoughfully before she continues. " it's just ... my connection to the fade is almost non-existent. so, when you do ─ " the elven woman lifts her hand, attempting to mimic the fluid gesture solas made earlier. " that, i find it ... fascinating. makes me wish i could also cast magic, sometimes. " the apostate's love for his crafts touches her more than she lets on, a subtle glimmer of wonder shines in her eyes whenever he speaks of it, just like right now.

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