#ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒˣ'ˢ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵃᵈᵛᵉᶰᵗᵘʳᵉ •●[ dragon age ~ ic ]●•

[schwarzcrfuchs]

@hewasonceagoodman

    ( ☩ ) The fact that this happened shouldn’t be that surprising.  Samson didn’t fall into the right crowd, being a beggar and constantly looking for another hit.  Well, Samson did try to do the right thing, help mages and people down on their luck.  But in Lowtown, everyone was a shady character.  This was probably just retribution for having done the wrong thing.  The men would probably never tell him what that was, which made sense.

 But they know how to poke at his buttons.  They’ve worked together for a few years now.  The first thing they do?  Cut off all of Samson’s access to lyrium.  Force him into painful withdrawals.  Let him sit there and rot, drag him out when he’s shaking, covered in cold sweat.  Samson won’t be able to put up much of a fight now.  

 Oh, and they put him through the wringer.  The bandits,the smugglers and highway men, they beat him.  They break his bones, kick him in the gut until he vomits, only to do it again until he’s only able to dry heaving.  He’s sure his nose is broken too, all the can taste and smell is blood.  They pick him up by his shirt, spit in his face.

   “You dumb fucker.”

 The man throws him back onto the ground, his head making a sick thumping sound as it hits the ground.  The likelihood of a concussion is pretty damn high at this point.  He doesn’t make a move to get up, just lays there in the mess and hopes they give him a break.  But the footsteps tell him someone is here, and he tries to prepare himself for more abuse.  

 It doesn’t come, and Samson dares to open his eyes.

   “Remi? What… what the fuck are ya doin’ here?”        

remi...?

remi... who was that again?

the black fox frowned under his mask, blood on his daggers, blood darkening his usually black clothes even more. the mask usually dangling on his belt now covering half his face.

remi... ah, yes. he was remi. it was so easy to forget that sometimes, especially when he had dropped so many bodies. he couldn’t really do that as remi.

one gloved hand puts his daggers back into their sheaths to then move to take off his mask and take a deep breath. putting the mask on his belt.

only then he knelt down to samson, smiling slightly while eyes hovered over his beaten form.

          ❝ I’m here to save you, idiot. ❞

remi said, shaking his head before taking a health potion from his belt.

          ❝ drink this, it will at least stabilize you to get out of here.              while I killed most, I worry sooner or later more will come... ❞

he offered the potion to the other, not certain if he could sit up and drink himself, but he didn’t want to just figure that samson couldn’t. he always seemed like a proud man, even though he was a beggar.

[schwarzcrfuchs]

open.

          ❝ the black fox is supposed to be “tall, dark and handsome”?              well, I figure... people mixed me and Karolis up in some stories... ❞

[schwarzcrfuchs]

@couldntbcloved gets something for First Day

first day, an old tradition. a time to welcome the new year together with the family, with drinking, eating and presents. of course, only if the family had enough money, for those. remi did not have a family anymore, but he still had ended up purchasing a gift for someone.

but giving a present to a child was certainly not a sign of remi becoming too attached to her as a person or this new time... at least he told himself that. that it was just a nice thing to do.

and so he had placed the rather big wrapped package on the table in the library where the girl sometimes hung around.

          ❝ nakoma? are you hiding? ❞

[schwarzcrfuchs]

@hornsup  liked for a starter

          ❝ mind if you and your friends would celebrate a bit more...               quiet? I understand that being loud is part of the merry              band of misfits aesthetic, but I really crave some quiet              and one can hear you over the whole mountain... ❞

[schwarzcrfuchs]

@oflavellan liked for a starter

          ❝ it is nice to see an elf to have become so important...               but I wonder if one really matters. or if everything you              do will, too, lead to no change in the end. ❞

how horrible to reappear after 40 years and seeing that nothing what you tried to accomplish mattered in the end. they sang his praises and told his stories. but only a few really understood.

[schwarzcrfuchs]

@theharellan liked for a starter

          ❝ may I approach? ❞

he asks, before stepping closer to the elf, his hands holding one another like he was attempting to hide any shaking. or maybe to not use them to talk too much.

          ❝ I...  am still not up to date with newer history... and I              didn’t want to ask a human for reading suggestions...              so I wondered if you have any. ❞

[schwarzcrfuchs]

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’ ||hewasonceagoodman||

hurt prompts || accepting

his breath was ragged and heavy, blood covering his face as much as dampen his black clothes and the glove that pressed against his side. he pushes himself more against the wall behind him, away from samson that offered a helping hand. eyes pressing together, just like his lips and shaking his head.

          ❝ no… it’s okay… it’s just… a scratch. ❞

he said, opening his eyes again, head resting against the wall behind him. really, his main issue was that he didn’t want to take off his coat or pull his shirt up. he didn’t want samson to see how most of his body looked, covered in horrible scars of all kinds. no, no he didn’t want anyone to see that.

@hewasonceagoodman