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𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

u know that gorgeous and underrated plot where one of the muses is being hunted down by bad guys and the other muse either volunteers or gets assigned to protect them and they go into motels and safehouses and maybe there’s only one bed and maybe they have to kiss to hide their faces and maybe many things happen of shippy and angsty varieties? i gotchu.

from the bodyguard.

“ we don’t have much time. grab and pack a bag; you’re coming with me! ”

“ i’ll explain everything once we’re on the road. for now, all you need to know is that your life is in grave danger, and i’m responsible for keeping you safe. ”

“ hey, don’t give me that look. nobody’s gonna think of looking for us in a wedding suite, alright? ”

“ jesus, where the hell were you?! haven’t i been clear enough? there are trained men whose sole purpose in life is to kill you! ”

“ you can’t just sneak off without telling me, damnit, they could’ve caught and killed you before i ever knew you left the hotel room! ”

“ y'know, i keep turning it over in my head, but… i keep drawing a blank as to why they’re after you. ”

“ i’ll take the sofa, you take the bed. ”

“ once we get to the safehouse, i’ll teach you how to use a gun. ”

“ yeah… the movies never tell you kevlar leaves a bruise, do they? you’re alright, just keep breathing, yeah? we’ll get frozen peas on that once we’re back inside. ”

“ hey… come on now, don’t get all upset and worried. it’s not my first time taking a bullet. this is nothing, trust me. ”

“ it’s not like i planned this. i never felt a calling or anything. the money was good, i had nothing else, so… being a bodyguard just made sense. ”

“ look at me… it’s my job to keep you safe. alright? part of that involves taking a bullet every now and then. ”

“ shit, they found us! hey, listen to me. go hide under the bed, alright? take the knife, and if anyone tries to grab you, you make sure they lose their hands. i’m gonna go handle this. just… don’t come out unless i say so. ”

“ that’s it. i’m done being cute about this. who the hell are these bastards, and what the hell do they want from you?! ”

“ you any good with a needle and thread? i, uh… i got a little graze on my back. nothing serious, but still… no time to get an infection, right? ”

“ you… you’re bleeding… ”

“ shit, no, no no no, keep your eyes on me, alright?! come on, stay with me, i’m not through with you yet. this is gonna hurt, but you need to stay awake! don’t go to sleep, you hear me?! ”

“ thank god… i thought i lost you… you would/wouldn’t be the first, you know? ”

“ hey, come on. we’re getting a proper dinner, not microwave burritos again. grab your coat; you just survived the first week of being on the run, you’ve earned a little treat! ”

“ can’t sleep, huh? i get it. the adrenaline, the nerves, sleeping in a strange bed… i’ll stay up with you a while. talking kinda helps when you’re trying to go to sleep… ”

“ so… we’re gonna need to kiss. i know, i know, but they’re headed our way, and it’s just for a few seconds, and then we’re gonna be in the clear, we can stop and forget it ever happened. deal? okay. come here. ”

“ next time… if there is a next time, we kiss, i want it to be real. not because our lives are at stake. ”

“ no, i don’t usually kiss the assets… usually i just turn around and cause a diversion so we can escape. i guess you must be special. ”

“ you realise it’s ME that takes the bullet for YOU, not the other way around… right?! ”

“ hey, hey! take it easy… it’s okay… you’re safe, alright? it’s just me… you had a nightmare, but it’s okay. i got you. we’re safe now, nobody’s gonna find us tonight… ”

to the bodyguard.

“ so… did you always know you wanted to be a bodyguard? ”

“ this is your job? you get paid to risk your life to protect mine? ”

“ i don’t need a babysitter! certainly not an armed one! ”

“ i’m sorry for dragging you into this… you could still go. they haven’t seen you, they don’t know you were helping me. i don’t want you getting killed for trying to help me. ”

“ yeah… that kiss wasn’t to protect our identities… ”

“ who are these people, and why the hell are they chasing me?! ”

“ no! i’m not going anywhere with you! not until you explain to me what the hell’s going on! who are you?! who were those guys shooting at us?! WHY are they shooting at us?! ”

“ it… i guess it wasn’t real before… but now? i mean… i/you just killed a man… ”

“ …they’re not gonna stop looking for me until i’m dead. are they? ”

“ i guess you wanna know why they want me dead, right? ”

“ you get that scar from helping other people like me? ”

“ i can’t… i won’t be the reason you get killed. i won’t have it. you deserve a long and happy life, not one stuck in a motel room with me until one of us gets killed. ”

“ i’m sorry for losing it earlier… i’m just not okay with the idea of you putting your life on the line for me. ”

“ you… you’re bleeding… shit, that was what i heard, wasn’t it?! that was meant for me! you took a bullet for me?! ”

“ they’ll never stop hunting for me! you know that! so go! just go! save your own ass, and go! ”

“ quit following me! nobody else is going to die because of me! ”

“ so… this is what a safehouse looks like. ”

“ i don’t think a starbucks gift card and a thank you note can really repay you for protecting me for… well, for god knows how long. ”

“ …how long’s the longest you’ve been on the run with a person for? ”

“ you must have a family though, right? do they know about what you do? ”

“ woah… hey, now, take it easy, it’s just me. i’m sorry, i forgot the knock… i wanted to grab you some breakfast from that IHOP across the way… ”

“ you must get so lonely on this job… ”

“ no, no… um… w-we could share the bed. right? i’m… i sleep easier when… when there’s someone around. ”

“ wait, don’t go! please? i… i don’t want to be alone… ”

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graveyard based sentence starters.

“ um, no that’s fucking creepy.” ” i’m not going into a fucking graveyard at night, are you mental ?” “ i thought you said it was an unmarked grave ?” “ you shouldn’t enter a graveyard after midnight.” “ i think this one has been dug up fresh.” “ are we meant to be in here ?” “i’m pretty sure the sign that said “do not enter” was being serious. signs don’t tend to lie.” “ they died like hundreds of years ago but their grave should still be here.” “ there’s just so many of them.” “ shouldn’t there be a register or something ?” “ my grandpa is buried here.” “ i can’t believe they died so young.” ” you always hang around in graveyards ? ” “i’m not going back to that graveyard, not after last time.” “ they say she was buried alive.” “ you think anyone saw us ?” “ it’s not breaking and entering if no one sees us.” “ don’t be such a scaredy-cat.” “ no one is going to pop out of a grave.” “ we should stick to the path.” “ ghosts aren’t real and neither are zombies.” “ the chain was already off the gate, i’d say we’re fine.” “ this place gives me the creeps.” “ i can’t make out what it says.” “ did you hear something ?” “ you really come here every halloween ?” “ should that be open ?” “ that .. is a terrible name for a person.” “ oh look ! a raven. so spooky.” “ you got caught wandering around a graveyard at night ?” “ they said he crawled out of his own grave.” “ how does someone crawl out of their own grave ?” “ i have this recurring dream about waking up in my own grave, but i try not to read too much into it.”

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storiesung​:

  The circle.

That is enough to make him bristle. He has never been fond of magic nor is he fond of people who wield it. He knows what the Circle does. They train mages. Which begs the question - why didn’t she just use magic instead of him having to rush in and save her?

Regardless, he is not too keen on helping anyone that associates themselves with magic - too many times has he been burned by magic and as far as he is concerned, all magic is bad thanks to the trauma of his former life.

“Forget the coin.” His voice is suddenly colder. As much as he needs it, he is too proud and stubborn to accept what is no doubt blood money. “Find your way back to the Circle on your own. I do not help mages.”

His disdain instantly put a sour taste in her mouth. It is not a sentiment that she is new to, in fact his obvious dislike of mages is all to familiar and for once she is glad for it. Avexis had become well practiced in pushing her offense aside or into the tightest box she could conjure in order to maintain the higher ground. The only indicator of her disapproval being the thin line that her lips form and the stiffening of her shoulders. If he is determined to have nothing to do with her kind there is little that she could do to convince him and Avexis still had too much pride left to grovel. 

“Very well. I will make sure to pass on your disinterest in my missive to The Divine.” Well, her left hand but she doubted those words would hold the same impact. “At least there will be some entertainment for her holiness among the bland and dreary rumors.” 

If this man had no love of the Maker than her words would hold little importance, but her own ego would no allow her to leave while still in his debt. She may not be a particularly skilled mage, but her time spent playing the game in Orlais had still left an impression of cultural expectation. “I will have a messenger deliver your coin in a fortnight’s time. May I have your name? It will surely be a hassle to have them attempt to find you on my description alone.”  Though with his hair and markings, not impossible. 

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@valorcorrupt asked : ❝  we have to put a little bell on you, like a cat.  ❞

Avexis paused where she was ordering the stores that could still be salvaged after all of the chaos in Kinloch Hold. It didn’t surprise her that after all of the fighting, the Tranquil who were assigned to keep watch over the stock of herbs and artifacts did a woefully poor job. Not that they had much means of protecting such things against the power of an abomination, not when even their most accomplished enchanters had fallen. Her large blue eyes look up at the warden with curiosity before Avexis straightens and puts the objects back down on the large oak table. 

“My apologies, dear Warden.” Whether it was her own obliviousness or just that she was used to being considered no more significant than furniture. Or a perhaps a pawn was a much better comparison. “I will announce my presence next time if you would prefer.” 

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It is not the first time he has suffered from some sort of injury, it certainly won’t be the last. This one leaves him dizzy. Although, the pain in his head is dull compared to the pain in the rest of his body that the lyrium brings forth.

Fenris moves to sit up and then when he’s sure he’s not too dizzy, he picks up his sword and moves to rise to his feet. Placing his sword back where it belongs upon his back, his eyes turn back to her. If more bandits come, he will take care of them too.

He’s not entirely sure why he helped. Perhaps because he did not want her to become the target of slavers and some bandits are capable of such. As grumpy as he comes off, he can not live with himself if he did not help someone in need when they clearly can not help themselves.

“Coin. However much you see fit.” He does, after all, need it. 

“Of course. I will need some time to compose a letter and see that it is sent to my patron, but rest assured you will be rewarded.” She follows him in standing, her hands quickly going to dust off her robes. As it is she’s not sure how she’ll manage sneaking past the guards in the gallows without being questioned about her ruined clothing and mused hair. If she is lucky enough to get back to Circle without further threat in the first place. Once more she finds herself cursing the state of the world, that she would be more harshly punished for being caught using magic than a bandit who would slit her throat. 

“I would hate to be any more trouble for you, Serah.” Avexis didn’t even know his name but that hardly mattered. Only that she had seen his skill with a sword and he was no templar. 

Her posture is as demure as she could possibly make it, trying her best to remember the countenance of other proper Orlesian ladies in an attempt to accentuate her vulnerability and undermine the implication of her next words. “Is there any way I might persuade you to accompany me back to the gallows? If anything else were to happen on my way back to the Circle I it will certainly impede my ability to live up to my word on your coin.”  

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Avexis being made Tranquil. 

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not me thinking about how if avexis could choose any profession aside from being locked into a life of magical servitude she would want to be a cook or baker

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@storiesung  asked : bandage patch them up when they get hurt. (maybe fenris hurt??)

Avexis’ hands shook slightly as she pressed the long strip of torn cloth against the other elf’s head. The arrow had only grazed the other while fighting bandits but head wounds were fierce bleeders and caused her already frazzled nerves to act up even further. After a life spent in the Circle there were only a handful of times that Avexis had witnessed real conflict...and only a couple of days being in Kirkwall she had seen enough violence and hardship to last the rest of her life. When her savior finally stirred back to consciousness, just in time for her to finish binding the fine Orlesian cloth from her torn sleeves, she put a respectful amount of distance between them and motioned towards their fallen enemies. 

“You have my thanks.” Her voice was heavily accented and kept at a whisper. Almost as if she were afraid of drawing anymore bandits to them. “It is not often that I find myself out after dark, I should have suspected there might be trouble. What do I owe you for my brave and selfless rescue? I am afraid I have little coin with me but upon your word would gladly send for a reward.” 

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continued from x

Nearly spellbound by the beauty of it all, Sascha gazed up silently at the various colours and swirls of perfectly formed magic painting itself across the vacant air above them. Without so much as questioning it, she remained silent—then turned to face the other almost quizzically. Part of her was nervous to speak, like the magic would dissipate at a moment’s notice.

“Wait, you weren’t serious, were you?” The Warden whispered as if it would help in the first place. Her eyes darted back to where the magic should’ve still been dancing away, nervous that she had trifled with the spell in some way. She knew very little about magic other than what her companions managed to conjure up despite all of her years travelling as a Grey Warden.

The mental mantra in ancient tevene faltered along with the fluid movement of Avexis’ hands. It was only for a moment -- but still long enough to break her fragile concentration and ruin the spell. Sparkling golden runes faded back into their deteriorated scribbles on the old stone wall and were once again incomprehensible, and Avexis couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance that she quickly tried her best to mask. The disappointment in her own casting was her burden to bear, not something she could rightfully take out on a curious observer. 

With slumped shoulders and downcast eyes she turned back to The Warden, her shaky hand pushed a fallen lock of golden hair behind a pointed ear. “I was, unfortunately. Spell casting is not my strong suit and ancient spells are the most challenging to maintain. We will have to try again a little later to retrieve the meaning of these glyphs.” Embarrassment at her weakness was hot in her cheeks and Avexis was unable to meet Sascha’s expression, afraid of the disappointment that her gaze might hold. 

“My apologies, Warden.” 

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Continued from x 

“Couldn’t agree more.” Élise remarked, the dragon in clear view in the near distance. They still had time to turn back, surely. The argument had been made that the dragons posed a threat to nearby settlements, though there had not been any reports of such dangers coming to fruition yet, nor did Élise really see how that was the Inquisition’s problem. A dragon would have some excitement, would be a new target, but not something Élise wanted to make a habit of fighting. “I would quite like to keep all of my limbs in tact.”

“Indeed.” Avexis nodded in agreement. She’d worried that her disproval of their companion’s suggestion would put her at odds with the warriors of the group. It wasn’t often that she was selected to leave the keep for a mission and when it was required she much preferred matters of diplomacy over action. However there was no denying her affinity with dragons, and if there was someone who could sense the intentions of a beast surely it was her. Avexis’ large blue eyes squinted off into the distance at the Dragon before hiking up her skirts once more in preparation for them to continue on the small foot trail they had been following. 

“I see no dragonlings, it is a good sign that she will remain in this area until there is a need for greater sustenance. Come mating season the potential threat may change... or she might relocate before then. In my opinion it would be rash to take any action now and would only put us in unnecessary danger.” She looked to Élise, hoping that a chevalier’s command would hold more authority to any of their companions that would looks to argue with Avexis’ assessment. 

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Did you ever think that the Mage and Seeker would have made a somewhat decent little family for you? — Anonymous

What an odd question. It’s only from years of controlling her expression that stops the petite blonde from gaping at the stranger for the presumptuous question. It was difficult to remember that time or her thoughts regarding Cassandra or Galyan from a child’s innocence. Perhaps in a fleeting instance she had admired them like mentors but Avexis had not been able to study under the other White Spire mage as she had a very limited aptitude for healing magic. 

“No. Circle mages do not have families and wasting time on those kinds of thoughts can be dangerous.” 

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THE GREAT (2020—)

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I’m around making gifs (because of course I am v.v) but if anyone is interested in plotting feel free to shoot me an IM, I really miss rping Avexis and would love to start up some interactions :]

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13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? – @pentaghasted

Her attitude towards life is generally pretty unstable. There’s the outward appearance of acceptance of all circumstances and docility that she’s determined to fake and a polar opposite side that is deeply unhappy with the life she’s been forced to lead that dreams of rebelling. Most of the time she’s good at keeping face and limiting her mental energy to present conflicts and not dwelling on the things she can’t control. To the point where it’s very hard to tell when she’s expressing this particular trait until it’s been building for some time. It’s only once she’s been pushed to her breaking point that Avexis snaps and her more defiant side takes over, planning a way out of her situation in true Orlesian plotting style. 

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