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THIS BLOG IS MOVING. i just told elisa i wouldn’t be able to hold myself to finishing my abouts and look where we are. essentially, things have been hectic since the veilguard drop in october and now that things have mellowed out i just want a nice, clean space to reorganize. i have every intention of honoring all my current drafts but i didn’t want to start collecting them and freaking people out when a blog they didn’t follow liked things. ill reblog as necessary.
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THIS BLOG IS MOVING. i just told elisa i wouldn’t be able to hold myself to finishing my abouts and look where we are. essentially, things have been hectic since the veilguard drop in october and now that things have mellowed out i just want a nice, clean space to reorganize. i have every intention of honoring all my current drafts but i didn’t want to start collecting them and freaking people out when a blog they didn’t follow liked things. ill reblog as necessary.
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THIS BLOG IS MOVING. i just told elisa i wouldn’t be able to hold myself to finishing my abouts and look where we are. essentially, things have been hectic since the veilguard drop in october and now that things have mellowed out i just want a nice, clean space to reorganize. i have every intention of honoring all my current drafts but i didn’t want to start collecting them and freaking people out when a blog they didn’t follow liked things. ill reblog as necessary.
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THIS BLOG IS MOVING. i just told elisa i wouldn’t be able to hold myself to finishing my abouts and look where we are. essentially, things have been hectic since the veilguard drop in october and now that things have mellowed out i just want a nice, clean space to reorganize. i have every intention of honoring all my current drafts but i didn’t want to start collecting them and freaking people out when a blog they didn’t follow liked things. ill reblog as necessary.
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THIS BLOG IS MOVING. i just told elisa i wouldn’t be able to hold myself to finishing my abouts and look where we are. essentially, things have been hectic since the veilguard drop in october and now that things have mellowed out i just want a nice, clean space to reorganize. i have every intention of honoring all my current drafts but i didn’t want to start collecting them and freaking people out when a blog they didn’t follow liked things. ill reblog as necessary.
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THIS BLOG IS MOVING. i just told elisa i wouldn’t be able to hold myself to finishing my abouts and look where we are. essentially, things have been hectic since the veilguard drop in october and now that things have mellowed out i just want a nice, clean space to reorganize. i have every intention of honoring all my current drafts but i didn’t want to start collecting them and freaking people out when a blog they didn’t follow liked things. ill reblog as necessary.
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THIS BLOG IS MOVING. i just told elisa i wouldn’t be able to hold myself to finishing my abouts and look where we are. essentially, things have been hectic since the veilguard drop in october and now that things have mellowed out i just want a nice, clean space to reorganize. i have every intention of honoring all my current drafts but i didn’t want to start collecting them and freaking people out when a blog they didn’t follow liked things. ill reblog as necessary.
#i’ll hold off on following some people first but you can go ahead and follow#this long weekend is about blog maintenance baby
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nothing to see here,
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jess isn’t emmrich, right, she’s not a teacher she doesn’t have students. in fact i think she’s infuriating to be taught by. she doesn’t have little research assistants, probably like 2 or 3 junior wardens back at weisshaupt. and there’s a really cute (brief) reunion during all the chaos
#i’ll come up with names n backgrounds for them later but#know they exist#and they love her#and she loves them even if she’s flippant as usual
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i don’t talk a lot about act 3 for my hawkes because i’ve actually never finished it but i just think the temperature lowers in the room when meredith and willa enter it
#not actually but like.#unlike averil who mere has bethany to dangle at#i just think there are two clinically diagnosed catholics in a room and everyone’s uncomfortable#where’s lexie
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rubs my little hands together.
#i’ve got my drink. i’ve got my popcorn. i’m gonna maybe play either da2 or cyberpunk for the night#i’ll be on and off disco#long weekend …. possibly new blogue …. hope you all have a lovely v day
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maybe like for a little v-day but not thing later, esp if we have a ship.
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know that héloïse judges solas's amputation work
#OOC.#she insists on being allowed to assess it. probably drums herself as the inquisitor's personal surgeon#which in at least one verse she kind of is but nevertheless
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She rolls her eyes, but the bite of the past hour's argument is gone from them. At least for now. Arms still tucked tight against her body, Héloïse almost smiles. ❝ You may last three. ❞
Maker's breath. The look on his face.
❝ I will tell you this, ❞ she gripes, crossing the distance between them and pushing against his shoulder. It's not much force. ❝ If you keep leaning forward like that, you're going to topple over and I won't be the one to stitch your head back together. ❞ Héloïse paused, moving her hand - daringly, cheeks suddenly hot - to his cheek.
❝ Not never, ❞ she says, though even that was unsure. She didn't know when she would be ready, or if. A future had only ever held the promise of a scalpel and patients. To envision it with a person . . . that is new. ❝ Just - not right now. And certainly not in Orlais. ❞ In Orlais, everything hanging in the balance, whatever was going on with his Mark - no. Not right now.
He doesn't given her a reaction to the low blow, understanding that she knows he can't say love either. He's seen what love was supposed to be... and the day Lord Trevelyan died was he first time he saw his mother breath deeply in ever.
"Please, give it six months at least." He retorts leaning forward and folding the knuckles of his right hand beneath his chin to prop himself up to look at her.
For a man who has just been turned down for marriage, he still looks terribly smitten.
She hasn't outright said no...
"If you tell me to never ask again I will listen." He leans further forward on his hand to look up at her through his lashes. He would still come when she asked, wherever that may be. He didn't know what life after the Inquisition would look like, he just knows for the first time in a very long time he could begin to imagine the shape of what a future should be in his imagination.
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bael quite leaning forward and giving héloïse little puppy dog eyes:
héloïse, literally weak in the knees: you’re gonna fall over idiot
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me having to sit in a meeting while someone gives my boss ai art as a gift:
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