caedes; the corpses of the slain or mudered; blood shed by murder, gore Marian Hawke, apostate and cut-throat extraordinaire. Literally.
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Frankly, she had been glad for the break of having to install new windows or replacing blood-soaked sheets, but she tended to enjoy his nagging presence over the one of a former slave and a former grey warden about to ho at each other's throat any second. And for the lack of attention she received, she gave a shrug, and a light grunt.
"Your precious beard's still in place, isn't it? Can't be that bad."

So it was going to be like this, wonderful. No such thing as talking things out like the adults they were on occasion. Just all sorts of glaring and grumping, not that he didn’t mind the silence, but Marian had a way of affecting the mood and he had plans tonight. Plans that didn’t involve feeling guilty over something he’s supposedly done.
”Call me crazy, but I have this funny feeling that you might just be a little angry at me.”
#sexiestbeard#i forgot what ur tags said cuz varian interrutped me#but all things considered#my url is great thanks v much
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There's an abundance of things she felt the need to smack his head against the wall for-- but none of them carried a name. Perhaps she had felt a little neglected, but who wouldn't? It made him feel worse than he likely was; she was the asshole of the two, after all. Can't have that reputation sullied.
"Lots of air outside, yes. What do you want?"

He’s somewhat leery and for good reason too since she’s angry at him. What he’s done this time is beyond him, but he’s quite certain it’s deserved. The real question is what sort of retribution she plans on exacting for whatever slight he’s done to her this time.
"So… nice weather we’re having."
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The bottle was waved about some more, the liquid inside long reduced to few remaining drops. It wasn't sufficient in amount to influence the Champion noticeable, but she let a light sigh slip past her lips nevertheless, be it of weary or content nature.
"That attitude is why the young ladies of Kirkwall only quietly shake their heads at you. Contrary to popular belief, smiling is not going to kill you. Unless there's some ancient elven god meant to end you whenever you feel slightly happy, which, honestly, I wouldn't really put past them."
slowly, he was starting to get used to having random visitors roaming around the house. not that he cared much, as long they were only his friends. fenris’s evenings were always dull, thus company was not denied. emerald optics stared at the apostate, faint amusement written on his visage as he noticed the bottle in her hand.
❝ perhaps. i would like to keep my ‘broody’ image as it is. no need to be eloquent when there’s only you&&isabela visiting from time to time.❞
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Boastful chuckle passes over chapped tiers, dimpling upon a scruffy visage. That had been some news to hear, at least more amusing than the past few days. Fingers drum idly against the edge of said table. She seemed more than satisfied with herself — pleasant by all consideration. ” Shit, really, Choir-boy? I thought he wasn’t speaking to us after what happened last time. Do you think he has any coin left to lose? I’ll settle for shame if not. Isabela’s gonna be pleased. “
It was apparent that the Champion's face lit up with joy, features appearing warmer; often the such was a clear sign that trouble would soon follow, in this case the casualties would be limited to one matter, and that matter would be Sebastian Vael's dignity. "You bet. The Chantry sisters are less fond of me than they were before, if that's even possible. Get him enough drinks and I'm certain he won't think it too bad! Or perhaps he won't remember any of it. Just for the record, I will neither hold back nor be held liable for anything I do that evening."
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Shout at my muse to see how they respond:
"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"
"It’s not fair!"
"I could kill you right now!"
"Knock it off!"
"Screw you!"
"You’re a complete moron!"
"I love this song!"
"Bring that here!"
"I hate you!"
"I’m pissed off!"
"Make me!"
"I wish you’d never been born!"
"I bought ice cream!"
"Kiss my ass!"
"Shut up!"
"I can’t do it anymore!"
"Take me home!"
"Just kiss me already!
"I can't be in love with you!"
"I can't believe this!"
"Piss off!"
"I wish things were that simple!"
"I love you!"
"Jump off a bridge!"
"You’re so hot!"
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dantesheaven replied to your post:dantesheaven replied to your post:dantesheaven...
wait what okay
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"This, dear sister, is the perfect idea for the perfect business. Imagine what the people would pay. I know I'd pay to see that."
“ Maybe we should put them in a small space and throw coins in there to see how they’ll right over them. ”
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dantesheaven replied to your post:dantesheaven replied to your post:[20:04:47]...
also i’m the smaller spoon always
i call dibs
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dantesheaven replied to your post:[20:04:47] skyhold’s sex bomb: can the hawkes...
if you feed me i’m in that’s a no brainer
pee on the bed and ur sleepin on the street otherwise we're good
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Her feet found the surface of the table, arms folded before her chest as she regarded her friend with a broad grin. "Guess who just managed to make Sebastian Vael, his royal chastity himself, agree to play Wicked Grace with the rest of us?"
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{ tall prick } replied to your post:"Look who's talking about short dwarves..."
"Sorry can’t hear you from up here, get a ladder"
"I'll get you one to get off my back with."
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[20:04:47] skyhold's sex bomb: can the hawkes adopt dante tho [spongebob narrator voice 'one ask laturr'] [20:25:43] skyhold's sex bomb: I TAKE IT BACK WERE NOT ADOPTING DANTE
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"Do let me watch. Dwarven wrestling is my favourite kind."
“ Kick them? I can do that. ”
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"Look who's talking about short dwarves..."

”You know what they say about tall strangers making fun of smaller ones.”
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"I think the cure for it is called 'not drinking the blood of the Maker-damned', but that's just a speculation. I do hope those plants are particularly pretty."
"Don’t worry, it’s on my to-do list, right after ‘find a cure for the calling’ and ‘don’t forget to water the plants’. I’ll get to it eventually."
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"Kick them. They're dwarves. The especially short kind. Think of the positive side! And tell me when you've found it."
“ So short answer, should I punch you, or should I punch the merchants? Hint, the answer is both. ”
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