dreadtrickster

[dreadtrickster]

INQUISITION PARTY BANTER  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition

you... actually look like that?

thank you for remembering. sometimes people forget me.

it's interesting watching you. the way you carry yourself when you use magic.

why are you so angry at your father? he wants to help and you know he does.

no one needs to see my arse.

you're set on being sad forever.

remember, do not use it like a sword.

i'd just eat the cheese.

always knew you were up to something.

you didn't always have a beard.

sometimes love isn't enough.

there were so many wonderful hats.

you're happier now, [name].

you have so many feelings.

i am uncertain whether to believe you.

the world doesn't make sense to them. it's too real.

you're right about that. they would.

do you need to eat? or sleep?

you would stop it if you could.

i can't tug it loose without tearing it.

stop. it isn't about you.

i believe i can work with that.

you have other things to carry.

you're serious, aren't you?

you let it keep hurting because you think hurting is who you are.

it is because you think you have to?

you ask a lot of questions, [name].

why be ashamed? power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.

i'll have to steal that one.

hey, when this is all done, if you ever need my help for anything, you just ask, all right?

maybe you're not a complete moron.

we were having a moment, and now you've ruined it.

i can't believe you drank that swill at the tavern.

i'm well aware you lied to me.

that is... remarkably decent of you.

i don't want to think about that right now.

you need a hairbrush.

when you charge at them, you make them hit you.

i'm curious about you. i had no idea something like you was possible.

how do you want to be remembered? valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo?

it's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.

it's not such a terrible thing. some of my best friends are murderers.

who's judging now?

i know your kind.

i know that what comes out of your mouth is the same drivel that comes out of theirs.

careful i don't club you on the head.

if i had something to say, i'd say it.

if we're going to fight at each other's side, we need to get along.

enough, both of you.

you said i could ask you questions.

how do you get your hair to do that?

do you think we could ever be friends?

killing him won't make anything better.

if you really cared, you could ask.

you caught the eye of a young woman in that last village.

i just need to know you're capable of higher thought. for my own comfort.

i question your reasons for being here.

my reasons for being here are the same as yours.

i think that's the first time i've heard you admit anything is complicated.

what made you change your mind?

i will try to be more like you.

you should learn to watch your back.

i mean. could be naked more. that'd be better.

beardy people are supposed to be jolly.

why are you complaining?

you're smirking again.

right, here we go. what is it from you?

there is no need to tell anyone that.

does yelling while we're walking around count?

stop pointing that at me!

you need a drink or something, you tell me.

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" Do you seek me out for answers or do you seek a bandage to wrap around the wound YOUR people, " Solas's voice does not boom loudly but is heavy and stern as he is sure to take Davrin's words -- meant to hurt like a knife twisted in his chest, but Solas rips that knife out and brandishes it as his own now -- and shoves them right back into his mouth with a righteous look gleaming in his eye. " Created within you because of ignorance. "

As a long and drawn out pause is held between them, Solas looks at Davrin as though he is a disappointed father. From where he stands he sees this conversation no longer holds the ambition of knowledge but instead was, all along, a way for Davrin to seek comfort within himself. Something Solas cannot provide. A pointless conversation now sits before him and that annoys him to no end.

" A willing spirit is NOT an abomination. " he has leapt several bounds over Davrin's points because of a sore spot being pushed. " You only prove me further correct in splitting the veil when your ignorance is worn just as well as the armor you put on every day. You know my regrets and you think that you know me completely, do you not? The memories of my mistakes make me all that I am. "

He takes in a breath, an attempt at regaining composure. " You throw my mistakes in my face and yet, as I try to fix them, bring back everything that was lost to your world... and I am the one at fault. Do you not hear yourself? The world would be whole again. This fragmented reality you sit yourself in will only continue to crumble and rupture. Perhaps you stop me. Fix it for a time. What happens when it all unravels again? Or do you simply believe the past should stay in the past? No matter what mistakes were made? "

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? That I was not supposed to exist? I do! We did not ask to be born, no more than you asked the Titans to steal their skin. And that is your fault. We exist because of you, and you don't even care about as as more than---more than pets. More than animals. Are we---are we caged birds or penned rabbits."

His voice rises, rises, stresses to a crescendo, that ever-so-higher pitch like he's fighting back tears or a scream. It's so childish, it's so childish, it's so, so sad. The Dalish are children begging for their parents' parents' parents' parents' to want them enough to come home, to bless them, to guide them to some Holy City long dead. Daddy comes home from a thousand year nap he took while he was out getting cigarettes---he tells you he never wanted kids in the first place. You were an accident. Unholy, his burden, his folly. You were never supposed to exist. It would have been a greater kindness to The Dalish if Solas had died in his sleep than to say as much. Even if it's true. Especially if it's true.

Rabbit is a word he does not use lightly, a word he has been called callously, carelessly. If Solas thinks him no better than an animal---than let him speak true. What makes you different than the shemlen who call us animals overbreeding in the slums and the woods? Is that what we are to you because we were born from 'human' reproduction? Because we're not spirits?

"I've seen your regrets. I don't think our people--YOUR people---" An accusation, but one Davrin is coming to realize is so untrue he does not stop to pause as he corrects himself, "MY people are part of that, really."

"What do you think is going to happen to us when you tear down the veil? Are we supposed to turn back into spirits? Let them possess us--turn us into abominations?"

"I am myself. I am not caged. I am all that I need to be. I wanted---some kind of understanding from you. I see now that you don't even understand reality. You're too far up your own ass."

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Solas feels almost inspired by the anger that seems to seep from Davrin. Not a loud sort of anger that comes from brutes that just want to throw a tantrum about not getting their way, though. Davrin's bubbles quietly within his chest and Solas can see it building in the Warden's eyes. There is something bitter that comes from your entire world being uprooted but not only that... having it proven right that it was all pretty pointless all along just drives the nail further into that casket.

" And so that makes me the only choice? " he challenges towards the comment of being the only one left. " Because I am the one that survived I must become the root of all your problems? Do you not see how short sighted that makes you? " Of course it is all Davrin's issue, isn't it? The Warden sees convivence where Solas sees ignorance -- or is this all Solas's pride disallowing him from seeing Davrin's side at all? Is it impossible to see a man grieving before him all because of pride? (It must be.)

However, Davrin does make a comment that makes Solas's brow furrow with disappointment. " You think I care so little? " he sounds hurt, the corners of his mouth turning from smirk to frown. " I care so much I did not even want you to exist. To know the horrors of this world in the first place. We were never supposed to be as we are now, do you not understand that? The forms we took -- they twisted us into what you see now. And from that became you. The elves. People who became so lost in time that you began to worship those who would not think twice to chain you. The very 'Gods' I liberated elven people from. "

His disappointment becomes sadness, a weight heavily sitting upon his chest and shoulders as he continues. " How do you free something from a cage when the cage is all it has ever known? I offer to open the canary's gilded door but it snaps at my fingers whenever I try... how will it ever know it can fly? " a shake of the head and a heavy sigh leads him to continue. " Willful ignorance is a sharper weapon for your enemy to use against you than any blade imaginable. "

"Deep down, huh." Davrin swallows around the hot fire coal of a cherry pit of anger. Deep down, deep down maybe he's always known. That's why he left. There was no way the Evanuris could have ever lived up to his clan's worship. No one could. Not even a God. And even the Gods were imperfect. Even in his clan's stories, the myths they told around campfire. Fen'harel was not always the only villain.

"Who am I supposed to blame then?" His words are stern, pitched low and demanding. He is lashing out. 'Da'len, da'len,' Eldrin gruffly smokes and sputters insults in an elfroot haze as Davrin chokes on his own sick and hallucinates the green clouds as The Boogeyman Dread Wolf coming to collect the Halla they're attempting to nurse back to health. 'See with your eyes, not just your heart.' Visions scatter, it's just the deer creatures that nuzzle their nose against his lips---their favorite snack thick in the sick on his breath. Earthy scent of animal, mixed with bitter, oily nausea. Gross. Gross, but not scary. Natural, like the skunky elfroot wafting off Eldrin's pipe as he bickers, or the warmth of his Mother's pale brown palms as she strokes his back until his hiccup sobs fade to sleepy snores.

Da'len always felt llike such an insult. The clans know so little of their whole language----just key phrases, important phrases. They mostly speak Trade, same as anyone else. Child, child, child. You are just a silly, stupid, child. A burden, a fool. Ignorant, naive. You will never learn, learn all our ways, the important ways, the Old ways, the forgotten ways---and, Davrin would grow to realize---they couldn't learn enough themselves to teach him enough to satisfy their own superior sense of mourning. Every word of prayer loops in on itself---apocalyptic apostrophes and paralyzed torniquet turn of phrases, bandaids on wounds about the end of the world that happened right before they were born, in and out of understanding every one around him. Conversations that aren't really conversations, just secrets and passwords and codewords for 'you're not old enough for this conversation, you're not smart enough for this conversation, we'll tell you one day---and what we tell you will just make you sad and tired and want to run away, and you will.'

Is that all it is? Is that all it means to be an Elf? To mourn? To remember that you have forgotten all that matters in this world?

And yet. He wants to know. He wants to know that his people matter. That his life matters. That he didn't mark his face for a villain, or a monster. His childhood is a mess of myths and worship and studying and Elders with tattoos he traced into the sands of Arlathan to remember, remember, remember. It can't all be lies. He wants it to mean more than that. He wants his family---the good and true and kind people in his family---to have chosen something as pure as their intentions. The Gods owe them that kindness. No prayer answered---they deserve Gods who are better than they are, or are at least worthy of their worship enough to change.

"You're the only one left." It's a battle cry, an insult of his own, a challenge. You killed them. Or imprisoned them. Or they're evil now, not that you're not. Are you happy? Are you happy now that it's almost over? Are you happy that every elf suffers---from your oh-so-superior Ancient Gods to those in alienages, those in slavery. What did it all matter? What did it all accomplish?

"If you care so little about us..." What a heavy, poignant us. Elves, the Dalish, people, the modern world, me, it hangs so heavily on the precipice of Davrin's tongue, the highest ridge in Arlathan, another relic in a cavern of stained glass mysteriously revved by Solas's ritual. His brow shakes with stress, a twinge where wrinkles will form years and years from now. He is still so young. Da'len, da'len.

"If you've already killed everyone who matters...."

"Why are you tearing down the Veil?"

"Who does it really help?"

[dreadtrickster]

' you found a way out ' / @winterfromtevinter

A sharp breath is taken in through his nose and held as the sudden feeling of surprise settles within his chest. Neve's voice is unexpected but not unwanted. It only proves that his efforts to push the limits of this prison he finds himself trapped in are worth something.

" Slightly. " He turns fully, facing Neve fully now. There's a certain air around him -- perhaps better described as an aura -- that seems to prove he is not truly here. Not corporeal at least. " Before you go calling for Rook, I assure you I am harmless as I am now. A manifestation of sorts. Here but ... not. "

He looks the Tevinter mage up and down, chin tilting a bit higher. Solas decides it isn't worth a drawn out explanation. Neve should be knowledgeable enough to tie the loose ends together should she not? Is that not her job? Is she not a mage from Tevinter where they certainly know everything there is to know of magic? His face never sours despite such pridefully stubborn thoughts. " Neve Gallus. A pleasure to meet without all of the thwarting of rituals getting in the way. "

[dreadtrickster]

GOD OF LIES, TREACHERY, AND REBELLION ....

solas from the dragon age series / written by maxi / 25+

depending on the story.

[dreadtrickster]

@heartofahalla

“ my soul is looking for a word from god. “ Davrin's tongue swirls in his mouth, the pink muscle of his tongue mashed against fleshy cheek insides, lolled and thrown from top to bottom of his teeth, aimless, as he continues to pound his thoughts against his words with purpose. It would be easy. To shut off the feelings---the doubts---the curiosity. But a part of him has to know, will always want to know. The words come out bitter, as such thoughts often do for Davrin. He is glad that, with Solas, he does not have to worry about offending an Elder he respected or even LIKED. There is no point in being polite. And so the words come out a sad, dull march, the sullen footsteps of a child downstairs from their bedroom, to the kitchen, to get breakfast before going off to school after failing to do their homework and getting a bad grade in Elf. "What was Andruil like? Was she a part of your rebellion? Or was she like Elgar'nan and Ghil'inan?" It's clear enough what he means. I wear her mark, blood writing, the opposite of a mask---my flesh is stained with her spirit. What does that mean---what does my pain mean, for being so visibly different---even from my own kind. What was all of this for?

Solas gives out a light chuckle, a stark contrast against the sullen aura Davrin has brought to the conversation. This chuckle is not out of anything humorous, though. It carries a feeling of I've been waiting for this question rather than a teasing sort of emotion. " You wish to know if the markings on your face belong to someone worthy of your choice of doing so. "

Not the answer that Davrin was looking for but when does Solas ever provide such answers so easily? " I could tell you a million reasons as to why the markings you bear are poor choice... but is that something you truly wish to learn? Would you even believe me if I bothered? " there's no offence that lies within his tone at the last question. Davrin would be right not to believe or trust Solas, and he will happily admit to such as well. Even if he were to speak the truth.

" Deep down do you not already know what the answer may be? ... I will give you the answers you think you may want but not if you are simply seeking me to be your vessel of blame. "

[dreadtrickster]

" i heard them saying that love will be a curse or a restless friend. " / @fatewoven (emmrich) prompt!

" And how poetic is that. " Solas leaves no room for an interpretation of opinion with such a response. He especially makes sure to cover how such a statement rattles the heart within his chest. Almost immediately, the gears within his head churn with thoughts and memories that he struggles to keep at bay. The sacrifices he has had to make to get where he is. (It feels very much like a curse sometimes, though, one of his own doing. A restless friend is maybe far too kind an option for him to steal away with. Regrets buried like cold bodies to be forgotten about and to rot... only for Emmrich to bring them back to light unknowingly.)

Solas remains there with a smile, seemingly unshaken by these words. Nothing more than casual conversation.

Yet the words haunt him. " How do you feel on the matter, Emmrich? " Deflection. The easiest way to get around something he wishes not to fully speak about. If I bat the ball back to you then you have no choice but to take it and, perhaps, toss it back... but I am fully capable of playing this game of toss for quite some time... " I imagine you've some opinion on this view since it seems to have stuck with you in some form. "

[dreadtrickster]

okay listen i still need to work on some kinks for the veilguard verse bc ifykyk but consider the fact i'm a baby and i just want to fucking write things LMFAO

[dreadtrickster]

the electric lady writing prompts.

“ i only want to bring you love. “

“ too long i’ve been out here on my own. “

“ i ain’t never been afraid to die. “

“ i come to give you what you love. “

“ won’t you give me what you love? “

“ i can’t believe all the things they say about me. “

“ is it true that we’re all insane? “

“ i heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal. “

“ will this be my final act tonight? “

“ tell me, what’s the price of fame? “

“ am i good enough for your heaven? “

“ even if it makes others uncomfortable, i will love who i am. “

“ are we a lost generation of our people? “

“ you got a classic kind of crazy. “

“ you got the look the gods agree they wanna see. “

“ i’m where i wanna be, just you and me. “

“ our love will always keep it real and true. “

“ i know sometimes i’m mysterious, and you’re mysterious too. “

“ tonight, i don’t want to be mysterious with you. “

“ war lived in me, but love finally won. “

“ you found a way to break out. “

“ i heard them saying that love will be a curse or a restless friend. “

“ love belongs in movies. “

“ i was scared to fall in love. “

“ i know i was wrong, but can’t you see the harm that’s been done to me? “

“ i wish they could realize that all you’ve ever needed was someone to free your mind. “

“ even in your darkest hours, i still see your light. “

“ you were built to last through any weather. “

“ you’re the reason i believe in me. “

“ you’re the seventh wonder reigning over us at night. “

“ i feel so troubled deep inside. “

“ i wish the tears would roll back in my eyes. “

“ if loving you means fighting ‘til the end, then i’ll fight harder just to win. “

“ i’ll count your every kiss as a victory. “

“ to be victorious, you must find glory in the little things. “

“ to win, you have to lose all the things you know. “

“ there’s a greater love in the little things. “

“ you’ll find a greater love in the little things. “

“ i can’t deal with the hurt anymore. “

“ i can’t live without your love. “

“ i can’t be a day without your smile. “

“ love ain’t never did a thing to me. “

“ they say love is patient, love is kind. “

“ my soul is looking for a word from god. “

“ i’ve got to make my peace. i’ve got to move on. “

“ i wanna feel the real love. “

“ i wanna know what it really means to be in love. “

“ the world’s just made to fade. “

“ i was blind to let you go. “

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what is that old dalish curse? MAY THE DREAD WOLF TAKE YOU.

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