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I AM MOVING!

Last move, I swear.

My experiment here with sideblogs kind of turned out to definitely NOT work. So to help organize things again, get it together and work out hopefully, I’m moving to a new blog. You can locate me at @ebonyhellebore. 

If you want to follow me there I would love you forever. If not I understand and I wish you the best of luck in your roleplaying experience.

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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.

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V. The Savior of Ferelden

Maric didn’t want to be under the deck anymore. He was tired of being inside period, he needed the fresh air even if he needed sleep. He stumbled up the stairs of teh ship, not accustom to ships or sailing. But the moment he hit the deck and the fresh, yet salty, air hit his face he took a deep breath in. He was far too weak for his standards and it bothered him that he probably couldn’t even hold a sword right now. 

Thirteen years.

That’s how long he’s been asleep. He remembered groggily waking up from time to time, suspended in the air or forcefully fed food to keep him alive. But otherwise, he had no memory of anything. Apparently, he had been put into suspended animation, a magic used to control his life from aging and used to heal him easier. The mage was clear in what happened but it shook him slightly. IT was too long, far too long and how much has he missed.

The sound of someone caught him off guard as he quickly went to the defensive, trying to grab a sword only to remember he wasn’t carrying one. But then he reminded himself he wasn’t in danger anymore. These people had helped him, and when he looked up to see who it was he remembered her name clearly. Elena, she’s the one who had helped him. “I thought you would be asleep,” He said as she shifted and leaned up against the railing for support.

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V. The Savior of Ferelden

When it came to situations such as these, the first question many would ask would be ‘is Elena drunk?’, but in this case she was sober. Shocking. After spending a good deal of time pampering the royal with braids in his hair and decorating him with a flower crown, she remained leaned over his shoulder from behind, her hands clutching firmly at his upper arms for support, and offered a sly smirk.

“It suits you well. I’m convinced that this crown looks far better on you than any other. But perhaps I am biased in that regard. I did make it myself.”

With that said, Elena confidently pressed her lips to his cheek as best as she could from her position from behind him, lingering for several moments before breaking the kiss to smirk once more. There was absolutely no hesitation in her gift of affection and after ending the kiss, she remained in her position, leaning over his shoulder. Close enough to spot any embarrassed flush upon her cheeks; of which there were none.

The flower crown he didn’t expect but wasn't surprised. The kiss was a whole nother story. When’s the last time anyone had kissed his cheek? He’s pretty sure it was far too many years and the touch itself left him lost for words at the moment. Even though she had said something, his brain had slightly broken with the assertive kiss on his cheek. “Well, it's, um,” The King stumbled over his words and he already mentally reprimanded himself for acting like a foolish teen. Maric, you sound like you're a star struck boy again, say SOMETHING!

“That’s very sweet of you,” He said and then nearly wanted to hit his head against the wall. Oh yes, that was very smooth Maric, he swore he hasn’t talked to a woman in awhile, and it was all too true. “Though I think the crown would be more suited for a woman of your stature than an old man who hasn’t had the throne in over thirteen years.” To think, he had been stuck for thirteen years, never aging, though missing so much including the blight (which he knew about from an old witch), then there was the templar/mage war, the explosion and death of the divine, and the crowning of his son and who knows what else happened in those years.

He had missed so much.

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dont mind elena. she's just going to carefully braid his hair back and place a handmade crown of yellow and gold flowers on his head. a king needs a crown.

Maric had no problem with Elena braiding his hair. In fact, he enjoyed the gentle touch after not having anything for awhile. What was he told, thirteen years? Alone in a dungeon never knowing what time or day it was, waking up and realizing months had gone by only to be tortured and then put into his suspended animation again. The crown, though, made him pause before a gentle laugh escaped his lips.

“When I thought I was getting my crown back, this definitely didn’t come to mind. It smells much better than my old one though.”

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Knight’s Armor – Italy (likely Milan) ca. 1565 Steel and copper alloy with gilding, leather, and textile

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Maric’s Public Verse List

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Maric’s Private Verse List

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Maric’s Master Ship List

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Maric Theirin Personal Tags

★ Maric / Appearance ★ Maric / Alt Face ★ Maric / Younger Face ★ Maric / Body Claim ★ Maric / Closet

★ Maric / Musing ★ Maric / Headcanons ★ Maric / Aesthetics ★ Maric / Possessions ★ Maric / Skills ★ Maric / Quotes

★ Maric / Meme Answers ★ Maric / Interactions ★ Maric / Desires ★ Maric / Bait

★ Maric / Open Starter