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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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okayy i warned the other day tht i was moving vic to a fresh blog and its go time friembs im boutta head over to @guiltsworn !! ill be following ppl for a bit but u can always make it easier on me LMAO

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( ISHBEL. )

└ ⚔ ┐——   ❝ In any other situation I would agree with you and                            go in now but there is definitely something in that                        village. It’s quiet. Very, very quiet. Did you notice?                            No animals, no birds, no insects. Nothing but the                            still air.  ❞

It would be foolish to dive in head first against something they had no real knowledge of. Ishbel thought on the Warden and wondered whether or not she was still alive. Was there something in the village more powerful than anyone anticipated? Ishbel pushed the thoughts away as she took a deep breath to bring herself back to an even keel. Another deep breath in and the veins around her eyes started to bulge as she shifted her vision only. 

Ishbel’s eyes gave off a faint glow in the darkness as she looked out towards the village to see if she could spot any movement. She focused hard until she spotted something shambling in the distance. She fixed her eyes on it and saw that it was what looked like a young woman though her movements were irregular. The woman jerked violently as she walked and her steps wavered as she moved. 

No sooner had Ishbel spotted her was she spotted. She and the woman looked each other in the eye before the shambling husk let out a loud cry that lead to a rumble coming from the village. 

❝ So much for rest. ❞ she said,  ❝ To arms. We’re about to be welcomed. ❞

THE QUIET WAS UNNERVING,  in many senses--------vic never cared for the quiet to begin with, an open invitation for thoughts to grow louder, but this time in particular it was a scary sort of silence,  &  he wished again to be back in skyhold. he was made for STEALTH, for crime  &  the nefarious sort of missions leliana liked to deal with. frightening, battle-heavy things were not his sort.

&  it showed--------as they were, in ishbel’s words ; welcomed. 

the cry made vic jump, his hands going for his daggers in an instant, unsheathing them when ishbel gave the word to do so. eyes trailed in the direction she was looking,  &  vic’s stomach turned seeing the woman--------fighting anything humanoid looking was bound to make this harder. he had a feeling ishbel wasn’t going to care for him very much, after this run. if they lived, of course. 

he made no swift effort to charge into battle, instead positioning himself behind ishbel. fiddling with a dagger, his eyes looked about for a place to HIDE, to potentially put his stealth to good use against any enemies, or something smart like that.

❝ what are we up against, here ? ❞ he whispered, only half panicked, ❝ what do we do ? ----if there’s a rift in there, we can’t very well close it without the inquisitor. ❞

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( GWYN. )

the  look  he  gives  is  some  parody  of  a  statue  and  it  makes  a laugh  slip  from  her  lips,  head  shaking,  “fair  enough,”  she  shakes  her  head,  “what  do  you  think  the  title  of  your  book  will  be,  then?”  gwyn  tries  to  think  of  one,  teasing  but  friendly,  but  she  is  no  author  and  cannot  come  up  with  anything  clever  enough  to  come  close  to  mirroring  varric’s  style.  well  -  not  everyone  is  a  writer,  and  for  good  reason.  gwyn  was  never  inventive  enough  to  craft  stories.

“i’m  glad  you  think  so,”  something  sours  the  back  of  her  throat.  something  akin  to  better  me  than  someone  else.  something  gwyn  swallows  back  and  does  her  very  best  to  ignore.  she  knows  the  risks.  she  knew  them  keenly  when  she  first  picked  up  a  spirit  healing  tome,  felt  the  creases  in  the  binding  and  the  weight  of  the  book  and  the  future  it  held  in  her  hands.  there  are  some  things  that  are  dangerous.  communing  with  spirit  -  even  those  of  compassion  -  can  turn  sour  in  the  turn  of  an  instant.  she  dedicated  herself  to  a  life  of  putting  herself  in  harm’s  way  with  the  first  choice  made  after  her  harrowing.  still  -  she  leans  into  the  fleeting  half - hug  offered  by  vic  with  a  soft - edged  smile.

“ah,  i  see  what  i’m  good  for,”  she  teases,  pressing  a  hand  to  her  brow  dramatically,  “nothing  more  than  slaving  away  over  potions  all  day.”  gwyn  leans  back  a  bit  and  shrugs,  “not  much  good  with  fire  -  i  once  caught  my  sleeve  ablaze  trying,  so … not  my  best  bet.  i  can  use  a  bow,  though,”  not  like  some  of  the  sharp - shooters  the  inquisition  keeps  handy,  but  well  enough  to  fend  for  herself  sometimes.  “and  i  do  have  a  dagger,  i’m  just  not  half  as  graceful  as  anyone  else  who  uses  them.”

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, vic pulls a dagger from his belt, flips it up a short ways into the air ; then fails to catch it, letting it fall down  &  stab into the dirt near his feet. ❝ any old idiot can use a dagger, gwyn. ❞ hands pluck it from the ground  &  inspect the blade, shaking bits of dirt from it, eyes regarding it with the slightest hint of DISCONTENT. useful as they are, vic doesn’t care much for needing to use them. ❝ if it were all about grace, i’d be out of a job. ❞

a small hint of blood on the hilt from his earlier encounter makes him frown again,  &  he takes to wiping it off on his pant leg with mild frustration. looking it over again to check, he tries ever so hard to keep his mind in skyhold rather than in the PAST--------but this doesn’t stop his free hand from floating up to his bruised face, again. 

❝ anyways, ❞ he forces himself to stay present ; gwyn has seen quite enough of his real, melancholy self for one day,  ❝ its good you’ve got somethin’ more than magic------bow, dagger, or whatever. as for the fire, i------ ❞ i could teach you. the words gather in his mouth as an offer he’d GLADLY make, but stay trapped within, his secure comfort with gwyn nearly getting the better of all his secrets. nearly. ❝ ... would stay away from it, unless ya’ want to light yourself up. ❞

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( RED. )

              𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎, if she was to be honest. the more she hears about amos, the more her ANGER BOILS yet so does her fear. he reminded her of her father and his ruthless attitude. malcolm has always been an ODD MAN who would only spare some affection to his children when he wished. she could only remember a HANDFUL of times when she would see him smile, those occurrences becoming more scarce after her mother dies. DEATH was both mercy and a bringer of revelations.

             “ he better be one hell of a marksman, because i won’t be such an easy TARGET. ” she replies with her tone as COLD AS ICE. although she can SMILE BRIGHTLY like her mother, she has always inherited a piece of his cold heart. her eyes fixed onto the target, and as quickly as a blink of an eye, she pulls out another DAGGER and throws. this time, she uses more force than she ever has before. nearly the entire blade digs into the wood at the throw’s power, almost exactly in the center of the bark. her ANGER has always controlled her more than she would like to admit. she sighed, shaking her head as she frustratedly runs a hand through her hair. “ sorry. ” for what, even she wasn’t so sure.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  &  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 made vic jump as a reflex, eyes momentarily going wide as red’s next dagger sunk into the tree just about as hard as his first had. a moment was taken to stare at it  &  contemplate, before he came to a solid conclusion ; red was ANGRY about something. that didn’t seem like much of a stretch.  &,  as always, vic immediately assumed it was his doing, ( such things were almost always his fault, after all, )  &  sheepishly pursed his lips. perhaps she was mad about all the trouble she’d gotten herself into, wishing she’d have just killed him after all.

❝ that’s ... alright. ❞ twitchy hands made their way into his pockets to rest there, standing still  &  staring ahead at the dagger. ❝ are... you ? i mean---------ya’ seem ... mad. i don’t know, sorry. ❞ now he was apologizing,  &  somehow felt guilty for doing so. his overlapping hangovers reminded him they were there, but he frowned, ignoring the sharp pains in his head. ❝ i ... think you’ve WON, though, by the looks of that throw. ❞

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( ARI. )

          SHE FOUND HERSELF WATCHING HIM, grey eyes darkened by sleepless nights and uncharacteristically intense, studying the contours of his face as the flicking light cast shadows upon them. Ariadne had found, some weeks back, that looking at Victor for too long caused her chest to ache and stomach to twist and tighten; she felt stupid, most of the time, for not allowing this to stop her from looking at him, but how could she? Feeling his head press against her hand made it practically impossible.

“ Did your mother know? ” It felt like the sort of thing he would tell her, given how fondly he spoke of her. She couldn’t bear to think of him handling it alone. “ We could find out, if you’d like. Who knows? You might have a talent for healing, shape-shifting… imagine the pranks you could pull off as a giant spider. ”

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, silly  &  stupid thinking of the endless mischief being a shape-shifter would grant him. there was one downside to that idea, however,  &  a brow quirked up as vic thought of it. ❝ that would be funny, but i might end up gettin’ SQUASHED, as a spider. hilarious as a bunch of soldiers goin’ after a giant spider would look, i don’t think it’d be fun for me. ❞

still leaning into it, vic continued to regard this smallest touch like a treasure, content as a stray kitten who’d never been pet before. ❝ but no, to answer your question, i never told mamae. ❞ next to him, his hand lay palm up, in case ari wished to hold it like she had once before. ❝ too DANGEROUS------if templars had ever found me, she’d have gotten in trouble for hidin’ me. ❞

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( ISSA. )

Vic’s chuckle helped some, and she couldn’t help but grin and nudge him back. “I mean it, you ass.” She screwed her face up at the words being nice, as if she’d sooner shovel nuggalope droppings, but softened then. “I am mean. I’m not ashamed of it. I like being who I am, even if I don’t really like me.” Even if she hated who she was, she hated the idea of pretending even more. 

“But it’s accurate. She’s like a little princess, all trussed up and mighty and pretending she’s not so far above the rest of us. Patronizing, too.” She wasn’t, though. Iskra had made assumptions and stuck with them, and her cool treatment had kept a friendship from growing between her and the Inquisitor.

“Besides, it’s too late for that, isn’t it? Everyone knows us, and they know you’re the good one.” She wasn’t used to second chances, least of all with people she hadn’t become close to in the first place. Vic didn’t have a good past either, but he was making an effort. He didn’t hold grudges the way Iskra did, nor did he shrug off anyone who annoyed him in the slightest. He was easy to like. Everyone knew that.

FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS MEMORY, vic borrowed a very particular expression from his mother, one she used to give him when he was being contradictory. the look pinned iskra, a brow raised, lips pulled into a very small smirk. ❝ mm ... three things wrong with, ❞ he waved a hand around, ❝ all that. ❞

then, he held up a finger. ❝ first ; how can ya’ like bein’ who you are, if ya’ don’t like who you are ? ❞ a strange overlap--------he partially understood what she meant, but it was a near impossible feat ; vic quite HATED who he was,  &  never felt better being himself just for the sake of being authentic. the loathing still remained.

a second finger. ❝ next ; if people think i’m the good one, its ‘cause they don’t know me, yet. not like you do. ❞ the reminder momentarily softened his voice again, but he quickly snapped back, now holding up three fingers. ❝ and lastly ; polly is the OPPOSITE of all that. she’s ... kind and caring, bakes a lot of pies. makes real entertainin’ noises if ya’ poke fun at her, and is hilariously shit at teasin’ back. ❞ a shrug was offered. ❝ reminds me of my mother sometimes, too. ------how long have ya’ spoken to her ? ❞

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( EV. )

      a cringe graced her features at the mention of a revered mother. vague memories of the revered mother of her chantry granting blessings to her. she remembered the older woman filling her with promises of a happy life dedicated in service to the maker in evee’s future. growing up she was constantly reminded how BLESSED her life would be, but now she wondered if that was because she was a TREVELYAN and she was expected to be a generous donor to the chantry until the day she grew old and weary.

      ‘ i never grew up around much elves… only a few servants that were refugees from fereldan’s blight, but i’ve never really BEFRIENDED an elf until i was taken to the circle, ‘ she reminisced. ‘ i never understood the fear everyone has… it’s stupid. ‘ she stared at the floor as she spoke and watched as tiny specks of dirt fell from her shoulder. she frowned, immediately knowing who the culprit was without much thinking. ‘ hey, not on my good scarf, ‘ she tugged at the slightly pointy nub at the end of his ear, trying to hide her smirk. ‘ you gave me a dagger that i’m good at waving around in a dramatic fashion. ‘

      after she finished threatening him, she would gather the clump of dirt she had been digging with her dagger and drag it over to his side. ‘ the suffering hasn’t been too terrible. for a while, anyways, ‘ she mumbled. and MAKER, had evee suffered these past few years. she accidentally falls silent as she thinks of what to say next. ‘ if the maker is real and he has decided to keep my alive for this long… i’m scared of what else he has in store for me. ‘

      she swallowed. for a moment she prayed that there was no maker. she was tired of being the butt end of a ruthless god’s joke.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. no way had evee gone through so much, had so many expectations  &  lives put on her shoulders--------only to claim the suffering wasn’t too terrible. vic had experienced the smallest of problems, compared to evee’s life,  &  had hardly even made it. he knew, of course, that she was far STRONGER than him--------but worried anyways, that there was suffering ; just well hidden. he knew a great deal about that. 

but he kept quiet, nodded along to all her words, let evee carry on with every train of thought she had, offering more nods  &  quiet hums to show that he was listening------along with a small laugh, regarding the dirt. 

then when things got quiet again, he drew in a deep breath,  &  sighed out a great deal of exhaustion. ❝ it is stupid, ❞ he hearkened back to her words about elves, ❝ i think near everythin’ is stupid. everyone’s fear of anyone who ain’t a regular human, people bein’ against each other based on religion or lack thereof, that, ❞ he nodded up at the scar across the SKY, ❝ corypheus, the lot. everything’s real stupid, innit ? ❞

his nose scrunched, head flopping to the side to look at her. ❝ but it works, eh ? all this stupid shit------yet you’ve gained new friends and family, i’ve gained ... happiness, for once. its not all been for NOTHIN’, is what i mean------we’re all gettin’ somethin’ good out of it. ❞

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sry for no writing, todays ass and now i have a headache ofc ! im lurkin tho :3c 

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