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here lies supreme tranquility. the sea doesn’t belong to tyrants. on its surface they can still exercise their iniquitous claims, battle each other, devour each other, haul every earthly horror. but thirty feet below sea level, their dominion ceases, their influence fades, their power vanishes.     

        “ between you and me, jules verne is my favorite .”

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THE  QUESTION  POSED  IS  INNOCENT  ENOUGH,    but  the  woman  hesitates.   that  beatific  smile  faltering,   if  only  for  a  moment,   fingers  wandering  around  the  rim  of  her  glass.   ❝  my  home  is   gone.  ❞   swallowed  up  by   f i r e,   drowned  in   snow.   her  last  memory  of  the  town  she’d  run  barefoot  through  as  a  child  is  one  of  absolute  terror.    ❝  i’d  planned  to  leave,   after  the  conclave.   i’d  spoken  to  one  of  the  knights  .  .  .   ❞

gloved  fingers  reach  to  brush  her  hair  from  her  eyes,   and  with  it,   the  sadness  from  her  face.   she  looks  back  at  him,   a  half  -  smile  upon  her  lips,   a  simple  shrug  of  her  shoulders.    ❝  ANDRASTE  GUIDED  ME  ELSEWHERE.  ❞   glass  raises  to  her  lips.   his  turn. 

❝  what  of  yourself  ?   surely  you  wish  to  see  your  sisters.   i  always  wanted  real  sisters  —-  not  just  the  ones  in  the  chantry.  ❞

   “  honnleath  isn’t  exactly  home  anymore.  well, it  is  but.. after spending most of my life traveling with the templars       each encampment became a new home. whichever  is  left  of  honnleath... i’d imagine it’s flattened from so many darkspawn  .”   the  answer  is  avoided;  as  much  as  cullen  would  truly  like  to rebuild  the  old  farm  and  bring  refugees,  his  heart  breaks  for  the  lost  memories  turned  to  ash.  

   “  mia, branson, and rosalie are all doing just fine without me-  though you couldn’t  tell  by  the  letters  mia  sends.  i’m sure you’ve read them  .”  part of being an agent spy is being resourceful;  & cullen hardly cares for a breach in privacy, just as long as it is only isabeau. 

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                 ❛   Do  we  have  any     additional  news?     Regarding  .  .  .   ❜     Her  voice     trails  off     for  a  moment  and  a     flush     spreads  across  her  face.     Behind  her  she  knows  that  the  breach,     although  no  longer  growing  in  size,     is  still     a  threat     and  it  terrifies  her.     She  draws  in  a  soft  breath,     lips     partially     open  as  she  tries  to  wipe  away  the  fears  from  her  mind.     But  how  could  she     calm     her  nerves  when  her  fears  were  hanging  just  above  her  head,     in     constant     sight?     It’s  green  glow  a     wicked     reminder  that  their  lives     hung  in  the  balance.     Kenna  knew  he  must  see  how     frightened     she  truly  was  just  by  gazing  into  her  eyes.     ❛   Regarding  the  breach?     Is  there     anything     I  could  do?   ❜

                 She  already  anticipated  his  answer.     No,     Kenna.     There  is  no  news  and  there  is  nothing  you  can  do.     She  felt  helpless,     knowing  the  the  Inquisition  was  her  only     hope     of  surviving  through  this.     If  the  Herald  and  the  Inquisition     failed,     what  kind  of  a  world  would  be  left?     Certainly     not     a  world  fit  for  a  child.     Kenna  swallows  back  her  fears  once  more,     putting  on  the     facade     of  a  calm  exterior  despite  the     chaos     she  felt  within. 

                 ❛   I  just  feel     silly     standing  around  doing     nothing     when  everyone  around  me  is  pulling  their  weight  and  helping     the  cause.   ❜

      “  with  the  chantry  up  in  arms?  hardly.  we  can  hardly  get  a  bloody  word  in          all  the  complaining.  ( disgusted  sigh. )  makes  me  wonder  why  i’ve  ever  had  faith  .”   cullen  speaks  of  chancellor  roderick,  a  hard  working  man  that  surely  utilizes  his  sharp  tongue  without  filter.  the  barracks  beneath  the  haven  chantry  were  his  only  means  of  escaping  the  constant  bickering     even  if  josephine  tries  her  best  to  calm  these  visitors.  not  a  soul  in  this  village  truly  opposes  the  andrastian  chantry,  and  if  you  had  to  ask  the  newly  appointed  commander,  would  rather  put  up  with  the  headache  than  start  another  civil  war  atop  the  rebellion.    “    it’s         ”

    there’s  little  room  to  land  on  an  appropriate  explanation.  the  breach,  as  their  rift  apostate  explains,  is  alive.  each  tear  damages  the  sky  and  the  land  with  the  risk  of  demonic  corruption;  as  if  the  blight  wasn’t  enough.

      “ it’s  turned  out  to  be  far  more  complicated  than  i’ve  anticipated.”   the  warrior  speaks  rather  quickly  to  avoid  his  tone  echoing  towards  rotten  ears.  not  that  he  cannot  handle  the  situation,  or  the  soldiers,  it’s  the  unknown  that  puts  him  on  edge.       “  you’ve  been  plenty  of  help  already.  the  refugees  have  you  to  thank  for  such  support,  i’ve  word  they  absolutely  love  your  cookies  .”       &   she  had  to  of  been  one  of  two  bodies  to  use  the  kitchen  in  this  run  down  safe  house.  if  only  half  of  it’s  visitors  knew  the  previous  residency,  maddened  blood  mages  wrapped  up  in  unfathomable  curses.  

     “  i  could  use  some  help  retrieving  firewood  past  the  lake,  if... you  don’t  mind  accompanying  me .”

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❛     YOU’VE  NO  NEED  TO  APOLOGIZE    .   .  .     you’ve  done  nothing  wrong───────     but  yes,  that  sounds  quite      .   .   .     DELIGHTFUL,  actually.     ❜

       “  then  let  this  be  my  treat.   as  much  as  i  d e s p i s e  orlais,  they  have  the  best  coffee       and..  ( clears throat. )  pudding  .”    cullen  tries  to  make  light  out  of  what  he  deems  to  be  a  date,  or  plans  to  become  a  date.  nonetheless,  he  smiles  &  promptly  pulls  out  a  gold  trimmed  chair  for  his  stunning  company.

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[x]                             (Credit to FluffyNinjaLlama for the footage)

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lone-blade 

     —”Funny seeing you again.” He stands before the Commander; older, perhaps wiser, taller, and broader ( as war tends to make hard the men she takes under her wing. ) And yet, that familiar grin still rests upon lips—-one so very HAWKE. “To think you would be Commander, and I would be training your men.”

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     “  i  may  be  rusty,  but  i  still  know  sarcasm  when  i  see  it .”  nevermind  the  quick  side eye  look  that  cullen  shoots  at  carver,  but  the  double  take  that  renders  the  commander  stupefied  to  see  him  here.      “  maker’s  breath..  does  cassandra  know  you’re  here?”

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                                          you look at who you used to be                                           you look at who you want to be                                                ——– and you let one go

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oftevene 

leoaegis started following you

     “ — why, how pleasant! the knight commander himself,       and not a moment too soon. you’ve an INCREDIBLE       timeliness about you, rutherford. 

              now, hold on to this, will you? “

a question that read to be more of an ultimatum, when he has the charred remains of one lifeless varghest; the hind leg of one recently deceased varghest, cleaved clean by the stump. the stench of acrid purification was heady, sharply delving into the nostrils in an offensive miasma under the intensity of the western approach’s heat.       

        “ i’d  rather        ”    cullen  wasn’t  given  much  of  a  choice,  once  the  belonging  was  forced  into  armored  grasp.  true,   the  smell  was  strong  enough  to  alarm   even  the  dead  back  to  life,  &  to  which  made  it  rather  difficult  to  keep  his  own  wits  in  tact.     

        “  why  hand  me . .  this ?”   as  if  he  doesn’t  already  have  his  hands  full  with  a  heavy  long sword  &  templar  shield.

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Though all before me is shadow, Yet shall the Maker be my guide. I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Beyond. For there is no darkness in the Maker’s Light And nothing that He has wrought shall be lost.

-Trials 1:14

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    do  you  like  halloween?  mages?  want  to  live  forever?. .  or  revenge  on  an  enemy?  call  your  neighborhood  graveyard  girl,  teegan  anaxas               a  mortalitasi  oc   /  necromancer,  daughter  of  an  inquisitor  trainer  of  the  dragon  age  series.  seriously,  you  want  her  on  your  side  for  blights  sake.  ;)     @blkmagics

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vallaslined:  

     “ ONLY ME. ”

     spoken in a matter-of-fact tone, with the detachment of a woman who was far too used to being a casualty. cullen’s worry radiated through his every pore, showing a vulnerability in him that the elf had never gotten to witness during her time in kirkwall. it caused her to look up, to see the commander as a man, rather than a figure of torment, and if only for a moment, ivani felt the need to help him.

     “ the templars respect you, ser. ” she assured, tentatively. “ if you order them to back down, the mages will follow suit– but time is of the essence. ”

      the  mage  rebellion  worsens  with  this  civil  war.  &  he  has  his  own  knight-commander  to  thank  for         deceased  or  not.  mages  have  always  been  vocal  about  their  displeasure,  whereas  templars  kept  their  mouths  shut  and  endured  whichever  hardship.   true, some  are  a  but  too  bullheaded,  as  was  cullen  before  the  chantry  disintegrated  along  with  the  majority  of  kirkwall.      “ i  can  try,  but  we  might  have  to  bring  hawke  to  mediate  the  mages  .”     

      for  now  he  steps  closer  to  his  elvhen  comrade,  making   sure  her  casualty  is  nothing  worthy  of  cole  making  an  appearance.    “ i  know  it’s  hard  to  not  get  in  the  middle  of  things,  but  please  be  more  careful .”

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loveardently 

      “ Lots of people are terrifying, given enough time. ” Words mumbled, hands folding on her lap. Someone who was adored by some could be feared by others. People were peculiar creatures, after all. Their fears and phobias stemming from something within their own mind. Many feared templars ( herself amongst them, she supposed ), many feared mages. Some feared the Chantry and others flocked to it. “ Once a person is granted perspective, they aren’t likely to be fearful. ”

  Saskia took his words in — absorbing them with a subtle nod of her head. Eyes downcast as they searched the back of her mind. Math wasn’t a strong point. Most learning wasn’t her strong point; been so ripped from knowledge for so long. Still…that certainly had been some time ago, had it not? Fingers toyed with her bottom lip out of habit as the thoughts began to turn over and over and over beneath her ebony haired crown. “ So quite some time. Most ex templars I know are still hooked. ”

      “ You’re doing better then. Do you truly wish to throw it away because of a moment of weakness? That was - if I may be so bold - brought on probably by the withdrawals…but I also don’t know shit about it so. ” Shoulders heaved in a nonchalant manner; lips in a demure smile.

       “  it  is.  sometimes  it’s  far  worse.  but  you’re  right,  i  must  look  forward.  maker  only  knows  i’ve  no  time  to  linger  with  my  past .”  still  he’s  drowning  in  embarrassment  from  a  brought  on  temper  tantrum.  the  commander  frets  more  than  most,  gives  far  less  credit  to  himself  than  what  needs  to  be.  although  his  facial  expression  remains  distraught  for  a  few  moments,  the  man  is  none  other  than  happy  to  have  such  a  supportive  inner  circle.   resting  is  rare,  and  when  he  finally  gives  in  to  such  stubbornness  to  breathe  easy,  sits  at  his  desk  with  a  stack  full  of  reports  and  letters.

     “  i  should  reply  to  my  sister. thank  the  heavens  theres  no  way  to  hex  mail,  it’d  be  screaming  at  me.  ( sighs.  )  have  you  any  suggestions?  my  wording  always  seems  to  make  her  even  more  mad  .”    a  simple  timely  response  would  suffice,  if  only  he  didn’t  avoid  his  family’s  inquiries.  he  was  safe,  afterall,  but  they  still  have  every  right  to  worry.   kirkwall  was  a  disaster.  but  times  have  changed-  cullen  has  changed.

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    do  you  like  halloween?  mages?  want  to  live  forever?. .  or  revenge  on  an  enemy?  call  your  neighborhood  graveyard  girl,  teegan  anaxas               a  mortalitasi  oc   /  necromancer,  daughter  of  an  inquisitor  trainer  of  the  dragon  age  series.  seriously,  you  want  her  on  your  side  for  blights  sake.  ;)     @blkmagics

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maniacollision: 

“it’s not a burden. i find sharing our problems with others is what helps us solve them. besides, if this is a danger to you – or to anyone, i need to know.”

      “  right.  of  course.  i didn’t  mean  to  push  you  away  with  my  rudeness.  it’s  just        ever  since  kirkwall-  these  past  few  months  have  been  torture  without  lyrium .”

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rewatching legend of the sword, i’m going to start adding detail into c.ullen’s templar abilities. seeing the magical extent of excalibur, made me really think about how the order’s weapon & shields work. plus, i wouldn’t turn down the idea of his huge sword being enhanced by dagna.