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She couldn't help the beeming smile on her sleepy face at the feeling of his forehead on hers. Though she was a fan of any sort of affection between them. She'd forgotten what it was like to sleep alone, and when she did it wasn't permanent. Stealing one of his shirts to sleep in still wrapped her in comfort. She'd never thought she'd belong to someone, and not in a possessive way, but in a strong partnership. She was also greatful that he welcomed her into his life. She wasn't just someone he slept with, or just a friend.

"I'm sure they would love to stop holding that grudge," a teasefilled laugh as she slowly closed her eyes for a moment before opening them once more to look at him. The hand on rest on his side slowly running along the curve of her swollen belly, feeling the slight bump that wasn't there a few weeks prior.

"You're happy, right? I know there's been a lot of change since the accident...." Her eyes softened, like doubt had crept into her mind and she wanted to make sure. If he didn't want this life, or just not this life with her, she'd want to know, no matter how much is would shatter her.

The only desire she wanted was their child to be born healthy, and they can settle into being a happy family. She wanted that future with him, the type of family she'd never had.

He gave a small nod. He'd double check that he had it typed into his phone when Cassandra finally got up. There was no way in hell he'd be missing it. Part of it was excitement at getting to actually see their child...well as well as a grainy ultrasound image could show them. The other part was nerves and the need to know that everything was fine and normal and the baby wasn't missing a head or something else crucial.

"I suppose we can't really keep it between us much longer." Jasper acknowledged. Eventually someone would notice Cassandra's growing belly. They'd definitely notice when she went into hospital and came out with a baby. A baby which might look like a carbon copy of one of them and that would definitely give the game away.

Jasper leaned his head forwards, pressing his forehead against Cassandra's "We'll tell them together. It might even make them forgive us for the food poisoning." He wondered how heavily it weighed on her that she didn't have family like he did in this situation. She didn't have siblings to share her happy news with or parents. The best he could do was offer what he had and hoped that made up for the lack.

Well...she could have a family. Her, the baby and...well, him.

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There was always a mystery surrounding the Wardens, especially in Nevarra, they never really had many, since the Blight wasn't a threat there as it was the rest of Thedas, the dead can't be blighted, so they essentially could raise and army to defend against the blight without it's spread.

She listens to his explanation, she understood it, and the more she learned about the Wardens it made sense. It still made her skin crawl, especially knowing how organic the blight has become.

She brought her drink to her lips again with a persed smile as she placed the drink down. "My first time interacting with a blighted corpse, seeing what it did to the body while I prepared it for burial in the Necropolis. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards," a pause as the smile grew more in humorous irony, "so of course it's around every corner now. I still get nightmares about D'Meta."

THE WARDEN props an elbow up on the table between them, and he stretches his long legs out with a contented sort of sigh. No doubt every joint in his lower back POPS with the movement. "Aye, they can be." he looks puzzled; the skin between his brows puckering as though he struggled to find the right way to explain his ailments.

"Before, in Kirkwall, it was simply a hum. Idle and always there, but easy enough to ignore. While with the Inquisition it was ---more intense, less a hum or song and more marching orders." Carver tilts his head just so. "It rendered me useless on some occasions, which you can imagine is less than opportune for a commander," and he shrugs. "But now, this? It is something else entirely. It sounds different, feels different--Maker it taste different." his tongue wets his lips as if to make a point.

"Whatever this is, whatever we just saw. I have never felt it, and I doubt anyone living now has."

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@sunniethunder

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Not many would notice, or take the time to notice, the difference in how mages casted their spells. The movements often changing depending on the ritual or spell itself. She was surprised at first at the question, but she nodded a bit with a smile on her face.

"Yes. It's typically a method depending on how one sees the fade and how the spirit controls the dead. So when I raise a skeleton, I see the skeleton as a puppet, needing the support of the spirit or my magic, so that's how I flow the magic."

Perhaps a bit odd, she knew Emmrich was more like conducting music, she'd seen others who made movements like urging them from the ground. "Meanwhile with my ice, I do more gliding movements when I conjure up the magic to fling it into an enemy."

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"I've noticed that it almost looks like..." Lucanis makes a motion with his hand, mimicking what he's seen Cassandra do when communing with the dead, "... puppetry when you use your necromancy."

His experience with necromancy is limited, of course, finding the practice to be rather a waste of hard work, but he cannot deny he is curious. "Is there a reason for this, or is it personal preference?"

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|| NEKROTISCH || original fantasy character; multifandom; multiverse.

Cassandra Kühn - Necromancer; protector of spirits and the dead; Spirit of Dianthus.

With verses for various works including Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate, and others.

Exploring the concepts of death, abandonment, The Reluctant Hero, shedding past traumas, and holding your heroes accountable.

Written by Macaron (30+, she/her)

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@lone-blade || ♥

Cassandra often preferred tea, but when late nights working on replies to their growing allies, and waking up early from an accidental conversation with the elven god of lies and trickery, something stronger was needed.

She had made a pot, so seeing Carver walk into the dining hall, she poured him a cup. His reaction certainly proven her assumption right that it was a needed relief for a sleepless night. Her eyes fluttering to gaze at her hand feeling his fingers brush the back of her hand before lifting back to his face with a sleepy smile on her lips.

"I wasn't sure how you take it, but I have an entire pot being kept warm if you want more," gesturing towards the corner of the dining hall where the chair and couch had been placed for a more relaxed place to unwind when not wanting to occupy the large table.

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@corvidwrought :

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

weirdly specific headcanon questions || accepting

Using the term demon, get her to smile, or just use Flauschi he can tell most likely.

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@fioletowaroza :

"my heart feels cold as ice."

tell me i'm pretty || accepting

Cassandra was at her local favorite bookstore when she noticed one of the workers looked like someone walked over her grave. She approached, asking if she was alright, when given an answer that matched exactly what she looked like.

While Cassandra was a medical professional, it's been awhile since she worked on the living. She was sure that it wasn't a literal sense, "Here, how about you sit down until it passes."

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@littlehoundthings :

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity? What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

weirdly specific headcanon questions || accepting

Fun fact she'd often share is you can tell the age of a person by their bones, like one would a tree.

Worst gift she's ever been given? Probably a meal that contains meat.

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@bloodlaurel

REVERSE + [ STRIPTEASE ]

less cringey nsfw prompts || accepting

After so many years being together, one would think they were used to juggling their responsibilities and a healthy sex life. This time they were able to sneak away and just spend time together, no responsibilities for two weeks, was the first time they would be able to relax. A chance for them to enjoy the fact they were finally married after so many years, that she was officially Cassandra Trevelyan.

Of course Cassandra had packed a few new pieces of matching underwear sets for their time at the seaside villa they were calling home for the next two weeks.

All the windows and doors were open, letting in light but not to much, and the wind and sounds of crashing waves into the bedroom. She had taken the time after settling in to wanting to freshen up in the bathroom to change.

Emerging into the bedroom wearing a black lace dress that only covered her torso she walked to the chair Jasper had made himself comfortable on. "So we have the entire place to ourself," she spoke in a seductive voice as she settled to standing above him, legs on either side of his knees as she made eye contact. She reached up, pulling the single ribbon tie at the top of the dress, the fabric draping open to reveal the hints of a purple and black strappy lace set underneath. Just a glimpse less than an inch, the occasional wind of the open windows ruffling the fabric, revealing more of her stomach and breasts before returning to its place.

"I wonder how you plan to spend it with your wife."

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@fiendishfinesse :

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 Raphael 😌

smash or pass || accepting

"I'm not going to say yes, but it's also not a no."