Sebastian Vael: *had, at the very minimum, neglectful if not outright emotionally abusive parents, was basically kidnapped and sent to the chantry against his will, decided to stay in the chantry bc Elthina actually gave him a choice which no other figure in his life had done to that point, found peace and belonging in the chantry, then found out his entire family was murdered, leaving him with massive survivor’s guilt and a throne he’s not even sure it’s right for him to reclaim, breaks his vows to the chantry to chase revenge which he immediately feels even more guilt about, finds out it was an old family friend that ordered his family’s deaths so that’s a fun betrayal he has to deal with, is torn between the peace of the chantry and his loyalty to Elthina or his duty to his home city and people of Starkhaven, despite all the trauma tries to stay optimistic and genuinely wants to help people, never preaches to a unwilling audience and instead engages in actual dialogue about his faith, seriously homeboy even acknowledges the chantry’s flaws but has hope it could be made better, opts to stay in Kirkwall to protect his pseudo-mother figure Elthina from a potential mage rebellion, only for her to die in a catastrophic explosion along with several of his brothers and sisters in the faith, whom he likely knew longer than he’d ever known Hawke and Co., and the chantry that he called home for more than a decade is also lost, and the guy who did it is literally right to next to him ranting about how he had no other choice but to commit wholesale murder, so he is understandably consumed by rage and grief and isn’t in the best state of mind, but if you kill the guy who murdered his chantry family he’s basically a ride or die no matter side of the mage-templar war you choose*
Y’all: ugh what a boring character. i hate his dumb temper tantrum at the end of the game. wish we could kill him.
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hold me while i bleed:
a beautiful supernova of crimson surrounding us
until i can feel is you
and the beating of your heart
echoing every drop of blood on the clean, white tile.
oh, i've soiled your hoodie--it's spreading;
and i can feel my heart begin to slow-
won't you wait here with me, darling?
hold me together while my wounds weep?
it will be alright if i go like this;
in your arms with your starry eyes staring down at me.
i don't need my breath anymore-
just the warmth in your smile and
your hands in my hair and
your lips at my cheek,
those tears coating my face
until all my brain can register is you.
if i die tonight, i'll do so happily;
you know i wasn't meant to last long anyways.
but i'll hold you in my heart as i cross that threshold;
drink in the sight of you
and the sound of your voice urging me to stay awake
as the warmth slips away from me
and your hands dig into my arms,
begging me to hold on
until the ambulance sirens pierce the night.
it will be too late for me, love-
my soul will have already left-
but, i know you'll plead with me
to hold on just a bit longer
and smile up at you like i did before.
if it will help, i am only sleeping,
dreaming of us swaying together,
like sunflowers in the wind.
you needn't know what greets me on the other side-
my fears and flaws and the demons i've been chased by for far too long.
know i am thankful;
know i love you more than anything, and even this can't take that from me.
i would rather no one else holding me now,
cradling my face as my heart comes to a stop.
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