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[selunight-archive]

@ada1r said: ❝ you heard that strange voice too, right? ❞

there was a mixture of relief and horror at the question. at the very least, celeste was glad to know she wasn't losing her mind. but in the grander picture, it could not have been a good thing that something was in their heads. not in the slightest. as she looked toward helena, offering a small nod, celeste tried her best to ignore the uncomfortable awareness of the tadpole behind her eye.

"do we continue on, as it bade us to do?" she asked quietly, gaze flickering between her different companions, her concern mirrored in many of their faces.

[unmak3r]

for helena adair. @ada1r

she peels an apple in her hand absently, the knife having been conjured into existence moments prior; and then realises she has been staring. kelerel blinks her eyes, purple hues (spells of conjuring) giving way to the green hues of her detection spells ... crowding forward in her pupils as they press to the forefront. "forgive me for staring, you bear a resemblance to my dear sister," she speaks of vida, who had returned to ithrea in the months gone. instead of disengaing, kel continues with a genuine query ... "do you know where i could find cheap lodgings in town, or nearby?" she's wandered these lands for the last twelve years and yet still had not seen it all. she can conjure herself a shelter, but it grows taxing and oft incurs annoying questions ... or worse ... from the locals.

[fen-dwxller]

@ada1r liked for a starter !

❝ i know you. you worked for athenril. ❞

haven's walls stretched far, but it did NOT mean that everyone within was unknown. he wasn't surprised that the inquisition had garnered enough traction to get other cities involved such as kirkwall, seeing as though the power of the inquisition was steadily growing, rivaling those of most cities and settlements.

that being said, it still surprised fenris that he would KNOW someone so close to his inner circle. sure, it wasn't anders or merrill, not even hawke ; yet, it was someone whom they had certainly encountered before. he NEVER forgot a face, especially when it came to those who have crossed him before.

" i suppose the INQUISITION is the next best place to harbor mages and elves... especially the dangerous, illegal ones. "

he paused for a moment, before questioning the other. " did you fight during the rebellion ? "

[wilczmin]

@ada1r  .    ‘  bad  fates  do  not  always  follow  those  that  deserve  them  .  ’

geralt  of  rivia  was  not  infallible  .    nor  was  he  invincible  to  the  desires  of  the  human  will  .    he  wished  for  many  things  in  this  world  ,    most  of  which  were  unattainable  ,    some  petty  ,    and  some  ,    in  geralt’s  view  ,    perfectly  justifiable  .    it  was  true  ,    that  he  didn’t  fault  people  on  their  mistakes  ,    insofar  as  they  meant  well  in  their  endeavours  .    but  he  did  fault  people  on  what  they  meant  wholeheartedly  .    some  of  them  ,    to  put  it  bluntly  ,    deserved  to  die  .    by  geralt’s  hand  ,    or  by  some  horrifying  twist  of  fate  that  left  them  terrified  before  their  lives  could  be  fully  snuffed  out  .    either  solution  worked  .

he  looked  at  his  blade  ,    still  drawn  .    it  would  do  no  good  now  ,    when  the  guards  had  gathered  around  the  offending  group  .    they  hadn’t  seen  the  contention  :    but  geralt  had  heard  it  .    they  ,    in  particular  ,    had  thought  they  could  take  their  fun  in  tormenting  a�� poor  soul  .    stony  faced  ,    he  replaced  the  steel  in  its  sheath  and  looked  to  the  elf  who  now  stood  at  his  side  .    where  she  had  come  from  ,    he  wasn’t  sure  .    he  hadn’t  been  paying  attention  .

❛        they’ll  get  what’s  coming  to  them  some  day  .        ❜        he  turned  to  face  her  ,    suddenly  curious  .        ❛        how  did  you  know  ?        ❜        he  couldn’t  have  been  that  obvious  ,    trying  to  find  some  way  to  weasel  behind  the  group  of  churlish  men  .    perhaps  he  had  been  .

▬ *  sentence prompts !            𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .

[goofily-moved]

               Lavender hums thoughtfully, tilting their head to the side before reaching into the handwoven basket at their elbow. They draw out a medium-sized blue flower with a long stem and smile warmly as they hold it out, their gaze twinkling.      ❛❛   A pretty flower for a pretty woman.   ❜❜     It's a completely innocent gesture from the elf, who has a knack for sharing the flowers they pick every morning out in the woods. @ada1r !

[knivesfirst]

"what would you have done differently?"

DEEP CONVERSATIONS - accepting // @ada1r ♠

     Helena couldn't have possibly known just how heavy that question was; the words wrapped around Annie's ankles, weighed her down, threatened to drown her in seemingly endless sorrow. She didn't like questions like this one - the past was a bitter ENEMY, a foe Annie was locked in a endless war with. She did her best not to acknowledge it, to kept moving forward as though she could outrun it. She couldn't.

     Grey eyes slid closed as a deep breath was pulled into her lungs, her chest aching with the effort it took to hold it. It was only when she had steadied her resolve and felt she could speak without her voice WAVERING that she exhaled.

     ❝ Everything. I would have done everything differently. ❞

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧  𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫  [..]

     with   regnarra drumm   and   HELENA  ADAIR   ( of @ada1r​ )

[recitedemise]

She sits, and before the crackling of the fire, seems, like the stars, almost alone. There's that whisper of a river, the far skittering of doe, and saddled with doom and these baffling companions, fear, like crickets, rings sharp as knives. Ah. "I don't blame you for some caution," Gale greets, shattering the silence. Sat there, he stirs their perfectly seasoned supper. "I used a sinister mix of garlic, a whole belly of slow-roasted rothé, and of course, with both a talent and skill you'd be hard pressed to find. If it shouldn't fell your appetite, it'll certainly fell your heart—and fortunately for us, we've enough for seconds."

Wondrous. Gale, in offering, scoops her a bowl. "I won't argue should you avoid conversation, but if you're to indulge in anything tonight, I insist it's a meal."

@ada1r, liked for a starter.

[holyblcd]

@ada1r asked "Hold still..." @ varric !

could this day get any worse? only the maker knew, but dear andraste, this day had been SHITTIER than the shittiest day ever. the otherwise happy dwarf looked tired and old. he just wanted to forget the last twenty-four hours. body ACHED, bones hurt, blood seeping out. he sucked in air as the other treated his wounds. " fuck... "

teeth bit lips, the taste of IRON filling his mouth. " it's a goddam miracle that i still live and breath. " varric had stared death in the eyes several times, but it had never been this closed and honestly? it was TERRIFYING. " is this what it feels like to have a life crisis? " a short lived laughter left him, but there was no warmth in it. only pain. " maybe i should start breeding nugs. "

[princguard-a]

❝ Lady Adair ( @ada1r ) Thank you for meeting me so early this morning. I do apologize for the short notice.❞ Lark greeted and bowed her head a bit in greeting.

As Inquisitor, she always attempted to handle things on her own. Not wanting to burden others with requests and commands, but she had the utmost urgency when it came to this.

Lark smiled softly and crossed her arms over her chest. ❝ I suppose you wonder why I've woken you up. I need your expertise. ❞ she said, getting to the point.

❝ There is something of value that I would like to retrieve but it is hidden in a chateau in Orlais.❞ She instructed.

❝ I wish for you to accompany me there. I have been invited to visit this chateau, and while I entertain our hosts, I would like you to search for it. Worry not about the pay, Josephine will see that you're adequately rewarded.❞

[pivotalmarka]

❛ I'M NOT GETTING PAID ENOUGH FOR THIS , HAWKE ! ❜ a disgruntled shout is sent back towards the war room backward , annoyed grumble escaping soon after as he walks down the corridor . ❛ not getting paid at all -------- ❜ he starts to mutter to himself before he nearly runs headlong into someone . he gasps &* wheels around , wide eyes taking in the smaller form belonging to @ada1r. ❛ ah , sorry ! i didn't hear you there . probably should have been walking correctly , but [...] well , where's the dramatic flair in that ? ❜

[vhenann]

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[korinthiakos]

@ada1r has sent this in: i was hoping the house was haunted. | SEAROWS' GUARD DOG (2022) ALBUM PROMPTS. ( accepting !! )

"Who says it isn't haunted? I doubt they'll beckon to you once you enter the house like that. Ghosts don't have schedules." He speaks forward, grinning: "Well. Consider this. All houses are technically haunted. People have died here, died over there. Likely died in the garden. Died across the street. Who knows what could attach itself to you. You may get a little friend."

[pentaghest]

❝ here it is. high society in all its grotesque glory. ❞  

@ada1r

AS MUCH AS CASSANDRA WAS LOATHE TO ADMIT HER OWN NOBILITY, THE HIGHER ECHELONS OF ORLAIS WAS MUCH WORSE. The Seeker was silent, sitting and stewing at one of the wooden tables set up along the far side of Skyhold's main hall, half-eaten apple left to rot while its owner glowered. A few feet away, Josephine wrangled the Marquis--owner of Haven in name--as he argued with her and tried to tear down the Inquisition's cause.

"It is better for Lady Montiliyet to speak with him, rather than us," Cassandra commented, although it seemed she was poised to leave the table and interrupt nonetheless. She turned her head away sporting a sneer--a new wave of disgust had clearly washed over her.

"High society indeed," she muttered, finally taking another angry bite of her apple. She slammed it down onto the table. "I hate the politics. I do wish that the nobles would simply say what they meant when they meant it!" Here they were, essentially shackled because some Orlesian Marquis did not enjoy that the Inquisition was stepping on his lawn. No proof that Justinia had approved it, he said. The Divine was dead. Cassandra had utilized the writ. What else was there to say?

[melpcmene-arch]

@ada1r had sent this in: ❝ god damn…i was almost a pancake. ❞ @ hawke ! | resident evil: 4 remake starters. ( accepting !! )

He tried to suppress the laughter. This was serious, Hawke had to remind himself. But her reaction was so funny - so were her words. He stood there. His staff - redwood and tall; imbued with magic that Hawke pours in. He used the head of such a staff to hide his smile.

"Are... Are you okay?"

[blightcd]

Nox preferred it cold. Snow or rain, didn't matter so long as it was cold. A preference that certainly fit the corpse-like man. So when he was sent out into the western approach to aid a small group of others his irritation grew.

To protect them from darkspawn? It was an insult to his abilities, especially when there was a "warden" in the little inner circle. Couldn't send him, no, too important to the cause while he stands around making children's toys all day. Grumbling in annoyance as he pushes sweat-soaked locks out of his face, squinting at the blinding sun. Their entire trip on a need to know basis, yet they didn't quite feel he was one that needed to know. He was only meant to stand around baking in the sun, and act as a ward to keep whatever (if any) darkspawn at bay. Truly a fun little trip to make someone feel useful... Their scouting trip truly couldn't be done and over with soon enough.

❝What else is left for them to find here?❞

His annoyance already so evident on his face stained his voice as well. His voice hoarse and low, barely wanting to come out at all. The question posed at the spymaster's little runner.

@ada1r s.