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charles bingley tyrne hale being an adorable cinnamon roll  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧.

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“You should never bottle up your emotions,” I say, kicking seventeen Emotion Bottles™ under the carpet.

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catalinasms:

a smirk formed across her features, replacing the SCOWL that was there only moments ago. “i think it’s only fair. besides, it’s the GENTLEMEN thing to do.” the last bit of her words was mere sarcasm, for she didn’t quite care about the ‘gentlemen thing to do’ “if you’re going to sit here, you might as well tell me your name.” 

“of course.” he took his tankard with a short nod and took a long draught as the barkeep busied himself with the woman’s poison, whatever it was. “tyrne. s’a pleasure.”

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garrett-tethras:

“But they’d be beautiful little bits and one could sell them to fanatics as bits of some surfacer god. I could turn a profit but I wouldn’t do that. I like you too much and if you ever decide to travel with dwara my company would be glad to count you as one of us. Give you a little time to grow a beard you’d be a giant dwarf with incredible powers of healing” Garrett paid the other man the compliment with a smile meaning every word. They fell onto trouble upon the road beset by bandits - they showed them but without Tyrne they would’ve been lost. It was the deepest compliment a dwarf could give to a surfacer. Chuckling he pointed to a box off to the side. “You should see the scraps of metal I play with - trinkets for my sisters and little brother to play with once I’m done with them. Made my mother a necklace for her name day - shimmers like I imagined the stars would.”

“By the maker... At least I’d fetch a pretty sum for my dismembered corpse I suppose?” Tyrne never liked thinking of gore such as that but in the moment if there was anyone he could help it was like something would flip in his head, like the magic overrode any sense of foreboding at viscera. He brushed his fingers across his clean-shaven chin before a laugh bubbled out from deep in his chest. “You’ve got a deal, I might have to take you up on that one day. Giant healing dwarf sounds like a good life... Thank you.” Garrett was sincere down to the very bare bones of the words and that warmed something in him immeasurably. Tyrne listened raptly, crafting and creating was such an amazing thing to him. “How do the real thing compare?” He murmured quietly.

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marccussvilyari:

“It’s going well then?” Marcus asked with a grin, nodding at the animal in his arms. “Aye.” Marcus nodded, fully aware of the boys pain. “I used to work for an old Blacksmith and ended up doing my own work and then his on top.” Marcus shook his head “Taught me a lot though. May not have got credit for the work but i was still doing it.” Marcus smiled “Mind, i don’t do it now thank god. It was boring work.” Marcus then nodded to the Fox “Are you going to keep him then?” The larger man arched an eyebrow “I mean….you can’t not really.”

“Well, I was never as good with people as I am with animals but... It’s going pretty well.” Tyrne hummed sheepishly, not wanting to jinx his run of fair luck. “Yeah it’s definitely useful, I’m not really supposed to but I have a few friends who I keep as personal patients. I like to help.” He could see Marcus at the coals, striking an iron but equally he looked perfectly at ease wearing said metal. “Seems like being bored while you work isn’t a concern of yours nowadays.” His eyes followed to the weapon at the fair-haired man’s side. “W-well, I suppose if he really doesn’t want to leave I’ll have to. I’ve tried to coax him back into the forest but he’s having none of it.” Tyrne frowned at the fox kit where it rested on his forearms. “If you’re not going anywhere you’re going to have to start actually walking around, I can’t carry you like this forever.”

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i just spent six hours replaying DA: origins and honestly alistair... my lovely sarcastic DUMB bf... honestly.

im really really tired so i’ll get to replies tomorrow, im sorry!!

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I have found that the kind bleed most quietly.

Emma Bleker (via wordsnquotes)

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mcrandus:

         ‘ ———maybe. one could say i’m pretty ACQUAINTED with most taverns through the kingdoms. ah fine, i’m irina, kid. less mysterious now? ‘

“and i suppose all of them pale in comparison to the refined standards this establishment sets.” he murmured, swirling his drink in it’s glass. “kid? wait, now. you can’t have more than a couple name days on me. i’mtyrne. nice to finally meet you irina.”

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catalinasms:

she remained SILENT for a moment, thinking about his words. “fine.” the brunette finally said. “but you have to have to BUY me a drink if you want to sit here.” catalina continued, her eyes fixated on him. 

tyrne chuckled as she grit out her agreement. he’d hardly given her much of a choice, it was true. her sharp gaze was unwavering as he glanced back to her. “ah yes, really twisting my arm by making me buy a woman a drink.” he sighed out wryly before flicking his fingers once again. “and another measure of whatever the lady has in her cup.”

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garrett-tethras:

“Tyrne - I might as well save your life for saving ours. How could I let a friend explode? Friends don’t allow friends to turn into mince meat” The dwarf chuckled as he pulled the pins loose and disarmed the broach. He owed much to the man before him who had nearly lost his hand and more at the desire to touch such a bauble. “You should see the rings, shooting poison darts etc..”

“Might as well, eh? There are definitely other motivations at work here, like you having to clear up the itty bitty pieces of my corpse from all over the place. Awful mess.” Tyrne couldn’t help but wince, one eye squinted shut as Garrett deftly disarmed the jewelry with thick, blunt dwarven fingers. “They really are beautiful though.” He dropped the mocking tone and this one was almost reverent and full of warmth. Aside from hammering horse-shoes the boy had never made anything in his life and he struggled to pick the right words. “I’ve never found a thing that glitters that has ever particularly struck me but...” He nervously cast his eyes to the dwarf’s work and let his fingers dance just shy of it. “That’s certainly changed, you’re exceptional.”

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marccussvilyari:

Marcus reached a hand to his own mouth and pulled the leather glove from his fingers with his teeth. Bare and callused hands reached for the Fox, it’s large yellow eyes strained on the oncoming fingers. Marcus wondered if the little beast could smell him. Really smell him. Smell the wolf in his blood and the moon on his skin. If it could, it didn’t show. A snout raised into the air and Marcus tickled the soft fur below his chin. A gruff laugh escaped him. “Cute little bugger.” he said, glancing to the boy that held the beast. “Patients eh?” Marcus eventually said, moving his hands to behind th Foxs ear for a scratch “Are you some sort of Doctor?”

Tyrne watched the man carefully tug the glove from his hand that was roughly the size of a dinner plate, the motion seemed to keep in mind the little animal before him as he didn’t make any sudden movements. The kit blinked open his eyes at the unfamiliar presence before them and he rubbed his thumb over it’s soft belly encouragingly. At the words Tyrne practically glowed. “Tell me about it.” He huffed, attempting to seem put-upon but failing hopelessly with the affection he radiated. The man was gentle, far gentler than Tyrne had even hoped for. “Apprentice, technically.” He rolled his eyes, “But I tend to end up with most of the practical work, funny how that happens.”

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CHARACTER AESTHETICS - TYRNE HALE of EDAREVIEL

“don’t you dare believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. i do not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me W E A K for trying.” - A.V. 

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marccussvilyari:

Marcus stilled, unsure of how to take the boy or his fox. Towering over him, Marcus arched an eyebrow “Why are you carrying that thing around.?” he asked, but he was inching closer, trying to get a better look.

“I found him near the forest and he was completely lame, his back leg... It was awful. I tried to help him best I could and now he won’t leave and he gets right under my feet when I’m seeing to patients so. The bag.” Looking up at the towering, armoured man he couldn’t help but babble, words streamed past his lips in his Edaverielan accent faster than he could catch them. Seeing the man slipping slowly closer his first instinct was to skip out of his reach but instead he grinned crookedly and very gently raised the kit higher so he could inspect it, still keeping the bundle scooped close to his chest.

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“It... It’s not.” With a sigh, Tyrne gave up trying to explain what he was reaching for, he carefully plucked the fox kit from his healing satchel and cradled the sleeping bundle in his arms. 

Marcus chuckled, crossing his heavy arms over his thick chest “Drawing a blade against me isn’t the best idea in the world…”

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“well how about i just sit here until they arrive, then?” tyrne withdrew the dark hood of his cloak before hopping nimbly up onto the stool. “agreed?” he asked cheekily over his shoulder to her as he raised his hand in a friendly manner to the barkeep, signalling for a drink. 

catalina sat at the tavern, her drink empty before her.  she was getting ready to order another when she heard the stool next to her move. “that seats TAKEN.” she told the person, though it truly wasn’t.