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[alistcirs]

“ it’s — it’s nothing— i just— ”                              it’s not nothing at all , and alistair knows it well . in being split up from the rest of their party , his fighting had become a lot more zealous than before , and perhaps slightly more reckless , too . their mission had been simple : clear out the red templars , secure the watchtowers . but things had become complicated when they’d discovered sahrnian hostages there , and now alistair had a gash in his side , credit to a now-dead red templar behemoth . “ i just — need to lie down , that’s all .” a snowstorm was coming , he could sense it . and with his injury , their limited supplies and distance from any settlement or camp , alistair couldn’t deny feeling a bit concerned — and not just for himself . “ a-are you alright ?” he manages to ask his remaining companion , the young dalish mage he still wasn’t all that familiar with yet . “ you’re not hurt , are you ?”

@finayas

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #finayas #i done itbinch

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iscbelas:

The years have done nothing to nothing to dull the playful twinkle in Alistair’s eyes, though she knows he’s seen horrors that some could only imagine, it seems that it hasn’t aged him terribly as it might some others. He’s different, true enough, but it seems his heart is as it ever was. “Thank you,” she returns in the same tone as he used. “I have often heart myself being described as incredibly empathetic.” She grins at him then, a part of her hoping he’ll trip over while walking backwards – really take the authority out of his voice. “Stale bread and no cheese, I wasn’t exactly expecting carpets to be rolled out for us, but even a little luxury might have been nice for the famed Grey Warden, Alistair.” She’d had worse, some of the camps while she’d been travelling with Hawke had been abysmal, but she’d survived, enjoyed them even, if only for the company. She keeps pace with him when he turns, eyes focused on the keep ahead of them – some ale and a place to sit, just that would be enough for now. “I’ll leave it to you to put that in the report,” she laughs. “I think he’ll accept it from a Warden rather than from a famed pirate thief. Varric made me sound quite dreadful.”

" oh really ?” alistair laughs . “ whoever told you that must have very high standards for empathy , clearly .” he does stumble a little over a stray branch hidden in the sand , and although it doesn’t hurt nor send him tumbling into the ground , he complains with a dramatic ow! regardless . “ don’t worry ,” he says, hopping on one foot to rub the ‘wounded’ spot . “ i’ll handle the negotiations , they will not withstand the power of my puppy eyes !” he laughs as they enter the keep , immediately recognised and let in before they even reached the gate . “ personally , i haven’t heard any terrible stories about you , but that doesn’t mean our favourite dwarf didn’t embellish your exploits and escapades ... just a tad , of course .”

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #iscbelas #dont have to reply if u dont want to i know this is so late gkrdjfc

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lvllcn:

lè’s eyes flickered away. she brought up her hand and used the pad of her thumb to wipe a stray tear… before looking back to him. truly, the elf was used to being left the dark — even more so than others, thanks to her keeper. she might as well have lived in a spacious chest all her life, honestly. but she could tell when someone was trying to keep something from her. that was for sure. the ways of the wardens were universally kept secrets, though, and in respect, lèonie simply nodded, accepting what he could offer her. that, of course, didn’t mean she’d stop looking for an actual answer, though. “ i’d been thinking… if the inquisition teamed with the grey wardens to defeat corypheus, certainly we’d have a greater shot… ” she admitted with a weak smile, “ but now… ” glassy hazel hues shot down briefly in thought ; and she twiddled her thumbs. “ i was also speaking with warden blackwall… about the idea of… being considered for… conscription… ” sheepishly, the mage looked back up to the infamous warden. probably not the best time to bring it up, certainly, but… would she get another chance? “ …what would happen now? i mean… will others still be conscripted? and would they be able to resist manipulation like you and blackwall did? ”

“ i wish there was more i could say — or do .” he wanted nothing more than to be able to assure and comfort her , to tell her that the wardens weren’t done for , that they could withstand this threat and come back from it ; that they were still the protectors of thedas — but could he say that ? even in his head , it sounded like a lie . anything else alistair might be able to to explain and ease the anxiety , was a secret he could not share . “ we would ,” alistair agreed , knowing that the possibility now seemed counter-productive . “ but i promise , they are still wardens out there that haven’t resorted to blood magic . there are still some that can lend a hand to the inquisition .” he raised an eyebrow as she spoke , stumbling over her words as if nervous about what she was about to tell him — and then both his eyebrows shot up in surprise . conscription was the last thing he expected anybody would ask about , given recent events . “ i—well then .” the wardens were in no position to reject new recruits , especially one so fresh that she wouldn’t have the fear of the calling . “ we’ll still conscript , of course ,” he says without thinking on it too much ( and not enough , probably ) . “ the calling wouldn’t affect new wardens normally , so whatever they might hear can be immediately written off as fake . but ... you know this is a huge commitment , lèonie ...”

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #lvllcn #this is SO late feel free not to reply if u dont have muse for it LOL

[alistcirs]

Tell Morrigan… ah, just tell her I stood there looking foolish.

#❝ 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙. » visuals ! #replies soon!!

[alistcirs]

#❝ 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙. » visuals ! #❝ 𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. » about !

[alistcirs]

lvllcn:

manipulated? of all the–… lèonie furrowed her brow. damn the wardens and their secrets. they were worse than the dalish. blackwall had been… accommodating, thus far, but there always seemed to be a line — a point she couldn’t cross. of course, she wanted to ask the rebel warden more : how the wardens were being ‘ manipulated ’, for instance. why? but the last sentence had her clamoring up, crossing her arms like a child. lè looked down, “ …alistair, the grey wardens aren’t known for being manipulated… ” she could feel herself begin to tear up, but she fought against them. “ and to be manipulated… to do blood magic? what would corypheus even want with the wardens? ”

alistair felt awful . the wardens were meant to instil a sense of security and safety , not fear and confusion — how had they fallen so far ? it seemed not long ago that he and the hero of ferelden had somewhat reinstated the people’s faith in their order , and now ? now the thought of them was making lèonie’s expression contort with disappointment , with sadness . “ sometimes even the best of intentions can get... twisted .” what could he tell her ? how could he explain the crimes of his fellow wardens ? “ i don’t know . i don’t know what corypheus wants — i do know that the wardens wanted to do good .” that’s not enough . “ and that determination is being turned into something vile .”

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #lvllcn #ok gOOD kjhfdcjs thank c':

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somnieral:

Sora continued to smile for a moment, her brows furrowing for a half a second at his silence before they settled into a content grin. He looked fit. Definitely not like he’d been eating loads of cheese. Then again, what did Sora know about the pros and cons of professional cheese eating?

“Oh, completely understandable. I, for one, love cheese. That and bread. The kitchens…ooh. Have you had the fresh bread from the kitchens? It’s to die for.”

" ah ! a connoisseur , then !” he’s delighted . “ i have been pleased to notice that skyhold maintains a very high standard for cheese quality , too .” he scratches his stubbled chin curiously , brows upturned . “ i haven’t been able to snatch any fresh bread — yet , because now i feel i must try , if you say it’s that good ...”

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #somnieral #XGFHVJBD STO P

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iscbelas:

It’s probably a bad combination – herself and Alistair. Though they have their moments where they’re responsible, functioning adults, they do tend to listen to their irresponsible sides more often than not. Hawke had been her conscience, that was the problem. “Suffering? Please,I’ve been suffering listening to it,” she returns with a roll of her eyes. “But let me not stand in the way of you getting a… well, not good, but a meal all the same.” Her daggers are secured back into their various holsters, and she follows him in the direction of the keep. “Wonder if it’s a prerequisite for the food on missions to have no flavour. Maybe it’s an incentive to keep us away from camp for longer.”

" your empathy is truly astounding ,” alistair deadpans without a lick of gravity in his tone , spinning to walk backwards , facing her with his arms crossed over his chest . “ well , neither of us came here expecting royal accommodations i don’t think , so stale bread will have to do once again .” the smell of cooking fire — just fire in general , anything but the cold stench of darkspawn at this point — as they got closer was enough to turn alistair toward the keep , increasing his pace . “ y’know what , i think you’re onto something .” alistair shakes a finger , frowning conspiratorially . “ the inquisitor will hear about this unacceptable treatment of soldiers of our calibre .”

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #iscbelas

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daphnewhitethorn:

She chuckles at the possibility, far too aware that she’s gone a bit dizzy headed with the drink but pleased for being smart about it. His gesture is a kind one and it makes her smile softly as she takes the offered tankard, fingers curling around the handle. “That’s very kind of you, ser. Since you have so gratefully offered your drink, might I inquire as to the reasoning of your lack of need? There’s always a reason for a drink, whether it be for ill or good.”

seemingly dainty && feminine as well as beautiful , something about her still tells alistair she’s no damsel-in-distress sort ; aura much like that of the formidable women alistair had travelled with during the blight . " it’s not for lack of thirst ,” he explains with a worn smile , turning toward her slightly . life had not been kind lately , and he does not wish to drown his stresses and sorrows in an ale bottle . “ but rather , excess . i simply fear that if i keep consuming it at this rate , i might start sweating the stuff out .”

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#we are blessED #❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #daphnewhitethorn

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morriganwxtch:

“Those woods did nothing to harm you, I’ve been galloping through them since I was a babe. You just missed your bed, admit it.” She can’t help but grin, relieved to find that the years have not softened his japes and sarcastic tongue. Some things will never change and it is somewhat a comfort to know he is as he always will be. “Oh Alistair, I can be nice you know. When it suits me.” There’s a hesitation to him that wasn’t there before and even she has to pause, looking him over once more. “Of course. I know they’re all waiting for it, to finally accuse the witch of treason, but I’m on my best behavior.”

" well — yes — but — we all were ! missing our beds . nobody likes barbs and twigs under their back when they sleep , not even our faithful little mabari .” maker , was he actually missing their adventures ? it’s ridiculous to long for such a terribly bleak time , when their ragtag team had been fleeing for their lives while trying to halt the end of the world itself at the hands of darkspawn ; yet alistair can’t help feel nostalgic thinking of their poor little camp dinners , their late night chats and stolen laughter . when morrigan gives him that glance , he thinks she’d somehow figured out what he’d considered almost asking — he wonders if she expects (dreads?) him to ask it . “ for what it’s worth , i’m sorry you still have to deal with that type of prejudice .” alistair mistrusted morrigan now for other reasons , but he had been guilty once of judging her simply for her magic . " so then , enjoying your new position ?"

a witch’s welcome | open

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #morriganwxtch #HE THINKIN BOUT THE BO Y

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storytellertm:

         “wouldn’t pass it up. it’s one for the history books, after all,” varric smirked. it was easier to think about the whole situation like a story, a narrative that he wasn’t actually living. his smile grew into a laugh as alistair continued on. “it’s not bad, i’ll give it that,” the dwarf mused aloud, wearing a feigned look of thorough contemplation. “not quite up to snuff with the brew corff serves at the hanged man, but it works in a pinch.” it was very likely that it was nostalgia, and not functioning taste buds, that brought about that particular opinion - but it was his opinion nonetheless, and one unlikely to change. “the whole ‘stopping the end of the world’ idea is all well and good, but it’s nice to just kick back and have a bad drink in good company. or was it a good drink in bad company?” he hummed in thought, teasing. “either way, it’s on me.” he lifted his own mug from the table, then nudged it upward in cheers before taking a swig of it himself.

count on varric to flip a mediocre or even foul mood into a jolly one with a few words and a winning smile . alistair genuinely laughs , something he hasn’t done terribly much of lately . “oh , ha ha ! very funny . i’ll bet you were praying for company as sparkling as mine before i happened along .” he doesn’t quite lose his grin , accustomed to && enthused by varric’s witty humour . “ generous . here’s to you , then .” he raises the mug in cheers , placing it down with a husky exhale . “ speaking of you — i know you’re gonna dance around why you’re here, so how about this: how’d you get here ?”

#OK SO THIS DIDNT SHOW UP IN ACTIVITY >:( #but i knew i mustve seen your reply so i went digging and found it sorry i missed it D; #❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #storytellertm

[alistcirs]

alistair laughs , finding that too strong a possibility to deny . “ yep , sounds like something cabot would be prone to do . here ;” he slides his own untouched yet not-yet-confiscated tankard toward her, “ have mine , i’ve not been inspired by drink tonight , anyway . best not let it go to waste .”

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@anyone

“I cannot help but feel as though I have misplaced my drink. I swore it was here but a moment ago and I can’t help but assume the barkeep must be snatching them up left and right to end the night already.” 

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟���� 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #daphnewhitethorn #god i love gabriella hhh

[alistcirs]

“ i— there’s nothing to tell ! the warden’s were being... they were being manipulated .” alistair swallows hard . the moment the news broke out in skyhold about what had been occurring at the ritual tower , the wardens would be despised && their reputation sullied , possibly beyond repair . “ i’m sorry , i can’t say anything else .”

“ –! what i need is for you to tell me what happened. ”

#i hope this is ok??? i was like ‘what does alistair know’ and the only thing i could think of was warden crisis??? #maybe she heard sth about uhhh the blood magic iDK #❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #lvllcn

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morriganwxtch:

“I believe the complaining came from your end, if I do recall. Our pampered Grey Warden couldn’t handle the wild woods,” she snickers. It’s all in good fun, just a jest, but even her barbs are softened. It’s strange now as she watches him, sees the curve of his smile and the angle of his nose reflected in her son. Their son now. The thought alone is stranger than she thought. He has granted her a comfort far greater than he knows, perhaps he has even forgotten. She dreads the day that she will have to share him again but if he desires to meet him…she will not keep them apart. In this she allows her eyes to linger over his frame, catching on the beard and the eyes so familiar to her. “Yes, you have gotten handsomer with age.” His words do scratch a bit closer to home and she bristles a bit before forcing another smile. “This time is a mutual beneficial arrangement. Anything the Inquisition learns, I stand to add to my knowledge. ‘Tis not a trick, nor advantage to be gained this time, only a menace that must be snuffed out. I have as much to lose as any.”

"oh , ha ha! aren't we so humorous all of a sudden . i'll have you know , those woods were rather abrasive to my entire person ." although he jests , he still remembers how much he dreaded having to trek the korcari wilds ; how morrigan had lived there for years is beyond him . the compliment catches him offguard , and alistair looks at her almost like she'd grown another head . " was it painful to say something so nice about me ?" he asks as a joke . she does seem different now , in many ways . softer , even — but she was a mother now , wasn't she ? alistair swallows && bites down the questions he wants to ask . not now . " alright , alright ; i'll trust you , but only because i'm probably just as gullible as ever ." he grins. " but if i notice the inquisitor acting weird , you know who i'll be blaming. "

a witch’s welcome | open

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #morriganwxtch

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iscbelas:

Isabela let out a snort, sand and dust settling around her feet as she lands from her flip. “Go for it, oh great Warden.” She sheaths the daggers, brushing her hands off on the back of her pants as she straightens up. These had been different. To her, she supposed. There hadn’t exactly been an abundance of darkspawn in Kirkwall, though they’d crossed paths with them once or twice in their travels back then. “The responsible thing would be to do another sweep, I suppose,” she comments. “But it’s getting pretty late and I’ve been listening to your damn stomach all night, so I think we’ll head back. We can come back tomorrow, lucky us.”

finishing off the beasts is entirely satisfying , the knowledge that they’ve been wiped out of this whole area ( at least for a few days ) enough to give him a more restful sleep tonight . “ that would be the more responsible option ,” alistair agrees , pleased at how evident it is that they will not be choosing that option tonight . he slaps a hand over his stomach, the metal on his armor jingling . “ hey ! it’s been suffering , alright ?” the food at the keep was awful, awful stuff , bland and tough to chew ; but right now the thought of it was mouthwatering . “ right then ,” he says as he sheathes the sword && starts back toward the keep , “ heroics postponed for the morn’ . let’s get going .”

#❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #iscbelas

[alistcirs]

somnieral:

“Most. But I don’t mind. I know I can handle anyone who’s too mad at me.” Except maybe Templars. Templars could kill her. But they tried not to dwell on that too much.

“Alistair! Yes. You’re the one I delivered an entire roll of cheese to the other day. That’s where I remember you. Yes! You weren’t there, so I left it in your room. I hope that’s okay!” She had no idea who in the world she was actually talking to. She was just glad she found Cheese Man.

alistair’s mouth hangs open for a moment , expectations of where that sentence was going completely shot ; and then he starts to chuckle . “ right ! yes , that was me .” he hopes he isn’t being judged — it’s hard to get one’s hands on cheese before supply is exhausted , so it’s completely valid to claim an entire roll the second it’s carted into skyhold... right ? “ i just like to have my own personal stock , y’know ?”

#JHDRGFSCSX CHEESE MAN #❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #somnieral

[alistcirs]

storytellertm:

         you just can’t stay away from a good tale, can you? at that, varric’s grin quickly mirrored alistair’s; he grasped the other’s hand firmly, his mouth already running, “what, giant glowing hole in the sky, demons falling like rain, literal end times - am i supposed to be somewhere else?” his tone was playful, regardless of the heavy weight that sat much further below those words. as the grey warden took the seat across from him, the tavern’s barkeep came to drop off their drinks, and varric offered an appreciative glance before turning his attention back to alistair. “but i shouldn’t be surprised you’re here, i guess, what with… everything.” he waved it off like the details were distractions, deciding not to bring up just yet how all of thedas waded in chaos. he took a swig of his ale. “unless you’re just here for the drinks.”

alistair snorted in an almost fond way . it wouldn’t be varric if he wasn’t making jokes out of tragedies && terrors , and nobody else would be able to bring cheer to the gloom the way he did with his humour . “ oh yes , it’s all so very tempting , isn’t it ?” alistair mouthed a brief thank you to the barkeep , fingers curled around the tankard to pull it toward himself . “ honestly , i’d only briefly considered coming here for the boring reasons : y’know , missing wardens , demon invasions , blah blah blah — ” he leaned in conspiratorially — “ but then i heard about the drinks — and i was sold .” he grinned almost immediately afterward , leaning back and taking a swig from his mug ; inspecting it’s contents a moment later in appraisal. “ not awful , this .”

#i didn’t realise the level of snark this would involve fhdkhdkd #❝ 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. » threads ! #storytellertm