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“If I don’t complain, who will?” He says, throwing his hands into the air and throwing splatters of mud everywhere in the process. It was a job that only one of them could have at a time. But he catches the irritation and falls blessedly silent in his complaints.

Felassan sighs through his nose, slips, and falls nearly face first into the mud. Not that it helped at all, with how covered they both were. “Fuck it.” Felassan places his hands into the mud, warming the mud until it was solid around them until it met the dry land where they were previously attempting to cross to. “Careful getting up. I’m not pulling you out if you get stuck.”

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“Now, here’s a thought.” Felassan says, caught somewhere between exhausted and just done. “Why did we think it would be a good idea to trudge through mud that turned out to be waist deep again?”

Not that it didn’t feel nice to wade through, but it did make everything that much harder. And they were going to get shit for it the second they returned to camp completely covered in mud and whatever else they picked up by way of mud. “Because I for one am starting to regret all of my life choices right now.”

﴾ ➼ ﴿ ❝You are always such a complainer, Felassan,❞ Cyrran retorted. Even with his snark, he couldn’t help the thinly veiled irritation as they pushed through the muck. He refused to appear in the slightest way defeated by their circumstances.

But gods was it difficult.

❝I will remind you that neither of us knew at the time of choosing this path just how deep the mud was. So I would like to give us a little more credit that simpletons who chose to trek through waist-deep mud.❞ Even still, he was growing weary. His legs ached from the constant resistance, and his head ached from the impending mockery he’d receive from his sister. At least Felassan would have to endure the same torment…

#virassxn #forgive my lack of cropping i haven't figured out how to get the text post editor back yet #cause firefox keeps shitting away my extensions

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hhey guys

#ooc #the sad walk of shame i keep doing every time i realize how long it's been since i've touched this blog #it's been... uh. wild over here

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caller in darkness is so sexy why did 5e nerf it

#ooc #maybe i just wanna whack my players around for once #it's an actual cloud of consumed souls for the interested person #tbd

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where the fuck did april go i swear it was march 25th like 3 days ago

#ooc #this whole ass month just flew by #i turned 23 all of a sudden and now it's just about may #oops but i'm back again lol

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ysenias‌:

            SHE TRIES TO THINK OF A JOKE to ease his nerves, but her mind fails her. When has she ever seen him fume this bad? And over the weeds of all things—the weeds! It amused her. His agony was surely felt, however. It would take him a few more weeks to rectify the damage done, if not a month or two. She notices his arm strain when yanking the weeds, a bit more pique in his movements as the conversation drone on. He’s tired, so very tired.

And so she considers his suggestion as she raises a hand to knead at the back of her neck, eyes trained on him carefully. She watches him grimly snip at the flora and exhales.

“Have a care, Felassan.” She coos. Her hands are now resting firmly at his shoulders, shaking him slightly. “With a face like that, some might think you’re out to get them. At least it smells nice, no? Relax. I’ll go wash this Fereldan muck off my body and you can meet me in the tavern for drinks.”

She gives a firmer squeeze before releasing him and walking off to the main courtyard, “And I WONT take ‘no’ for an answer. Inquisitor’s orders!”

There is a moment of tension in his body where she rubs between his shoulders. He’d seen her coming but hadn’t stopped the reflexive motion. Felassan was frustrated, mostly at the plants, but of other things he had no desire to get into. He was a patient man. He could spend years of his life patiently waiting for just the right circumstances to unfold before making his move.

“As you wish.” He says bearing her touch before standing himself. He quite liked the “don’t touch” aura he gave off, even if past events caused everyone to gleefully ignore it as everyone attempted to patch up the literal hole in the sky. But as she requested, Felassan cleaned his hands to clear away the soil and dead leaves to save them a table. He remembered the drinks she liked, having it sitting and waiting for her when she returned.

#ysenias #i'll try not to disappear for a literal month next time ksdjfkss #where did april go

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why did tumblr change the color scheme again i liked the dark blue wtf

#ooc #and it turned off the anti capitalism #but even with it on i still see the box #<_< #the text is really big too

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Welcome to the jungle where deception is the code Brother fighting brother as their avarice corrodes See that evil, speak that evil, be that evil bold You are not your own and love’s a memory of old

One nation under fraud — the anthem you applaud Well let this serve to warn, I won’t enable or reward And let the flies swarm, let the noble die strong This is my scorn, new day, new dawn

                                  ELGAR’NAN of Dragon Age*

               * sideblog to ghiassan.

#the hottest take

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          SO, IT WAS NOT a good time for jokes. She brings a hand to her chest as if truly hurt, giving off a dramatic scoff of disbelief. Why, she thought she looked rather good for being so sprained! Her companion however, body stained with soil and oozing exasperation, did not. Her attention moves to the verdure past him, overgrown and seemingly disrupting the ecosystem around it. 

Oh, this poor man.

She clicks her tongue, lips pursing in thought. “I may look like a tossed up rag, but at least I’m fairing better than your garden space here. Does the ever-determined Felassan need assistance?”

“I’m sure that last abandoned town we passed through looked better than the gardens.” He snips. He doesn’t know why he’s so upset over a garden, of all things. When he could be upset over the fact that clearly no one in the Inquisition cared about the fact that maybe, just maybe his herbs could keep them alive.

Felassan sighs, stretches, then pulls a weed up between his toes. “Yes. Help me with the weeds. I trust you know what are herbs and what aren’t.” There was no way no First didn’t know how to tell the difference between elfroot and rosemary. Which he did not grow in this particular garden. He was leaving that to the kitchen staff.

He returns to carefully trimming away and the overgrown mess. “You should clean up.” He says after a while.

#ysenias #its like yelling at your sibling not to step in ur dirt pile while sweeping #also i totally forgot he took over the gardens in my au

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we say this is a false prophet! the maker would send  NO ELF  in our hour of need!

#i forgot to rb this last night #love jen!

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He spent the entire afternoon trying to decide if raising this particular herb was worth it, when the entire universe seemed to mutually agree that it wanted to fuck up his plants. Seriously, what was with all the caterpillars?

A shadow darkened the foliage he was preparing to clear out. Felassan squints, then gives Ysenia his attention after she’s cleared her throat. “Your legs weren’t tied together. So it wasn’t like you couldn’t come see me.” He points out, not at all concerned. He stands and brushes the dirt from his leggings.

He lets a beat pass. “Welcome back. You look like shit.”

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            SORE LEGS drag the woman across the courtyard and into the gardens. Her movement is reduced to that of winces and sad limps. She is stopped every so often by agents (‘Inquisitor, let us escort you!’, they say) and at every opportunity she waves them off. The Inquisitor is occupied with extremely serious business today, and she cannot have help around as she deals with it. Alone, Ysenia trudges through the garden and vigorously scans the crowd. 

When she finally finds him, he is crouched down examining some overgrown foliage. She clears her throat roughly, grabbing for the companion’s attention.

“Not even a ‘hello’? I know I cannot get sobs of relief at the gate every time I return, but at least a simple greeting would have been good enough.” Ysenia wonders if she looks menacing at all looming over him like this. She holds back a laugh. “I mean, now you’re just being rude.”

#yesenias #what kind of mood is he in lmao

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did i talk shit? absolutely.

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                         ( 𝔦𝔫𝔡. 𝔦𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔫 — private & selective )

I’m going to be making a more formal promo soon, but hey! My name is Jen and I’m finally bringing back Ysenia into darp after THREE long, long years — was formerly known as SOMNIVR. It feels good to be back! So if interested, please like or reblog if you’d like to get to know this canon-divergent, reluctant-to-be Inquisitor Lavellan. 

                                  ( 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰  ♢  𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶   ♢   𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔰 )

#YESENIA #i chose a good time to return to darp #i missed this bb

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“Now, here’s a thought.” Felassan says, caught somewhere between exhausted and just done. “Why did we think it would be a good idea to trudge through mud that turned out to be waist deep again?”

Not that it didn’t feel nice to wade through, but it did make everything that much harder. And they were going to get shit for it the second they returned to camp completely covered in mud and whatever else they picked up by way of mud. “Because I for one am starting to regret all of my life choices right now.”

#virassxn #he's over here like 'gdi we have terrible ideas'

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starter call!

#ooc #give myself something to do #yes yes

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He watches her with thinly veiled amusement, leaning with his weight on the body of his staff. “You say that now...” He says. Felassan lets her do as she pleases, in part because he knows she’ll do it anyways. It might be a bit morbid to take the arrows off the back of a man you just killed, but it really was more cost efficient. Less wasteful.

“But you don’t know what could happen between now and tomorrow.”

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“Yes, well. He was alive to shoot.” He drops the bow of the dead archer onto the ground unceremoniously. “The dead don’t make for good shots.”

❝     No, but they do make for an excellent source of supplies,     ❞  she says, on her knees, the damp grass soaking the hide of her trousers, while she cuts away the man’s quiver of arrows.  Once free from his belt, Theria holds it up like a trophy, a triumphant grin on her lips.  ❝     This might even last me a few days.     ❞

Not that she needs to make her own much anymore, but she transfers them into her own with the same glee as though that hadn’t changed; some luxuries take getting used to.

#gcldveiined #he just lets it happen

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Which Inquisition companions would you say Felassan would be close to/get along with?

He’d like Varric a lot, and probably Blackwall despite his disapproval of the order. But I think he’d also respect Iron Bull to an extent. A Felassan, Blackwall, and Sera trio would probably be hilarious because they’re all children.

Of course, I’m not nearly into DA as I was a year ago so I’m probably not gonna write a long winded explanation about this but it’s just my thoughts.

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