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[awardenisapromise-blog]

gently whispers

guess what character i am in the process of making a blog for

#ooc ⊱ #i've been wanting to rp a canon as well so... ye ⊱ #also i am out of app hell so replies will come eventually! ⊱

[awardenisapromise-blog]

                   " I could say the same of you. I was told you were                        sent away when the abnormalities among the                        Grey Wardens began to make themselves evident. "

awardenisapromise

Warden-Commander, I didn’t think you’d be here.

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          “Oh. I…” She cleared her throat. The tone of her voice softened, as did her gaze. “I apologize. I should not have assumed.” If her circumstances were wearing her thin enough to muddle her senses, she’d have to do some reevaluation. Surana would not stand for passers-by being caught in the crossfire, no matter how minimal the harm.

          “I’m afraid I don’t. We lose many among our ranks often, both in great numbers and in high frequencies, and I do not know as many fellow Wardens as I would like as a result.”

”No you didn’t and that’s not why I’m here,” He couldn’t help but flinch slightly at her words. Fingers curl into fabric, head bowed; quiet. He’s quiet, waiting for something more. Cole hadn’t meant to offend, his curiosity was merely getting to him, “I merely wanted to know if you know Blackwall,” The other warden was his friend. So to speak, “He’s a Grey Warden too.”

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          The eccentricities do not escape her notice. With the company she usually keeps, however… Judging a book by its cover has seldom done her any service. And when her own pages are currently shrouded by shadow, she hardly has room for her reach to be so shallow.

                    “ What gave it away? This old thing? ”

          She tugs on the hood hiding her features. What little that is visible of her expression is hard to read, a hint of a smile that could just as well be scathing or tongue in cheek. Likely both—Her displeasure with the cloak is not easily concealed, save for in the physical sense. The drink is set down so she can prop her elbows on the table, rest her chin on laced fingers.

                    “ I rarely do anything but travel. Not by choice,                        mind. But there’s always something to be done,                        and rarely does that something occur where                        you’ve planted your roots. ”

          It’s worse when it does, she wants to add. The remark is bit back, kept from souring her attempt at cryptic wisdom.

                    “ As of now, I have my sights set on Skyhold.                        As does much of the world, I’m sure. ”

  A wry twist of the lips as his eyes come to rest on the stranger. Beneath the rim of her hood, he sees olive skin and full lips, and little else. “— I suppose I’m merely bred for warmer climates.” The curious tilt to her head forces him to prepare some of the answers he keeps in stock. He’s used to inquiries about the markings; about the well-crafted armor; sometimes, people even overlook those things and focus solely on his race (though he doesn’t imagine she will; her lithe figure and slender face are distinctly elven, even if her ears are covered). Fenris is always prepared for the questions, and his answers have varying degrees of venom depending on his mood. And yet, she doesn’t ask any of the obvious ones. It’s the same question she might ask any foreigner confined to the tavern while a storm blew over. It’s his turn to cock his head inquisitively. “That is is not. But I did not come here seeking    refuge; merely to deny it to another. And you?    You may be Ferelden, but you have the look    of a traveler about you.”

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                    “ I’m surprised you would willingly recall that night,                        but I suppose it is an experience not easily forgotten.                        I distinctly remember being impressed that I did not                        hear shrieks reverberating throughout the castle. ” 

          She tried to hide her own grin as they made their way to the dance floor, but the wave of nostalgia was not one to be easily suppressed. 

                    “ Truly? I was under the impression that all anyone                        did in Orlais was dance. ” 

          While the words may have been teasing, her actions illustrated that the request to lead was taken to heart. Selene’s steps were slow but sure as the dance began, movements that held elegance and poise but did not flaunt them.

                    “ What has the elusive Witch of the Wilds been                        occupying her time with, if not that? ”

"Naturally. I seem to recall becoming intimately familiar with the art of wooing Wardens one fateful night before the battle of Denerim,” she remarked, a sardonic smile on her face as she took Selene’s offered hand; these traditions were pointless, but they appealed to the part of her that still held wonder for the seas and the stars, the part that compelled her to join the Warden all those years ago. “Oh, but I must insist you lead, Warden. It should minimize the amount of times I misstep and potentially injure you, at the very least.”

#apostature #talk about the weather? no way let's talk about the time you made a god baby ⊱ #reply ⊱

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          The sight of the captain's rear end being presented in such a manner was comical enough, the actions leading up to it even more so. Yet not a chortle escaped Surana's lips, nor did an ample grin. She had a competitive streak of her own, and it was reflected in her scheming eyes, the knit in her brow, the curl of the corner of her mouth.

          Nug races were serious business.

                    " I believe so. I knew someone who kept a nug as a household                        pet, once. A pitiful creature, and overly large for its kind, but                        she loved it so. If there was one thing the experience taught                        me, it is that nothing will stand between a nug and its meal. "

          Her stare passed over every selection in harsh scrutiny until it settled on the very last creature in the lineup. With that, she pointed at her pick ceremoniously.

                    " ... The big one. Definitely. "

awardenisapromise said: ♦ for my muse to bet against yours

      Knee pressedinto the rich earth of Skyhold and face nearly touching the ground, it was Aveline’s arse encased as it was in armor being addressed. The former guard captain now agent had more pressing issues than conversation keeping the rest of her occupied. How else would she know which nug was a winner if she didn’t get nose to nose?

“The brown one, number three to show.” The words were called over her shoulder before she raised and dusted off freckled hands. “What say you Serah? Going to bet on the races as well?”

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                    " A promise of a night without Deep Roads and Darkspawn?                        My, but you do know how to sweep a warden off her feet. "

          She bows in a flamboyant fashion, one hand being draped behind her back and the other presented palm up for Morrigan to take.

                    “ After you, my lady. ”

"And to think they rely on mere whispers and rumors when I could provide them with an insider’s view of Grey Warden treason and demon-summoning.”

"Very well, Warden. Let us dance as though impending deaths in the Deep Roads and powerful, ancient abominations are concerns of someone else’s. For tonight, at least."

#apostature #i know it is AWFUL ⊱ #when will my format return from the war ⊱ #reply ⊱

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                    " Ah, yes, as bright as a Blood Moon on a cold winter's night. "

                    " Let them talk. What is another rumor to add to the mill? In                        comparison to the whispers of demons and treason in the                        warden ranks, a dance with the likes of you looks downright                        tame. "

"Is it truly such a waste if I don’t partake in the merriment? You must admit, I’m doing my part; my very presence is brightening the room considerably."

"Given our history… the others are likely to assume you’re playing favorites. How can we allow such a travesty to occur?”

#apostature #gotta make her work for it B) ⊱ #reply ⊱

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          The Tourney was in full swing, bright colors and busy people painting the landscape a shade of festive the Warden had not thought Skyhold capable of. The sights, the sounds, the very air was charged with unbridled mirth, seeping into every corner high and low, and it showed on every face that passed, every smile that seemed to thank the sky for not collapsing in unspoken terms. It was a grand event, the likes of which Surana had not seen for many years, and she had every intention of relishing every minute of it. The moment it was over she would return to the grindstone with a heavy heart and burdens clinging to her back as if they’d never left—But not a second sooner.

          Her place was among the people. That was where he would find her, an opportune intermission between the stories and the chatter. Observation could be as rewarding as participation, when the inspiration struck.

                    “ I may not be the best to answer that question, in the                        interest of full disclosure. I am but a simple visitor,                        here. ”

          She bowed her head, ever gracious when the situation called for it. Though Surana answered still, not content to leave her reply at that, twinkling eyes betraying her delight to answer such a query.

                    “ But, in my humble opinion, I believe the point is                        whatever you make of it. Eat. Drink. Be merry. It is                        not every day a great evil is vanquished, and most                        see that as cause for celebration. The Tourney has                        simply set the stage for that. The actors are the                        joyous guests, scurrying to and fro. As for how                        the story unfolds… You’ll have to stay and see. ”

The sounds of it breathe around him. Listening to the soft chatter— eavesdropping into the gossip and hearsay that seemed to tie all of Thedas within webs of intricate stories and backgrounds. This was the new world. A world where much had changed and much had stayed the same. Abelas had to admit that was a relaxing thought that soothed the mind. Though the lands were foreign, the words the people were still the same.

Controversy. Intrigue. War. Deceit. Adventure. Drama. Every word seemed to bustle with fervor and vivacity giving the air around him a heartbeat pulsating faster with every touch of elation. He loved it. Aside from the music trickling away in the distance, no bard could speak these tales as those around him. They didn’t need to, honestly.Stepping through the crowds, he paused for moment, his attention still scanning the populated groups in silence. With hands behind his back, the Elf stood erect, amber gaze turned downward to the woman beside him.

❛My apologies if I’ve distracted you from something— a question if you please? This… Tourney—yes?— what exactly is the point of it?❜

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                    " So appearances can be deceiving. Though I'm afraid                        your protests fall on deaf ears -- I do not expect to                        take no for an answer. Such finery should not go to                        waste, whether it is meant for fooling or otherwise,                        nor should this fine opportunity. "

next on morrigan's dance card: awardenisapromise ♬

"Are you hoping that I’ve mellowed with age, Warden? Don’t let the finery fool you; I assure you that I’m no more the portrait of grace and elegance than I was when I lived with an elderly abomination in a rundown hut.”

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[awardenisapromise-blog]

♘{any game! Wicked grace, perhaps?

Send me a symbol for a Grand Tourney starter

                    " Are you quite sure you want to go through with this?                        I learned from the best, you know. A woman who's                        wits were as fast as her fingers. "

          She refrains from mentioning the part where she needed Leliana's help to win.           Minor details.

#daggersandsparks #event: the grand tourney #ask ⊱

[awardenisapromise-blog]

Send me a symbol for a Grand Tourney starter

◉ for our muses to compete in an event (specify which one, if you like) ♘ for our muses to play a game together ♥ for my muse’s favour ✿for my muse to react to receiving your muse’s favour  ♦ for my muse to bet against yours ✫to drink/toast with my muse ♬ to dance with my muse ❦for something different (be specific)

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[awardenisapromise-blog]

COMPETITIONS

She does not intend to participate in any competitions related to combat whatsoever. It rather defeats the purpose of keeping a low profile. She will, however, be watching fervently. If there is any magic involved, it is more than likely to catch her eye.

SOCIAL EVENTS

This is where she plans to really partake in the festivities. Dancing the night away in an elegant fashion, drinking to loosen lips and lower inhibitions, gambling if something seems a sure bet, and spinning stories for any who care to listen. She will also be offering to paint faces, weave flower crowns, and generally do anything to make anyone feel pretty. They may wear their armor and grime the rest of the year, but the well-timed Tourney offers a reprieve from that. Best to take advantage of it.

FAVORS

She did not plan any formal favors in advance, so on the off chance she decides to give one, it will a random item from the bag of mystery. The contents of said bag include various gifts from Origins. The mystery is because there will be an RNG involved to determine what gift she pulls. Here’s to hoping no one gets a tangled ball of yard.

APPEARANCE

For the first time in a long time, she is wearing her hair down. Miracle upon miracles. Her Grey Warden uniform has also been swapped out in favor of a tasteful gown. It’s a stark contrast to her usual appearance, and at first glance one may not even recognize her. Which is partially her goal, in all honesty. Today, she is not the Hero of Ferelden. Today, she is an elven maiden come to celebrate.

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          The cloak hanging on her shoulders is a heavy burden, the hood pulled over her eyes an unwelcome discomfort. Her ears poke at the rough fabric, and the irritation has her fingers twitching with the compulsion to rip off the damn thing entirely—But it serves a purpose. A shield from the biting cold, and more importantly, a guise of anonymity. The identity of a Grey Warden would draw more attention than she wants, the brand of a hero even more still. A tiny tavern is neither the time nor the place to make waves. They have the hole in the sky, for that.

          So she stills her hand, reaching for her drink instead. Surana does not intend to stay long, only until the weather takes on a more manageable form. The voice that filters in from the right of her draws her attention, and while it is a question meant for no audience, she offers a quip in retaliation. It’s a welcome change to mulling over her thoughts and watching the patrons make fools of themselves, at any rate.

                    “ We’re born with thicker skin, naturally. Comes                        with raising the mabari. Adaptation at its finest. ”

          Nails tap absentmindedly against the cup. A pause, a turned head. Her curiosity gets the better of her.

                    “ Though I wonder why a foreigner would seek                        this place out. Ferelden has seen better days.                        Weeks. Months, even. It is hardly a beacon of                        refuge. ”

He remembers the Hanged Man near the day the Qunari reached their breaking point, stuffed full of bodies and stinking of sweat; people flocked together like they could sense the coming storm. Fenris has seen his share of final days, and this feels like one of them. It’s only a forgotten Fereldan tavern with a name as quaint as its mousy bartender, yet there are a number of patrons already drinking themselves into a stupor and mumbling about the hole in the sky. It would be a lie to say that the thought doesn’t set his skin tingling, all the hairs on the back of his neck raising. And he can’t think less of those spending their meager coin on this sorry excuse for ale if he’s doing the same. Hazel eyes wander to the window, where snowflakes cling like flies to carrion. The storm outside is worsening, and it makes him shiver just to look at it. "How do Fereldans deal with this cold?” A passing thought, intended for no one in particular.

#reply ⊱ #'so how about those fade rifts huh' ⊱ #lyriumbound

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                    “ I very well could, for all I know. One of the mysteries of                        growing up in the Circle with no family to speak of. I'll                        be sure to send my long lost sibling your regards—I’m                        certain she’ll appreciate the flattery. ”

          Surana couldn’t control the wild grin that overtook her face if she tried, nor the laughter that bubbled in her throat at his grand display. These were dark times, even without a Blight, and while the grim atmosphere hanging over so many heads was well warranted… The results were suffocating. Zevran offered a reprieve from that, a calm in the eye of the storm. Being optimistic around him was exceptionally easy, and she resolved to let the responsibilities that brought her to Skyhold rest untouched, if only for a moment. She could spare a single moment. And if that moment turned into two or three, who could blame her?

                    “ Boring? The fortress of the mighty Inquisition, boring?                        Perish the thought! ”

          The hand gesture indicated her dismissing the concept completely, but the wicked gleam in her eyes suggested otherwise, as did the quirked eyebrow and playful banter that followed.

                    “ But I’m sure we could stir up some sort of trouble, if it                        is truly as dull as you claim. ”

       The elf glanced over his shoulder at the familiar voice, amber eyes growing almost impossibly wide at the sight of the woman in question. He wheeled around sharply, almost stumbling over himself in startling lack of grace, only catching himself on a piece of tapestry. He jolted up in the same breath, a wide, very genuine, smile crossing his features. The assassin wasn’t sure how to respond, very nearly spewing out a few, careless words that would have meant so little by means of feeling.

        ❝My dear lady, I could say the same about yourself. Did the dear Warden have a twin I was told nothing about, because may I say, you are just as beautiful as she, if not even more so.❞

        That wasn’t the best greeting, but he supposed it would work. He had gotten dull, but he supposed it wasn’t a horrible thing. Zevran enjoyed being at (relative) peace, even if he was playing around in a holy war that did not even begin to interest him in the slightest. The food and shelter was better than being on the run for weeks on end.

        ❝I did not expect to see you here, but I must admit I am pleased. It was starting to get boring around here.❞

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          It is enough.

          A chance is a chance. The odds are not in their favor, of course, but they so rarely are. As long as there is magic in her bones, she will fight tooth and nail to see this through. She owes him that much. The suffering no doubt being endured was an aspect she'd have to push to the back of her mind, for now. One thing at a time.

                    " That's the thing about nightmares, Hawke.                        They can be excruciating, break your will,                        bring you pain... But nightmares always                        come to an end. "

  “I—” 

   She can feel the voice crack making its way up her throat, and she furrows her brows, stopping the sentence before even being able to start it properly. It was a question that had haunted her mind ever since they got back to the Skyhold. No matter what the answer might be, both fates seemed to be terrible. Death was never pleasant, but she could only imagine the nightmares one would have in the fade. 

  “It could be possible. But I can’t decide which      is worse; death, or eternal nightmares.” 

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                   “ Do not apologize. I have made myself scarce. Such time                        and distance is deserving of questions. Though I would                        ask a few myself, if you might indulge me. ”

          He may have rejected her offer of assistance, but she lingered near the desk yet. It was the focal point of the room, after all, and it offered a marked improvement over awkwardly addressing him from the door. She laid her hands on the wood that remained unstained, idly tracing a digit over smooth edges, and alternated between looking at him and taking in the view of the rest of the room. Eye contact was something she customarily made a point of. Smiling like a school girl, however, was not. Nostalgia held more sway than she gave it credit for.

                    “ I am… Preoccupied, in a word. The tear in the sky may                        be sewn shut, but its repercussions continue to ripple                        throughout the land. Between what’s left of the wardens                        and the mages, I suspect I’ll have my hands full for some                        time. ”

          Surana laced her fingers together, then, leaning forward just so.

                    “ But what of you? Surely the Commander of the Inquisition                        has tales to tell. ”

    Some things just don’t change and his irrefutable clumsiness when shocked was one of those things. He made haste throwing a cloth over the seeping puddle, perhaps in some futile hope it wouldn’t stain his desk. Judging by the various other ink splotches, it wouldn’t be very successful. Cullen should really get around to organizing his stuff better. At least what was important was saved from it, and the only thing entirely ruined was just a letter to his sister.

    But Cullen digressed from the accident, giving her a wide smile he couldn’t have hoped to smother down. For an almost stoic commander he had a horrible time hiding glee from the world.

             ”I suppose so. I-. I trust you’ve been well, then? I mean— aside from disappearing to Maker knows where, along with what’s been going on with the Wardens—- I’m rambling. I’m sorry. I don’t need any help, but thank you for offering.”

#lyriurn #reply ⊱