↪ 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . ( a collection of various unsorted question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated frequently . )
are you kidding me ?
[ name ] , what just happened ?
hey ! what’d you do that for ?
did you plan on ever telling me ?
do you want to tell me the truth , this time ?
you seriously think i could’ve done this ?
did you know about this ?
[ name ] , what were you thinking ?!
can we talk ? alone ?
why are you doing all of this ?
it can’t be that bad , right ?
haven’t you heard the stories ?
who did this to you ?
what are you insinuating ?
what did you think was gonna happen ?!
you think i could do something like that ?
who do you think you are ?
why won’t you let me help you ?
do you have any evidence of that ?
can we put away our differences for a second ?
where have you been ?
is that … blood ?
what’s your problem ?
are you real ?
where’s your sense of adventure ?
would you kill for me ?
you’re [ name ] , aren’t you ?
why can’t you just let it go ?
do you want me to stay ?
what if we left … ran away ?
what else was i supposed to do ?
how did you get this scar ?
could you give me a hand with this ?
do you ever stop talking ?
you’ve never done this before , have you ?
where do you think you’re going ?
how many fingers am i holding up ?
what can i say to make it better ?
why can’t we all just get along ?
can i stay the night ?
what’s that supposed to mean ?
where did your common sense go ?
you seriously don’t believe me ?
what aren’t you telling me ?
do you have a minute ?
why are you lying ?
you’re gonna walk away from this ?
where am i supposed to go ?
can we stop and think about this rationally ?
how long has it been since you’ve slept ?
why can’t we be civil about this ?
what makes you so special ?
where is all of this coming from ?
how are we gonna get out of here ?
you’ll never leave me , right ?
were you in on this ?
care to join me for a bit ?
shows what you know , doesn’t it ?
do you want to get out of here ?
what were you expecting to happen ?
what are you working on ?
i can tell you’re upset , what happened ?
when can i see you again ?
where do we go from here ?
can you sit up for me ?
how long have you been awake ?
what are you getting out of this ?
can we put this behind us ?
where are you ? nobody’s heard from you .
how can i make this go away ?
were you following me ?
where does it hurt ? show me .
[ name ] , what the hell ?
hey … can i ask you something ?
you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?
really ? you’re gonna do that right here ?
are you even listening to me ?
we can help each other , right ?
hey … did you hear that ?
you have no idea who i am , do you ?
how long have you known ?
what exactly are you asking me to do ?
how was i supposed to know that ?
are you new around here ?
can you stop and listen to me for a second ?
do you think there’s something wrong with me ?
what , you think i’m not qualified ?
why did you help me ?
can you just look at me , please ?
what can i do to convince you ?
where did we go wrong ?
oh my god , are you bleeding ?
why the long face ?
are you trying to get yourself killed ?
what do you make of this ?
how much do you wanna bet ?
you’re sure this will work ?
why are you so concerned about me ?
what are you trying to prove ?
did you ever care about me ?
are you drunk ?
isn’t this amazing ?
how long have you been standing there ?
what are you suggesting ?
why are you such a pessimist ?
did you know them ?
can we call it a day ?
where did you come from ?
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his shoulders slacken reluctantly, still clinging to the tension like a child with their favourite toy, unable to let go for some unnameable fear. she apologises as though her actions alone are the reason for his wound up state, when she was just unfortunately the person right in front of him. some small selfish part of matthias wishes that lyanna did punch the noble who had come to skyhold for a potential alliance. he wishes he had punched him himself, the sting in his knuckles from wrenching back a bit of his own agency. if he does that, then the noble scurries off back home... and tells everyone that the herald of andraste is really just a irrational and easily upset boy who is way in over his head. (that may be the truth, but it was a truth that helped exactly nobody.) ❝ it's fine. ❞ he replies in an equally gentle tone. his back finds the wall and his posture slumps, heels of his palms pressed to his eyesockets. the afternoon sun is high, the end of a very trying day not yet close at hand. his head picks up at her voice, and a faint smile hovers at the corners of his lips. he is vaguely aware of her upbringing; the stark name is one of the many noble houses josephine attempted to drill into his memory. however, calm is not a word he would use for her even on her best days. with a teasing lilt, ❝ i certainly would like to see you try. ❞
why must he be so reasonable? and why must they contend with so much doubt, when all of them are after the same thing? what does it matter where matthias is from if he can close the rifts in the veil? the she-wolf's anger simmers inside her like something bitter and close to boiling. but she reins it in, begrudgingly. for the grey wardens and the inquisition. ❛ fine, ❜ she grits out. and then, gentler and quieter, ❛ i'm sorry. ❜ she doesn't want him to sit through people making malicious, snide commentary. matthias is good at keeping his composure, and it seems like lyanna bears all the resentment for him. not for the first time, she is reminded of duncan. and duncan is dead. ❛ will it make you feel better if i promise to be the picture of calm and delight for at least the next few hours? ❜ i can do that, lyanna thinks. surely, she has not yet lost all of her noble graces. it wasn't so long since she was considered a lady, more fit for balls and soirees instead of the battlefield. but lyanna stark has not worn a shred of silk in a long time. besides, the blood in her veins is tainted now. she can keep up a charade for matthias, can't she? for what other choice do they have?
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