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imprisoned for ten thousand years. banished from my own homeland. and now you dare enter my realm?
imprisoned for ten thousand years. banished from my own homeland. and now you dare enter my realm?
I FEEL SO BAD...I’VE BEEN DOING NOTHING BUT SCHOOL WORK AND PLAYING WORLD OF WARCRAFT...FORGIVE ME!!!
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╳—: spireborn.
[ she’s managed to resist the hair and the freckles for a solid two months. he’s dangerous, likely, but she still finds herself in the room above the tavern. there’s two different escape routes. she’ll be fine. ]
‘Hi there. If you don’t mind, could I touch your hair, please?’
NO ONE EVER ventures up here, to the very top floor of the tavern. not unless they were coming in from the battlements. cole stays here and listens---listens to laughter and songs and chatter from below, things he may never be able to be a part of. yet he does not mind, so long as he can help in whatever way.
cole stares the moment she appears. visibly befuddled, he wrings his hands in front of him and opens his mouth to speak. ah, but she’s too fast---the query is met with shocked silence, but then...
` yes? ` and, reluctantly, his hat is pulled away.
You know how much I love you, but I'll say it again. You were one of the first people to truly accept me for who I am and I'll never forget that. I will /always/ be there for you, no matter what. And our ship with Cole && Sabine gives me feels that shouldn't exist they're so adorable. I'll always be here for you to lean on friend, never forget that.
ghoooostttt ;_; thank you so much you know i love you. ill always be there for you too even. ill always accept you and even if i dont always undderstand ill always listen. also i cant wait to develop things w/ cole and sabine too! i wanna see how their relationship plays out...
your characters are ??? always so real?? like you always see them from so many different angles and you work to include the different aspects in your threads and it's such a god damn pleasure tbh. and aside from ur actual writing, you are sUCH A GREAT PERSON TO TALK TO? even when you're down. honestly. you're funny and adorable and j ust s o much fun. thank you so much for talking to me tbh??
kaiden ;-; i dont know what to say because youre honestly someone i look up to so much because youre such a wonderful writer and person ok... i like to see you as my lil sibling...i care about you so much and hopefully there wont come a day where i stop talking to you for whatever reason (literally just shoot me a message whenever you want im bad at messaging first sometimes)
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I look up to you as an author and even though I'm too nervous to approach you for RP, you are a joy to have on my dash. All of your characters are unique and wonderful and it's so nice to see. Quite refreshing. Thank you!
wow omg ;_; thats...a huge compliment thank you. please dont be nervous to approach me. i might not reply immediately to messages or threads all the time but if you come to me with an idea ill be happy to listen...
thank you...
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zach!! you are such a great friend. i love chatting with you and you're always such a pleasure to write with. honestly you put so much work into your characters i am so envious? keep on keepin' on, man
im gonna cry but this time its gonna be good tears. thank you so much…i try so hard…and im glad it shows and im glad to be your friend too, whoever you are
Never will there be a day when I don't follow you everywhere, my friend. All your characters, even the ones I know jack shit all feel so human that I could touch them and hug them. You as a mun? Very fun to talk to and extremely adorable. My opinion is highly unlikely to change.
fsngdsgn you know...you know i love you okay ;_; thank you for sticking by me for so long and supporting me no matter what. youre a true friend
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It had been exactly a week since the Inquisitor’s famed defeat of Corypheus and things at Skyhold were changing and moving. Some people chose to return to their homes, free of the many threats that had terrorized them. Some chose to stay on and continue to serve the Inquisition. Maryden chose the latter, not exactly wishing to make a return journey home for a long while.
So here she sat in Skyhold’s courtyard, leaning against the outside walls of the tavern, quill and paper in hand, taking some much needed time outside Herald’s Rest to start penning more songs now that she had the opportunity to do so. So many ideas in her head to put to paper and eventually into song; she wanted to honor certain exemplary members of the Inquisition as well as ease people back into a more peaceful state of mind. It would give her something to do and later, when she finally performed her songs, she’d feel less lonely. Yes, performing always did the trick.
THE COURTYARD IS nearly devoid of people, of sound, making it a lonely place indeed. cole never lingered there long. he would help, then he would leave. now that people could remember him, it was a bit more difficult to do that. they expected to see him now. some came looking for him. and with the threat of corypheus over, he has no excuse to hide himself away from the world.
maryden halewell---her quill scribbles across the paper, but cole cannot see what she’s writing as she faces his general direction, the back of the paper to him. cole does well not to seem like he’s “skulking,” as josephine called it. he sits cross-legged on the ground, fumbling with blades of grass between his thumbs and forefingers.
but he watches, and watches intently. maryden is a woman filled with loneliness that rivals even cole’s own. he does not prod too deep for the source, but he knows he can help her if he pleases. if she’ll let him. that’s what he learned: only help if they let you, and be careful with them. be slow. don’t force yourself into their minds.
so he’s quiet, eyes trained on her; curious. every time she seems like she’s going to look up, he glances away.
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the temple of mythal dominated his large slice of the fade; it was familar to him, comforting the elf where none else could be had. the temple itself was one in its prime, crumbling walls and moss no longer claiming the ancient architecture rather embellishing the strong, gilded stone. faint whispers of the denizens echoing from within, the prime of arlathan, the times he pined for. It was there he hunted, dressed in the guise of a massive, copious garnet eyed, abysmal wolf. starlight clung to his ragged form despite the shadows that dripped venomously from his pelt extinguishing all in his wake. he had not been the least bit surprised that cole, the spirit he had taken under his wing, discovered his place of sanctuary. perhaps he had allowed the boy to seek him out, he was the bridge between world and as of late his thoughts turned more towards the waking world rather than the dream realm he loved with his entire being. it was because of her and despite how desperately he bid his own mind to cease the corrosion every time he caught the smallest hint of her scent or heard her laughter echo through the fade.. he was slowly killing himself, but it would be worth it once the world had been righted once more. The wolf stared silently at the boy as he uttered the hardest question Solas had ever had to answer. ‘why?’ The pain that choked the spirit’s voice nearly caused the elf to become undone. And if anyone deserved an answer.. it was he who had faith in him above all else. The Wolf slowly rose his head to the emerald-tinted sky and released a howl that shook the very heavens before he allowed his body to mold, and transform into the familiar shape that Cole knew. His expression was forlorn, but remained, firm ad absolute, he had to believe without a doubt he had made the right choice. ❝I cannot give you the answer you seek, Cole. I’m acutely aware of the pain I’ve caused the Inquisitor— but she will learn to wield that pain like a blade and it will strengthen her. ❞ he willed his voice not to crack and break before the spirit, betraying the pain that poisoned him so. yes, he had to believe in his words with the utmost conviction to convince himself he hadn’t broken the sole soul that could have given him the redemption he so desperately sought.
THE HOWL IS enough to make cole shake briefly. lips purse tightly as the boy-spirit attempts to understand. he cannot. it’s hard. if solas had loved her, why had he left? why had he caused her pain? to make her stronger? cole can’t understand. he loves someone as well, but he’d never cause her the pain solas caused the inquisitor. it feels wrong, too wrong. cole is someone who eradicates those that cause hurt, but he can’t bring himself to strike out against solas.
solas had been his guiding light through the treacherous yet fantastical world. so was varric. so was the inquisitor. they helped him when he thought he had to help, they helped him through his pain that still haunts him now but is tended to by a lovely minstrel whose voice soothes him beyond all else.
throat tightens. cole directs his gaze to the side, jaw setting and teeth clenching. cole is no longer the lost, broken spirit he was two years ago. he is a man now. he is human now. perhaps he still requires some guidance, but he is not clueless, no longer painfully naive to everything around him. he tries to accept solas’ words. no, not solas. fen’harel. the dread wolf. the inquisitor had spoken of his plans. plans that would ultimately cause hurt.
` she doesn’t talk about you anymore, ` he says dryly, ` but i see it. pain prodding at her heart, filled with hate and betrayal but an unmatched love. a spiritual connection. slipping through the cracks of her very being. solas, var lath vir suledin. `
cole shakes his head, looks away. ` you didn’t have to leave. `
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You ever just have those moments where you look back on the past few months and go “Wow.” Well that’s me with this blog. Safe to say I’ve had many ups and downs on this journey, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Since creating this account, never would I have imagined making so many friends, nor thought I’d be as accepted as I feel whenever I log on. Every follower, every person who takes the time to pay attention makes it so worth while to get on each day. So now that I’ve hit several more milestones in the past month, I wanted to make a little thank you post to baes who have stuck around and made my dash worth following!! Here is a small little list I whipped up of people I would definitely recommend following, for they make my dash that much brighter! Thank you all, I wouldn’t still be here without your love! Throws glitter all over you all. (˘︷ ˘)✧
The Inner Circle: aka my main baes that keep me around.
templiere (because smitty is #1) ironhorns (because husband) amanofdestiny (#3 on the bias list) battlesworn (flower crown king) aintashes (take a bath hippie) miiserably (Dorians smol best friend)
The Lucerni: aka people that make me excited to log on. I adore you all!!
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THE FADE IS familiar to cole, it is where he is from. it is where he had been before he reached out to a lost boy in a cell and became him. this is his home. or, it was. yet the fade shapes itself accordingly around him. it was not like at adamant. this time, it’s more peaceful. he’s surrounded by ruins. there are... wolves. many-eyed wolves, red staring at him from black and it unnerves him.
but he knows.
the wolf before him---the biggest of the lot---shifts, transforms into a man that is all too familiar. cole stares blankly, twists his hands into the leathers he wears and frowns. no, he does not hate solas. not really. but he is disappointed, sad.
solas had hurt the inquisitor, made her upset, took her arm. the last part is perhaps, for the best, as it would have killed her. but...
` why, solas? `