Healer Cherryl Parsten

@cherrylparsten / cherrylparsten.tumblr.com

Indie OC rp account for the Dragon Age: Inquisition universe.

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“Don’t stand up yet.”

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“Really, I’m fine!” Moira protested, attempting to disobey Cherryl’s direction and stand anyway. Both legs protested, and she plopped back down onto the stone with a wince.

She huffed with frustration before muttering, “Whoever designed this damn fortress didn’t do it with qunari on crutches in mind.”

She’d been heading back to the kitchen after delivering lunch to Commander Cullen, nothing outside of her usual routine, but of course she’d lost her balance and tumbled down half a flight of stone steps, in full view of all the merchants and anyone visiting the stables.

It was as embarrassing as it was painful, and Moira groaned as she spotted her splintered crutch.

Well, that was going to make things a bit more difficult.

“Moira, please. Let me help you.”

Cherryl was practically begging, the sight of Moira like this damn near broke her heart already. It was made worse to see the other woman struggling to be so insistent on helping herself. “S-sometimes it’s okay to ask for help..”

She leaned down, trying to help Moira back onto her feet and allowing herself to be used as support. “Come on. W-we can go to my tent. I think a little tea might be nice, don’t you?” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Moira’s now broken crutch. A shame...maybe she could find a way to surprise the woman with a new one as a gift some time.

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“I-I know. Ginger can be a harsh flavor on it’s own. But it’s the best I can do. I can’t w-water it down with other flavors for s-such a s-severe case of s-stomach pains... Please just drink it.”

#open #open starter #banter starter

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arcanistdagnarp asked:

"Oh, don't worry about Solas. He's a tough egg to crack but once you do, he's all gooey on the inside."

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“Oh I think he’s nice enough. I just wish he didn’t make that face w-whenever he drinks my teas. I’m only trying to help…”

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“I do like lemon!” Dagna chirped.

“Flavors I like? Umm…very sweet. Can you make a doughnut flavored tea? Or pie? Oooh…”

Her stomach gurgled angrily at the thought of sweets.

“Or maybe not.”

Cherryl gave off a soft giggle. She’d heard the rumbling of Dagna’s stomach from where she was sitting. “Well, at least you’re not in any terrible pain, or completely sick. Though I would have something soothing for that in case.”

She gave the dwarf woman a warm smile and invited her to have a seat before she started to work. The Qunari worked in complete silence, half out of concentration, and the other due to a lack of social skills. She just didn’t know how to strike up a conversation on her own sometimes.

At one point, she became aware of how awkward this silence had to have been for the both of them.

“I um...I’ve been making tea s-since I was a little girl.” She started. “Mother taught me the s-skill. S-said it would make my future husband happy and taken care of. Then I s-started experimenting and...I discovered I have a small talent for medicinal teas...”

She was talking too much now. She had to be.

#arcanistdagnarp

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The talk of her mother makes him suddenly uncomfortable, and he takes a few more steps back. That’s not a box of frogs he’s ready to open with someone he only just met.

“Nothin’ wrong with standin’ up for yourself.” He leaves it vague, choosing not to address the elephant in the tent for the time being.

“I know this is going to s-sound s-so foolish. But I don’t know how to s-stand up for myself, actually.” She looks ashamed of herself for admitting it, and turns away. “Do you like tea at all? I could make you s-some if you’d like?”

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“Just because it comes with the job don’t mean you gotta take it.” He places the last of the chunky shards in her hand and steps back, observing the scene. “You can stand up to people without bein’ mean, if that’s what you’re concerned about, though to be quite honest … I think some people deserve a little meanness.”

“I don’t know. I w-wouldn’t want to become like my mother.” She collects the last of the shattered cup and tosses it in a bin with a heavy sigh. “I never w-want to become anything like her. Besides. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, right?”

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“Take it from someone who used to be an asshole–who is still occasionally an asshole–that guy was bein’ an asshole.” Arik leans down to help her pick up the shards of glass. “There’s no good excuse for that kinda shit.”

“I really liked that s-set. Now I’m short one cup.” She mutters quietly to herself. Then she turns back to Arik. “I s-suppose you’re right. I just don’t s-see much point in getting upset over it. It must be frustrating, to put yourself in danger like that, getting hurt so often. Then having to w-wait for your cure? Honestly, it’s s-something the healers learn to just cope with.”

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“You shouldn’t let people push you around like that.”

“What? Oh, no. It’s nothing like that. S-some people just get very...cranky when they’re in pain.” Cherryl tries to rationalize the situation, while carefully sweeping up the shattered remains of one of her favorite tea cups. “And tea can take some time to brew s-so...”

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A Love Letter

dragonageimpostors:

The library was often where Iarith roamed if it wasn’t Josephine’s office or her own, for that matter. It had ample desk space, books for any reference she might require and above all; quiet.

The woman sat at one of the tables with quill in hand, one leg crossed over the other and her cheek resting in her palm. She was balancing some imports and exports for the Inquisition; trying to find where they were bleeding and where profits could be made.

It had initially been a part of Josephine’s job until Iarith had arrived. It allowed the Ambassador to focus on Ambassador…ing.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she began to scribble some notes in her book, tracking where they were gaining coin and the like, trying to point where to, exactly, it was going. In most places they broke rather even, as that was how she had fixed it to be when she arrived. Unfortunately with the Inquisition ever expanding, there were new channels that needed to be taken into account.

“Did he-…?” She groaned and pursed her lips, “Dorian seriously had the nerve to pen ‘perfume allowance’ in my book?? Egotistical sod.” She grumbled, scratching it out.

It wasn’t often Cherryl really read for recreation. Usually she would visit the library of books the Inquisition had to offer in search of medical journals or books on medicinal herbs. She didn’t much read as a hobby, but more for broadening her knowledge and skills for her job.

Today, though, she’d try to find something new to read. Or at least, she’d make it seem that way in the hopes of finding whoever had written her that letter. But she’d make herself look busy, browsing through the shelves pretending to find something new and interesting to read.

All the while, she was taking subtle glances around. There were a few people here, but none really struck her as someone who would write her a love letter. She was starting to think this was all just a prank.

With a defeated sigh, she grabs a romance novel she’d heard whispers about around the camps. Maybe she actually could start reading a little more leisurely for once. She was a little sad to think she was just the victim of a prank.

She heard Iarith mumbling, and wandered over. “He’s quite the character isn’t he? Dorian, I mean.” She commented, tyring her best to make playful banter.

#dragonageimpostors

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arcanistdagnarp asked:

"Oh, don't worry about Solas. He's a tough egg to crack but once you do, he's all gooey on the inside."

cherrylparsten answered:

“Oh I think he’s nice enough. I just wish he didn’t make that face w-whenever he drinks my teas. I’m only trying to help…”

arcanistdagnarp:

“In that case Cherryl, what would you recommend for a sour tummy? I think I might have over indulged last night. Mmmmm it was so good though.”

“I have just the thing, actually!” She smiles, wide and proud. “Do you like lemon? What flavors do you really like?”

#arcanistdagnarp

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arcanistdagnarp asked:

"Oh, don't worry about Solas. He's a tough egg to crack but once you do, he's all gooey on the inside."

cherrylparsten answered:

“Oh I think he’s nice enough. I just wish he didn’t make that face w-whenever he drinks my teas. I’m only trying to help…”

arcanistdagnarp

“I mean, I’m sure he appreciates the help. However it’s hard to change people’s taste. It’s like watching a little kid eat vegetables!”

“I s-suppose you can’t please everyone all the time. And there are other healers he can go to. Perhaps I’m just too overly s-sensitive. I’m just s-so proud of my teas.”

#arcanistdagnarp

arcanistdagnarp asked:

"Oh, don't worry about Solas. He's a tough egg to crack but once you do, he's all gooey on the inside."

“Oh I think he’s nice enough. I just wish he didn’t make that face w-whenever he drinks my teas. I’m only trying to help...”

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A Love Letter

Dear Cherryl, I have watched you help the many people this Inquisition is home to from afar, and find myself both mesmerized and filled with a gentle adoration. You are a selfless woman, one of unmatched beauty and effortless grace. How I wish to say these words to you face to face, I…simply do not have the courage to do so. ~ The Bookkeeper Iarith sat at the Ambassador’s desk with her arms over her head, groaning loudly and cursing in Antivan. Josephine sat upon the corner of her desk, chuckling softly and rubbing her companion’s back soothingly. “You are making much more of this than is necessarily, my friend. Certainly she will find your endearing words incrediably sweet.” “…she is going to think I’m a fool, Josie.” The woman whined, thumping her forehead against the wood, causing a heavy sigh from Josephine. “You keep books for the most infamous guild of Assassins in all of Thedas, as well as the Inquisition; I doubt anyone could think you were a fool.

Cherryl had returned to her tent after a long day. So many people in the Inquisition meant there was someone new sick or injured every day. It kept her busy, which was a mixed blessing. Not one for being social, it exhausted her to be so active. And yet, the job left her feeling so fulfilled every day. Especially with her own unique style of healing and how effective it was.

She was about to take a brief nap to recharge and get ready for some experimental tea blends when she noticed a letter near her favorite tea set. Curious, she made her way over to the table and gave it a read. Once, then twice. A blush started to creep over her cheeks. She had an admirer?

The Bookkeeper...Cherryl had to admit she didn’t know too many people personally, and really only knew her fellow healers by name. She couldn’t help but wonder who this person was. Curiosity near consumed her, and after she had managed to get some rest, she found herself unable to focus on her tea blends.

She’d go to the library, she thought. Maybe see if there were any interesting books on herb studies. And certainly not to try to spy and figure who her secret admirer could be....

Submitted by continentimpostor

#contentimpostor #iarith travisani #submission

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Send a love letter to my muse!

It can be platonic, romantic, silly, graphic, anything that comes to mind!

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Anonymous asked:

I would never trust a Qunari as a healer. I don't want to get manhandled by a barbarian.

freefromthequn answered:

@cherrylparsten

“Well then I guess you can just stay sick and injured, huh? If a qunari is the only healer available to treat you, you’re gonna have to fend for yourself because you can’t get over your racism. But the soldiers who aren’t assholes will get treated and you’ll just be laying there sounding like a moron in a pool of your own damn blood and sick.”

Moira looks entirely too tired to deal with this sort of racist bullshit.

“Look, I don’t give a shit what you say about me, but Cherryl’s a fantastic healer. Leave her alone.”

freefromthequn:

“Hey, don’t say that…” Moira placed a hand on Cherryl’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “If you hadn’t left, Shiloh wouldn’t have learned to bake, you wouldn’t have become on of the Inquisition’s valued healers… You’d still be under her control.”

After a moment of hesitation, she leaned in to press a quick kiss to the corner of Cherryl’s mouth. “And if you hadn’t left, we would never have met.”

“Sh-she always used to s-say people would never treat me right. Just because of how I am. The w-way I w-was born. I’m always going to be a monster to them...”

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Anonymous asked:

I would never trust a Qunari as a healer. I don't want to get manhandled by a barbarian.

freefromthequn answered:

@cherrylparsten

“Well then I guess you can just stay sick and injured, huh? If a qunari is the only healer available to treat you, you’re gonna have to fend for yourself because you can’t get over your racism. But the soldiers who aren’t assholes will get treated and you’ll just be laying there sounding like a moron in a pool of your own damn blood and sick.”

Moira looks entirely too tired to deal with this sort of racist bullshit.

“Look, I don’t give a shit what you say about me, but Cherryl’s a fantastic healer. Leave her alone.”

freefromthequn:

“They think everything we do is barbaric simply because we’re qunari. And they don’t bother to get to know us or see us as people for the same reason. But Cherryl, you’re not barbaric. You’re lovely, and talented, and I won’t let anyone speak about you that way.”

“I...I guess mother was right about some things. Perhaps I sh-should have never left home...”

#freefromthequn

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Anonymous asked:

I would never trust a Qunari as a healer. I don't want to get manhandled by a barbarian.

freefromthequn answered:

@cherrylparsten

“Well then I guess you can just stay sick and injured, huh? If a qunari is the only healer available to treat you, you’re gonna have to fend for yourself because you can’t get over your racism. But the soldiers who aren’t assholes will get treated and you’ll just be laying there sounding like a moron in a pool of your own damn blood and sick.”

Moira looks entirely too tired to deal with this sort of racist bullshit.

“Look, I don’t give a shit what you say about me, but Cherryl’s a fantastic healer. Leave her alone.”

“I....I would have thought that...” Cherryl whimpers softly. “I don’t deal with patients ph-physically. I use my t-teas...how is that barbaric?”

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Anonymous asked:

I've heard the healer with horns has been adding a drop or two of poison to the tea of anyone who mocks an elf or a qunari

“I think you must have misheard. Sh-she would never do something like that.”

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