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(Just a heads up for anyone who I follow: I have a habit of going through every page of someone's tumblr if I start following them, looking for things that amuse/interest me. I'm starting to realize that this might seem a bit creepy, so I apologize in advance.)
there are days when his skin feels like his. when the lyrium markings are only a dull ache that don’t reach to his bones, danarius now only a whisper that’s dead and buried and not breathing down his neck. he doesn’t slouch, doesn’t scowl, and isabela notices. she’s quick to point it out as she sees him standing near the bar of the tavern waiting on a drink he was better off having at home from a proper bottle of wine.
"you look taller," she says, sidling up to him, nudging him playfully with a round hip. she’s sweaty and her tunic is stained with blood from an outing with hawke and merrill.
he finds himself straightening up more at her observation, absentmindedly puffing out his chest and not realizing his sudden posturing in her presence. she’s a keen one, rogues always are, and she leans against the bar, looking up at him and patting playfully his chest to show she realizes what he’s doing. he’s wearing only his tunic for once, and instead of her hand thonking against cool metal, distant and faint, it’s warm against the press of his binder and he can nearly imagine her skin against his.
"taller and less like a prickly porcupine." his drink arrives, set between him and isabela as corff quickly moves away to avoid hearing the pirate’s order. instead of taking the drink that no doubt tastes of stale grapes and vomit, fenris runs bare fingers up along the length of bela’s bicep.
he smirks, a strange bolt of something running through him down to his toes, the same that keeps him puffed up like a parading cockatrice, and he leans forward to murmur in her ear.
"though still just as thorny."
isabela’s laugh is sudden and loud as he moves back to calmly take his drink, still aware of how she looks at him now. and yet he remains tall and comfortable and her gaze feels warm and inviting as she eyes him up and down.
"you practiced that, didn’t you?"
the smirk remains on his lips even as the makeshift wine tastes dreadful against his tongue. it’s too sweet, not at all bitter. “for years,” he says, and despite himself his ears flush pink.
Morrigan: Hmph. No doubt this had something to do with "facing the dark side of your soul" or some such rubbish.
Leliana: Did you see the cruelty on my... on her face? Is that really what I am?
Sten: This proves nothing. I have nothing to fear from shadows.
Oghren: *laughs* I can't believe I kicked my own ass!
Wynne: Well, I wasn't expecting that, and I certainly don't want to go through it again.
Alistair: That was... weird...
And then there is this guy, named Zevran: Maker's breath, I'm beautiful. Did you see that? Did you see me? Magnificent.
friend: ever since i started having sex i think i might be into super kinky stuff
me: oh really like what
friend: idk my bf handcuffed me last night
me: whoa that really is kinky
me internally: weak
remember that time kon and cassie were making out and diana just picked kon up and flung him away.
because i do and it’s my favorite thing