You’re Awake You awaken in a bolt of pure panic to the sensation of probing magic. Your eyes snap open, you bolt upright, and you shove the person looming over you full in the chest. Your first instinct is to run now and figure out where you are later, but your head is spinning violently enough to give you pause. Your vision goes blurry and the world threatens to go black. “Emma, it’s just me!”…
Happy various independence days to Algeria (France), Burundi (Belgium), Rawanda (Belgium), Comoros (France), Cape Verde (Portugal), São Tomé and Príncipe (Portugal), Peru (Spain), Venezuela (Spain), Argentina (Spain), Colombia (Spain), Canada (Britain), the US (Britain), the Philippines (US) The Bahamas (Britain), Kiribati (Britain), the Maldives (Britain), Malawi (Britain), the Solomon Islands (Britain), Vanuatu (Britain AND France), Somalia (Britain AND Italy wow rare Italy mention) and Anguilla (Britain, hope you guys get a new one soon). That…
Morning Shock You take medicine when the cold starts sinking into your sore bones, but while it makes you just as loopy as ever, it doesn’t put you to sleep. You spend the night staring vaguely up at the ceiling, wondering what you’re going to do all winter, when it’s too cold to leave the fortress and sleep in the woods outside Skyhold. You almost hate yourself for hoping it, but if Solas gets sent…
Elven Fears Despite your determination to share your food with Solas, there’s still quite a bit left after the two of you have eaten your fill. There’s a fairly good chance you’d just keep eating it if you brought the leftover soft, baked sweets to your desk, but you think of a better idea. You gather the sweets, excuse yourself, and head up into the library. You acquiesce to give Dorian a muffin, but your…
Fussing Knowing you could tear Skyhold apart from the inside is an amusing feeling. You’ve no actual desire to do so, of course; this place is important. No matter your personal feelings on the Inquisition, the Inquisitor, or any of the advisors… They’re doing something that needs to be done. Arguably. None of the other nations are in a position to do shit against what apparently actually is an ancient magister darkspawn with a dragon,…
You Believe Him You awake in a burst of panic to the sensation of magic. You sit bolt upright, the weight of a wolf pelt falling from your shoulders. You’d known it! You’d known it, that bastard, he must have… must have drugged you and been poking around, that son of a… The sensation of magic fades, but the air is still thick with the remnants as you try to clear your foggy head. You…
Reaction While whispers erupt around you wherever you walk, it seems as though the news hasn’t yet reached Solas, judging by his reaction when he sees you. He’s at his desk, not sitting, but leaning over it, sleeves rolled up. A cursory glance is enough for you to tell why, even with only a single eye working. He’s painting something… with the box of water colors you’d gotten for him in Val Royeaux. Your flush…
Consequences You don’t sleep that night. That’s not really surprising. You don’t sleep most nights, and certainly not when you’ve had such a fright right before bed. You spend the night curled up in the corner of your room, eyes flickering between your covered window and your chest-barricaded door, as if expecting someone to come bursting through to assault you further. You can’t decide whether or not you should attend training with the Iron Bull.…
Birdwatching You wake up with regrets. But you had spent the night in blissful, blissful, dreamless unconsciousness, so the regrets honestly only go so far. On the plus side, you’re in your bed, though you don’t remember how you got there. On the not-so-plus side, however, you have a splitting headache and your mouth tastes and feels like you were waterboarded with acid. And you’re fucking freezing despite your cocoon of blankets. You realize why…
Chess “Is the elfroot everything you’d hoped?” Solas asks, clearly teasing you. “It’s everything I’d dreamed,” you reply dryly. “You sure you’re not from Tevinter?” Solas stiffens instantly. Fair enough, though you hadn’t meant it in a rude sense. You’re still working off your embarrassment, it seems. “What makes you ask?” he says tensely, almost irritably. “The way you use magic for the most mundane tasks,” you explain. “People here think Dorian’s flashy, but honestly,…