I have returned.

Apologies for my absence. I had… things to attend to. 

notabroodyelf:

Fenris contemplated the answer for a moment, “I have a few bottles left.” The elf muttered, “Two. Perfect for a night of rambunctious drinking if needed.” He smirked, getting up and rummaging through a few empty bottles that he had accumulated — the basement seemed to have hidden places where the Pavali had been stored. “What’s not to take pride in?” He responded.

“Is that so? Then let the drinking begin!” Marian watched the elf’s form as he tussled through the wine bottles in the corner of her eye before looking towards the flame again. A short chuckle sifted from her lips at his response. Crossing one long leg over the other, she let her gloved hands fall to her lap, her icy hues probing over flame after flame as they elegantly folding over one another. It was often that the two found themselves in quarrels; specifically over mage oppression and templar abuse along with an occasional petty brawl in which Fenris questioned her leading abilities.

It was a rarity that she found herself in such placid company with the man, but it was certainly extremely appreciated in times like this. Wine and good company, what could be better? It brought upon another reminiscing smile as she gawked at the fireplace, finally retorting, “I suppose you’re right; less distraction… less disturbance… and they’ll blame the ghosts for the glass shatters they hear in the middle of the night. Looks like you’ve got it all settled.” her beam broadened as she jested further. 

zevranofthecrows:

ooc: Starters anyone? I cant wait to rp with all of you <3

ooc: I’m always willing to start up an rp with anyone. 83 

notabroodyelf:

Fenris nodded, leading her inside; it seems the mansion never changed. The bodies of mercernaries lay pushed against the wall, and spiderwebs still hung in the corners; but it was his home, and that is how it would stay. It no longer bothered the elf, who was thankful to not live in the alienage with his elven counterparts. He led her to the bedroom of no advance, but that was where the benches were and it was where he finally decided to sit. “Aveline has gauranteed this place is safe and even cleared the ownership. I am a ghost to them.” Fenris smirked, “They all think it’s haunted, so no one wants to buy it..it works out well to keep them frightened.” He cleared his throat and leaning down to rest his elbows on his knees, hands interlocked with one another.

Marian squinted as he led her into the room, lifting her hand up to shield her eyes from the debris. Ducking below a deep cobweb, her nose crinkled at the sudden stench of rotting flesh. Her icy blue eyes traveled to the far corner of his mansion in which lay a bulk of limp bodies. It wasn’t as if Kirkwall smelled much better, but this odor was certainly… pungent. How the muddle didn’t bother the elf unquestionably was an oddity to the mage. Marian followed the tall figure into his room, sinking her bottom into the seat across of the man. Her eyes immediately went to the flame aside the chairs, her hues delicately tracing over each lick of fire. After Fenris spoke, a meek chuckle came from her lips. Her eyes flicked back to his, a light smirk tugging at a corner of her lips as she shook her head briefly. “Always taking pride in being fearful, I see.” She goaded jestingly, her fingers gently thrummed at the edge of the chair’s arm and a paused came between them. “Still have any of that aggregio pavali left? I can’t see our holy man drowning himself in alcohol but I can certainly see myself doing so.” Her smirk evolved into into a toothy and crooked grin.  

/blinks/ What… another templar problem? How… so? 

Don’t fuck with the Hawke.

hawke-this-hawke-that:

notabroodyelf:

“It is a stupid idea, Hawke.” Fenris reassured, “Especially with all the trouble you get into.” the elf smirked, the first hint of a joke he had spurred all conversation. “Sebastian must has ale hidden somewhere,enough of that and he’s out for awhile.” he smirked, clearing his throat. “proved by many a night at the Hanged man.” he stated Fenris flexed, “The same reason you are here. I could not sleep, I felt…Restless.” the elf paused, “And I felt they needed another reason to complain about the ‘mysterious elf.’” he joked once more, though his voice was very blunt, it seemed. “The redecoration was only temporary, though I did enjoy the new look, it did well for the wallpaper and portraits.”

The mage tapped at her chin, “Yes, the… mauve stains certainly are… characteristic.” And she gave a short chuckle, eyeing her companion; “For some reason, I can’t see Sebastian drowning himself into oblivion… But I suppose you’d have to see it to believe it.” she sighed and took a hand into her cropped mane, tussling it lightly, “—I hope you realize what you’re doing; working up a mess for Aveline. One more complaint and she’ll be back knocking down your door with one kick.” Marian paused for a moment to look past the corner she had entered from, catching sight of a dark figure in the distance amid the early-morning fog. Flouting the apparition, she tightened her jaw, “Not to be too hasty or anything, but do you suppose we could move this conversation inside? I don’t want an angry visit from Aveline, either.” 

Unforeseen

by-the-dread-wolf:

“Well I didn’t get lost, I mean I was just…Do you need to lean on my shoulder?” Merrill said blushing, and how was it that even injured Marian still knew the way to the Alienage when Merrill still felt slightly lost.

Merrill shook her head, her terrible directional sense was not important right now, Hawke getting better was. She saw  Marian stumble a little and began to follow a little more closely behind Hawke ready to catch her if she were to fall. Merrill really didn’t like the look of all the blood flowing quickly from those wounds.

The mage stubbornly gave a rash shake of the head, gritting her teeth and pushing foreword. She appreciated Merrill’s offer of help, as well as anyone’s in the past. But her father taught her to drive through the pain. Being the eldest as well as a mage, her father wasn’t as lenient when training her at a young age.

But truthfully she wouldn’t have had it any other way. “You will be a strong mage, my dear. But true strength comes from the will of your own muscle, and not your magic. So if you are ever to fall, you must rise. If you persist, you will not hurt with such determination. Use your magic with intelligence and your own strength with grit.” She heard the echo of his stern vocals within her ear. She could mentally see that stringent yet tender blue gaze look down upon her as she fell back, not able to control her mana while conducting a new spell. “Get up.” He’d simply say, although his voice was not fierce with frustration towards her failure. His voice was filled with a bright incentive to keep moving. And Marian would rise, gritting through the discomfort until she was back on two feet. And he would smile, “Try again.”

The two companions continued to move in silence, and it was not long before they crept up upon the Alienage. The massive tree called the “vhenanadahl” glistened within the darkness, the lanterns from underneath the shadowy tree casting thin white outlines amongst every blackened leaf. Despite the condition of the area itself, she always found that tree somewhat beautiful amongst the empty-handedness. Approaching the door of Merrill’s home, she moved to the side and allowed the elf to move foreword and unlock the entrance. 

(Source: hawke-this-hawke-that)