open; Give me a field, give me a big sky

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli, Morrigan, Asher and you
WHAT: Catch-all for Bloomingtide
WHEN: Bloomingtide (post-5th Bloomingtide for Araceli)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: A proper catch-up for all three characters below with specific starters and some open headers, if you'd like something specific feel free to hit me up! If you'd like a backdated thing for Araceli or Morrigan, let me know and I'll sort that too, I know I've been gone for a fair bit sorry!
Araceli's threads will all be post 5th Bloomingtide when she gets back from her mission in Antiva!
For some ooc details on Morrigan things, please see here, a rookery post will go up shortly for research helpers!
Warnings for talk of violence, blood and language in Asher's threads.

Comments

[fightingale]

Justinia asked me to help her carry out her will as Divine, she could say. To carry that mantel is a great honour. She does not think Morrigan would understand or care to listen, when in her mind legacies and purpose are interwoven with the horrors of Flemeth's intent. Of course she is incredulous - what reason does she have to be otherwise? Life moves on is an ideal.

"Time passes and tactics change. Causes cannot waver."

Just quietly, that. There is something far too fascinating in the way Morrigan shudders, something that makes her throat dry and sparks the idle thought of what might happen if she mapped a lazy path with her finger before Leliana stops the thought short with a brutal sort of efficiency.

Those thoughts have no place with her, and of Morrigan--
That was an old weakness. And another learned from Dorothea, that when others abuse your weaknesses, they are still your weakness, and Leliana cannot allow herself those, even as Morrigan leans closer and Leliana has to fight herself from pressing into the contact, as well, as if she had taken utter leave of her senses. She must pull back, and she will, and she will remind herself that she is not some bratty young woman who rambled about love stories and pines after Morrigan from a distance that is both literal and not-entirely-so.

"It is a strength of yours, Morrigan." Leliana pauses, swallows, and tries to negotiate her words. "That much is clear."

Not a lot else feels very clear at the present moment, but at least there's that.