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faderift2019-01-03 09:27 pm
wythersake) wrote in faderift2019-01-03 09:27 pm
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WHO: Isaac + Lexie, Leander
WHAT: Threads 4 the month
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: just hmu on plurk if you want a starter
WHAT: Threads 4 the month
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: just hmu on plurk if you want a starter
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Need the brace, that is, but she takes his arm in any case and lays her other hand comfortably over the one that rests in the crook of his elbow.
"Surpassingly," she replies, with the same sort of lightness, "I believe it a dreadful sport and have only been well pleased by it once the bear has been loosed from its bindings to wreak its vengeance."
The Embrium is tucked cunningly into the band of her hat.
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There are (he's heard) arenas in Tevinter.
That's not where he's going, either. The entire country seems a path best cut about for the time being, ground to be retrod once under steadier foot. Ideally: Lexie's. Isaac isn't above tripping into puddles as he must; doesn't mean he cares for the effects.
"We might pose another question: What renders that violence ignoble?" Vendors hawk their wares. Hawke, a few of them: Tired as that legend must grow, still spins up enough coin. "Beside that of the Tourney?"
With its wyverns, and gasts, and — slime.
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It's something she's missed, this. Having a conversation that might be about anything from the plight of Mages in the south, to the Inquisition being bound by honor and humanity in combat in a way Corypheus and his troops certainly weren't, to the actual sport being discussed. The game in attempting to see whether or not, by the end of the conversation, you could be having the same one.
"I shall answer both at once. Men who make sport of fettered beasts that should be stronger than them unfettered in order to boast themselves as great and powerful as that which they have caught and bound are, I think, made the smaller for it."
No such thing seen in the Tourney's creatures. Fabricated though the circumstances had been, Geneviève had earned her victory.
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To supply the iron, to craft and place it. Whether there’s honour in Orlais is a matter of contention, but it wasn’t Gaspard's strength of arm that brought him so near to the throne.
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Too much metaphor, and they'll both sink into some ridiculous guessing game. Well. More ridiculous.
"Shackled and winged alike — a bird of uncommon cleverness, and finely-kept for it," If it isn't about mages (about Tevinter), it may as well be. But there are other confines than a tower: If less politically important, more presently relevant. "Kept, the same."
Hooded, blind; talons fettered to another's purpose. He does recall whose walls he scorched.
His glance finds hers: A moment, two, and then they round the corner. There's a sign at the end of the street, the Grizzly Arms. It hangs before a set of steps, themselves vanishing underground. A heavily-tattooed woman loiters outside the entrance.
"Of course it's a sight when they get loose. Whether after the hare," He's heard about the wedding. Merrill, a particularly scandalous choice if one needs to piss on the memory of a would-be Magister. "Or one's eyes."
There are more direct means than scandal. It's lightly-said, might be a joke. Might be.
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About the bird, about its 'master'. Little for the hare; it irks her to be thought prey, despite making herself an attractive target.
"It is a rare bird who would fly to the glove a-purpose, rather than being born to it or caught. I should simultaneous cherish it and wonder always why it came. Why it stays."
The woman's tattoos are rather lovely.