Mr Thrill Of The Chase

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

“I wanna take you in the kitchen. Lift up your wedding dress someone was probably murdered in.”

This watcher coat looks so warm and comfy!!

A well deserved catnap 🐈

Alternate casual Solas outfit 🌿

Hi!!! Happy Thedas Weekend!! How about “Rook trying to impress someone.” from the story time prompts, for Mel Mercar?

I need you to know this prompt gave me one of the biggest breakthroughs on Mel's character I've had so far! you have both my heart and my sincerest thanks !!!! hope you enjoy this little blurb, and tysm for prompting for @thedasweekend <3

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"You're sweet." Neve said. Two words, spoken casually over her shoulder as she climbed the staircase ahead. Just two words and Mel Mercar knew she was utterly lost, stumbling a step in her haste to follow.

'Sweet.' Later, the word clattered around in her mind, even as she explored their strange new landing spot. The Lighthouse thrummed with strange magic, making Mel's skin tingle, though not nearly as much as it did when Neve looked at her.

'Sweet.' No one had ever called Mel that before and she'd been called a lot of things. Harsh, sure. Brusque, off-putting. Brutish, on occasion. Lots of expletives, now that she thought about it. But never sweet.

She felt powerfully now the impulse to be sweet. Ignoring the nagging feeling that she'd somehow tricked Neve (she couldn't—Neve was far too clever), Mel began finding reasons to stop in to Neve's office. Often, she was bearing gifts. Or, coffee she learned to brew herself, following carefully Lucanis' instruction. Dinner, if Neve didn't make it out to eat with everyone, her attention snagged on one case or another.

If she ever went on a mission without Neve at her side, she'd bring any trinket that caught her eye, or books, newspapers, a nice journal or feathered quill. Once, notably, a beautifully handmade magnifying glass. Mel had thought herself particularly clever for that one.

Each time she was rewarded with some version of 'you're sweet' and that world-shattering smile, Mel believed it a little more. She could be sweet, for Neve. She could be anything.

Companions: that Cole thing is creepy and probably a demon you should get rid of him

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