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A t h e r i l "Aah!!" Atheril shouted again, grabbing Solas' hand by the wrist and moving to bite--until she realized it was him on the other side. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she let her hand fall into his and squeezed it tight. He felt real, to her. Real enough that he could pull her to her...

A t h e r i l Atheril did try her best to stifle her smirk when he warned about challengers in the fade. She didn't do so very well. Her expression only softened once again as they prepared to enter the fade. It was rare, she knew, for Solas to come close to anyone. Usually, she, similarly...

A t h e r i l Before the subject could move on, "Wait, you really have seen him?" Atheril asked, ears twitching upwards ever so subtly, "I mean, I tried hunting him down, I tried to find him, but I never..." She pursed her lips, her gaze falling on the wooden ring she wore on her right hand. It...

A t h e r i l At the offer of water, Atheril graciously accepted, pouring herself a glass while she paid attention to him. Inner turmoil felt like an understatement. While she wondered, her glass, starting from her fingers, slowly began to frost over, while that side of the glass started...

A t h e r i l As Solas spoke, Atheril found herself relaxing back into her seat, lips curling up if only slightly. She never cared for lectures. Lectures on years upon years of elven lore only ever lulled Atheril to sleep, but that was never how Solas delivered it. She listened--sometimes, she...

A t h e r i l With so much of Skyhold's populace taking refuge from the weather indoors, there was no better place for Atheril to hide than outdoors. Rain poured and she was soon soaked, but she hardly minded. She could have frozen the rain before it hit her, but it wasn't her magic she wanted...

After wearing her nails down with a long day's worth of typing, Minke used her free time to tend to them, filing the acrylic into a sharp point and painting over them with a sweet, pink polish. It had been a good day's work. She'd taken the short prompts she was given, small bits of information...

(Roleplay w/ @Sunshine and Whiskey) Name: Jovanka Cokes Age: 23 Family: Aca Cokes (Father), Unknown mother Personality: Strong-willed, determined, sarcastic, impulsive

Parrot smiled back at Alison, happy to at least have her at the table, even if the two of them couldn't sit next to each other. Still, when Collin looked towards her and when she acknowledged him in return, her smile almost immediately fell. Even if he treated her like a guest when she should've...

Parrot looked down towards her own gown, fidgeting even more nervously when Alison just asked her why she was nervous, "Because...I'm his prisoner. I know I am. I know he took me out of the dungeon and he's inviting us to dinner and all, but...we're enemies. I have to stay loyal to my people. I...

"Oh, of course it looks beautiful! That's because you're wearing it!" Parrot complimented, taking the brush from her so that she could tackle the tangled style. Allison had done it for her for years, and Parrot could only imagine what a pain all her curls were. It was the least she could do -...

Parrot looked...confused, and shook her head, "I did...I did nothing. I've hardly even wanted anything to do with him..." she said, walking next to her in front of the mirror and looking at both of their sad expressions, "I...you know I'm married to Layton. I have a duty to my kingdom. I'm not...

As the door shut behind the two of them, Parrot could release a sigh that she didn't even realize she was holding in. She felt relaxed when she was alone, if only for a moment. For a second there, she could almost look around and pretend that nothing had changed, that there had been no war and...

"Oh, Alison, it's alright! You're welcome to stay here whenever you like. I'm...I'm glad I wasn't alone after what happened last night," Parrot said, giving her a tight good morning hug, "You're my friend before you're my maid. Really." The small bit of happiness that Parrot managed to find was...

Parrot wasn't looking all that forward towards the next morning either. It had been so long since she'd seen Collin, and she missed him dearly...and yet, she couldn't be sure if she was ready to face him now. This wouldn't be the nice Prince Collin she knew, it would be the evil King Collin that...

"Oh, oh, Alison..." Parrot said quietly, trying to make sure she didn't move so much after just clearly expending so much energy, no matter what kind of energy it was. She held her hand on her shoulder, gently trying to push her back down on the comfortable lounge chair, before hurrying to get...

Parrot whimpered and cried as Alison healed her, and she cringed, but she didn't pull away. She allowed Alison to heal her and when she was done, Parrot was amazed. She ran her hand over where the cut used to be, almost like she was looking for where it could've gone. There wasn't even any pain...

Parrot looked around at all the nice things - the clean clothes, the warm bath, the whole chambers all to herself - and yet, she couldn't help but start crying once again. None of this was her's. It was all Collin's, considering it was all in his evil kingdom. The second he decided to betray her...

The evil king that had just taken their kingdom could call himself Collin as much as he wanted too. He even looked almost exactly like him, save for being a few years older. Still...Parrot could not believe it was him. Which, at this point, was probably good. If this scary monster really was...

Unfortunately, this time, as she guards carried Parrot, she was very much awake. And although her body was small, she still had one very viable option for escape when in a knight's arms. She could flail. Uncontrollably. Wildly. That's exactly what she did. "NO!" she screamed, her limbs flying...