Dragon Age - Cole

“It doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. What matters is I helped.” 

Me: *trying to reference another Klimt painting*

My artistic abilities: Oh boy….Here we go again!

(Haha! Why am I doing that to myself?! :’-D)

In ancient times, only Fen'Harel could walk without fear among both our gods and the Forgotten Ones, for although he is kin to the gods of the People, the Forgotten Ones knew of his cunning ways and saw him as one of their own. And that is how Fen'Harel tricked them. - From codex entry: Fen’harel: the Dread Wolf

Oh, perhaps he had made a mistake by doing that he had made her mind run and and weave and waver. So he was about to say something about it. He was about to ask her if she understood anything about the call, as he heard it from the red lyrium, was it a real thing or false who knew, but it was starting to effect other things and that could imply more things that would be terrifying.

There were shadows here in her mind. The King of Ferelden, A noble looking man , the music it was not the music she heard now but than.

Cole was immediately faced with the fire haired girl when she glanced up at him. He was chewing his lower lip. "No." he answered immediately. "We haven't met yet." he added. "I'm Cole." it was something he  managed. Would Varric be proud ? He actually happened to answer a question. No wait, she hadn't spoken that.

He hoped it would be alright. Though he couldn't help but blurt out "Never roses, roses make you sad, petals fall like tears, covering the ground. Seen but no sound." he murmured Glancing to their feet as though he could see what she did.

Life was short for Gray Wardens, Cole had only ever met Blackwell, and he knew the secret there. Of how a man could be gray but not. He had no help there other than what he felt from others.

Cole tipped his hat back to look at the flower that had gone into his silvery hair. Any flower was bright against it. In this case it was lavender. He often collected it because it could be used to help with slumber. "It is nice there." he agreed as he reach for the wide hat, and swept it off so he could hold it. "No one has ever taken my flowers to give them to me before." he said his smile shy.  

@adia-cousland

Peace of Mind { madehimselfreal }

        Her mind was a mess. It seemed as if it only got worse the longer time went on, like a noisy crowd in her head full of mumbled words over top of screeching and hissing.

        It was the silence that got her.

         The silence that made it all come back and allowed the noise in. The silence that caused her head to scream as her vision darkened around points she looked at but didn’t.

         So many things she saw but didn’t see as she fell back on apparitions of the past. Her father, camp with Alistair, music…

        Such odd music, but she knew it wasn’t music of the calling. It couldn’t have been. This was music she knew too well.

            It wasn’t until she felt something touch her hair that her eyes moved, turning to look at a tall, thin boy who looked as ghostly as one could. It wasn’t until he mentioned the flower that she looked, eyes rolling up to the flower he’d put in her hair.

            Had she started a conversation with him and lost herself?

            “It does,” She lightly reached up, touching it’s petals gently. There was a small flash of a rose handed to her before the petals fell apart, falling like blood to the ground. Her eyes dropped to the hallucination as it vanished, leaving nothing more than bald patches of grass at her feet.

           She was painfully aware of how short her life was to be now. 30 years was gratuitous. She would expire long before that; long before Alistair.

         “How about you?” She pulled herself out of the noise and looked at him. Her eyes dropped to the flowers he held and took the most colorful one she could see. “I feel like this one belongs here.” She reached up, tucking it into his hair, hidden by his hat. “Now you’re not alone hidden under that hat; as it should be.”

            Strange how this boy seemed to put her warring mind at ease.

@madehimselfreal

Pure black roses do exist. The roses appear to be completely black, with the signature green stem. Called the Turkish Halfeti Rose, they only grow in exceptionally small numbers in the village of Halfeti, Turkey. 

The local Turks seem to enjoy a love-hate relationship with these rare blossoms. They consider the flowers to be symbols of mystery, hope and passion, and also death and bad news. Unfortunately, the black roses of Halfeti are an endangered species. They have been under threat of extinction ever since the residents of the village moved from ‘old Halfeti’ in the 1990s, when the Birecik Dam was constructed.

❝ You don’t have to be alone. ❞ from enya!

He turned to look at the elven Inquisitor with bright eyes and a small smile. "I am never alone, there are so many people here." he motioned. "Always, wandering, weaving and wondering at Skyhold." he often took things literally, and this was maybe part of the spirit's charm. To other's it was just weirdness.

Though it was heart-felt when he replied "You don't have to be alone either." he understood that it had to be hard to be the Inquisitor. So many looking to her as though she were a thing as opposed to being a dalish elf, from a small tribe who likely wasn't use to this.

He wasn't use to any of this either so could identify.

@veneriic

❝ Say how you feel. ❞

He turned to look at the woman beautiful and dark, foul tempered , feathered. Some would say. He saw more than most would. He saw a woman who was worried and ever seeking he was not sure she'd ever find what she sought. She was asking him how he felt. It was rare that people actually sought out his company, especially when there was a grand ball going on around them.

"I dislike like this place, to many faces within face, faux feeling and fears." he stated to her the red uniform was not his choice but he stood a little bit straighter. His head tipped to the side. "You are many things, with many lines and songs leading back to one, your running from." he sounded a little surprised by that.  Though the spirit shrugged his shoulders a little bit at his own confusion at that statement. Lifting his head. "My thoughts don't matter, its helping others that does."

@maventasked

“So? Don’t you have any wishes to make?”

It was a quiet moment and movement as Cole joined the dwarf her question had caught him by surprise and he didn’t know how to answer it. He didn’t think of himself often only others. So having wishes never really occurred to him and he made a motion with his hands.

He twirled the dandelion in his fingers. Bunny his little sister use to talk of such things you blew the petals free and made a wish. He had also over heard a little boy in Haven saying one could wish on stars. What had wishing done though. He tilted his head slowly. “Do you think it would help ?” he whispered. “To willfully, wish, wonder what might happen?” he frowned slightly “This is one of those things that Varric would say I don’t get…” he explained.

@ofcadash

✿

She had so much going on in her head. She was looking for someone a Fergus, and Cole had to bite his tongue to keep from asking about. He also could feel the taint inside. Rushing, Rumbling, Relishing the power it had over her. Almost like it was alive as well which made sense given Cole knew the Red Lyrium was alive and blighted.

Talking to people was not the spirits strong point though Varric had been giving him reassuring talks about being normal and just saying hello my is…and Cole had been confused because of course Varric knew his name was Cole. Varric had sighed and assured it was alright they would keep working at it. Which was people talk for the “kid” is not getting it.

Cole had flowers in his pouch from gathering herbs and so when he saw the Cousland girl’s hair he couldn’t help but compare it to the Embrium flower. Which he thought would look nice in her hair.  

So rather than introduce himself in typical spirit fashion he half approached and tucked the flower into the locks of her hair. Sure he was going to be caught. Still he offered a shy look, not quiet a smile. “Hello.” he offered “The flower felt like it belonged there.”

@adia-cousland

C l a n   L a v e l l a n ~

The Lavellan clan is different than most dalish clans. The Lavellan people openly traded with humans and respected them, whilst still trying to preserve their own culture.

~ insp.  ♥

🌔 - Who or what do they think about when they can’t sleep?

The spirit boy tipped his head at Quinn watching the mage and gave a faint chuckle that held very little humor within it. These were trying times and so often what he saw bordered on nightmares, horrors and the worst of humanity. Others however..  “Various things really, some dream of great, glory, grand things, and others hope with heartfelt prayers to the gods who seem to turn a blind eye and cold heart to them, for help.” he said his head lowered as he plucked at the edge of his glove nervously. “Other’s still have the fever dreams that come from the loss, lack, loathing of lyrium.” he whispered blue eyes rising to meet the young Inquisitor.  

A thoughtful hum, passed his lips though “Are you asking about anyone in particular ?"  since he could tell him about anyone at the Keep, from the lowest solider to any of his advisers they all had their worries and concerned, fears and dreams. Cole found it hard not to know people’s inner workings. It was part of what..of who…he was. Though he did notice that the Inquisitor was not asleep either. It was harder to hear him. "Are you well?”

@anthologii (Quinn Trevelyan)

“Look inside yourself. Have you really done the right thing?”

Cole was quiet for a moment his inner thoughts were not reflected on his face. Though he nodded his head once. Almost unnoticed and would have been by the untrained eye. “I think so. I can help better as a spirit.” he said his fingers going to the amulet that had been acquired but the Inquisitor.  Long delicate digits more gifted at opening locks, than examining jewelry brushing the magic. It hummed and sang of freedom.

The spirit paused and glanced sidelong at Solas, he could tell when something was bothering him. Could feel it inside. Twisting, turning, taunting, wanting released but not releasing. “Are you asking a question that mirrors your own ?” he inquired quietly. Pausing to sit tipping his hat back to look at Solas. He always looked up to the ancient elf, and he really wanted to help if he could. It was what he was Compassion.

He did not find himself nervous around Solas, he was just curious, sadness often pooled around the elf, but it also rolled from him like mist from an early rain. “I know you said I can not help..” he began…”but…maybe I can…if you let me ?”

@sacrificialarrow

Send 1 of these symbols, and my muse has to answer . . .

🌑 - What is their greatest fear?

🌒 - If they could kill one person, who would it be (if anyone)?

🌓 - What was their last dream about?

🌔 - Who or what do they think about when they can’t sleep?

🌕 - Who makes them laugh the most?

🌖 - Are they happy? If not, what would make them happy?

🌗 - Who is their ideal romantic partner (this can be a specific person or a few traits)?

🌘 - How many meals do they usually eat a day?

🌙 - Do they sleep enough?

☀ - Are they a day person or a night person?

{RP Starters} Coldplay X&Y Album

❝ You’re in control. ❞   ❝ Is there anywhere you want to go?  ❞   ❝ Is there anything you want to know?  ❞ ❝ The future’s made for discovering.  ❞   ❝ You just want somebody listening to what you say. ❞  ❝ It doesn’t matter who you are. ❞  ❝ What if there was no light? ❞  ❝ What if there was no time? ❞  ❝ What if you should decide that you don’t want me there by your side? ❞  ❝ Let’s take a breath, jump over the side. ❞  ❝ Every step that you take could be your biggest mistake. ❞  ❝ I want to feel like that. ❞ ❝ Maybe you’ll get what you wanted. ❞ ❝ I cannot hear, you’re breaking up. ❞ ❝ An answer now is what I need. ❞ ❝ Oh come on, love, stay with me. ❞ ❝ Could it be worse? ❞ ❝ Lights will guide you home. ❞ ❝ I will try to fix you. ❞   ❝ But if you never try, you’ll never know just what you’re worth. ❞ ❝ I promise you, I will learn from my mistakes. ❞ ❝ I can’t get through. ❞ ❝ I’ve been trying hard to reach you, ‘cause I don’t know what to do. ❞ ❝ I can’t believe it’s true. ❞  ❝ I’m so scared about the future, and I wanna talk to you. ❞  ❝ In the future, where will I be? ❞  ❝ Are you lost or incomplete? ❞  ❝ Tell me how you feel. ❞  ❝ Nothing’s really making any sense at all. ❞  ❝ Let’s talk. ❞  ❝ I’m diving off the deep end. ❞  ❝ You became my best friend. ❞  ❝ I wanna love you, but I don’t know if I can. ❞  ❝ I know something is broken, and I’m trying to fix it. ❞  ❝ How long before I get in? ❞  ❝ How long before you decide? ❞  ❝ Where to, where do I go? ❞  ❝ How long am I gonna stand with my head stuck under the sand? ❞  ❝ I’ll start before I can stop. ❞  ❝ If you could see it, then you’d understand. ❞  ❝ Some things, you have to believe. ❞  ❝ All those signs, I knew what they meant. ❞  ❝ You don’t have to be alone. ❞ ❝ Your heavy heart is made of stone. ❞     ❝ I’m not gonna take it back. ❞  ❝ You’re the target that I’m aiming at. ❞  ❝ Got to get that message home. ❞  ❝ I’m nothing on my own. ❞  ❝ I love you, please come home. ❞  ❝ You see the world in black and white. ❞  ❝ You think you’ll never get it right – but you’re wrong. You might. ❞  ❝ You mean more to me than any color I see. ❞  ❝ All you ever wanted was love, but you never look hard enough. ❞  ❝ I feel low. ❞  ❝ The hardest part was letting go. ❞ ❝ I could feel it go down… ❞  ❝ I wish that I could work it out. ❞  ❝ You really broke my heart. ❞  ❝ I tried to sing, but I couldn’t think of anything. ❞  ❝ You left the sweetest taste in my mouth. ❞  ❝ I wonder what it’s all about. ❞  ❝ Everything I do is wrong. ❞  ❝ Everything I do, it just comes undone. ❞  ❝ Everything is torn apart. ❞  ❝ That’s the hardest part. ❞  ❝ I can only blame myself. ❞  ❝ You can only blame me. ❞  ❝ That’s where I belong. ❞  ❝ You belong with me. ❞  ❝ You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes. ❞  ❝ What good is it to live with nothing left to give? ❞  ❝ Don’t fight for the wrong side. ❞  ❝ Say how you feel. ❞  ❝ If somebody made it, someone will mess it up. ❞  ❝ It belongs to all of us. ❞  ❝ I feel my time – my time has come. ❞  ❝ Let me in. Unlock the door. ❞  ❝ I’ve never felt this way before. ❞  ❝ I don’t know which way I’m going. ❞  ❝ I don’t know which way I’ve come. ❞  ❝ I need someone who understands. ❞  ❝ For you, I’ve waited all these years. ❞  ❝ For you, I’d wait ‘til Kingdom Come. ❞  ❝ Just say you’ll wait for me. ❞  ❝ I wouldn’t change a single thing. ❞ 

Victorian Horror symbol starters

Send me a symbol for a starter based on Victorian Horror and Victorian Gothic tropes and history! Enjoy a few little references to famous tales as well ~ (If you’d like a drabble based on these, send “symbol + drabble”) - suggested by @junkenghoul 

(Triggers present: all manner of death mention, murder, suicide, mental and physical illness)

✍Finding a cryptic, hand-written note in the study

🎩The muse meets a charming stranger for the first time, but something about them is suspicious

🕸 Exploring an old cellar/basement full of secrets

🌕Witnessing a moonlit ritual outside of a manor, cut off from civilization

👂 A descent into madness, prompted by rumors and paranoia

😱A descent into madness, as the character begins to no longer recognize those around them and/or see evil in everyone they know

🦇An eerie meeting between vampire and victim

😓A misunderstood character is ostracized, perhaps even threatened, for their peculiar habits, interests, or studies

💀A character suffering nightmares of their own death, or that of someone close to them

😈A plot about the effects of an ancestral curse never put to rest

😨A character catches sight of a horrible monster, but struggles to convince their loved ones that it’s not just their imagination

👀Everywhere the character goes, they feel as if they’re being watched (by the paintings, behind the mirrors, through every window)

⏳ A character becoming obsessed with their own mortality, age, or waning beauty

🔥 A crowd armed with torches gathering to hunt a monster/witch in town

👥The character has two distinct parts to their personality, one light and one dark, fighting for dominance

🔒A character framed and imprisoned/institutionalized for something they are not guilty of

🔮Receiving a dreadful warning through fortune telling

☠ A ghostly spirit leads the muse to uncovering the gruesome details of their death

😷The muse suffering terrible visions and hallucinations during a deathly fever (bonus if they are confined to their bed or locked in quarantine)

🕛Mysterious events happen every night at exactly midnight

😵The character is forced into a fearful asylum, searching for a means of freedom.

⚰️The suicide of a loved one throws a character into misery and temptation to be with them

🔫After a gruesome plot is uncovered, the character realizes their new friend/lover/spouse is actually a brutal murderer, possibly with the protagonist in their sights

🖤A character in mourning is haunted by the guilt (and possibly ghost) of their lost love

👻The character(s) conduct a seance to speak with a spirit haunting their home

🏘 A character inherits an ancestral home, but the property is not what it seems (bonus: they also inherit an odd, eccentric housekeeper)

🥀A ghostly character has to come to terms with their own death (which they may or may not be aware of at first)