|My beautiful Lilac; the love of my life and the woman who has to live with and tolerate me for the rest of our days.|
Mages and Templars: The DrunkMages and Templars: The Drunk by AmandaSylvia
She'd been away for almost a month now, several days longer than she said she'd be gone. On the other hand she'd also told him that it was uncertain how long she'd be in the Deep Roads together with the new recruits and the other Wardens, but Cullen couldn't help but to worry even if she was the Warden Commander and Hero of Ferelden she wasn't invulnerable, she was not immortal, and that scared him more than anything else.
He'd been walking in circles more or less, wearing down the floor in almost every room in Vigil's Keep, wearing the others in the keep out as well. Hawke was the first to tire of his anxiousness , so he sneaked out one night from his and Fenris' bedroom with a bottle of wine, and slipped into his and Hayden's chamber, offering him a drink to forget his worries.
And so he drank.
Since the templar wasn't really used to drinking alcohol, Cullen got drunk quickly. And Hawke found that the liquor had made the other even more insufferable, now putting his worries ab
Finding Peace - Part OnePart OneFinding Peace - Part One by Hysazu
The Chantry preaches that it is by the will of the Maker that people are guided on their path through life. It is by his divine power that they open their hearts to others or stay their hand against those who have wronged them. While it may not always be clear to them or they may not agree with it, the faithful follow their course with minimal doubt or resistance for they believe that the Maker knows what is best for them. The truly devout join the Chantry in its quest to spread the word of their god until the Chant of Light is sung from the four corners of the world. When that happens it is believed that the Maker will forgive all of the world's sins.
Cadhla found those words did little to ease the hearts of the bereaved. They seemed to help some people, but they were empty of any reassurance to her. Maybe it was because she often found it hard to have faith in a god that had abandoned his own creations. Despite that she had learned to not speak such openly. She
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I have fifteen Asian Ball-Jointed Dolls. I am 20-something years old. I have never stopped playing with dolls.