Gold bands can be horribly painful things.Vivienne sat there, in the front row of those uncomfortable chairs in Arlington, staring in disbelief and shock. She wasn't quite comprehending what had happened, not yet. The reality of it all hadn't hit her, but she’s been waiting. She was always ready, she had seen what happened to the unprepared. She sat mirrors up in the house so they could never surprise her, but the news was no less hard. Hearing that Talasan, her Talasan, had died just days after deploying? It her like a brick wall. She’ll remember that moment for the rest of her life. Iron bull showing up instead of the notifiers.Gold bands can be horribly painful things. by Thranduilsassyking
“Vivienne I am so sorry he-” was she allowed him to get out before she started.
“Don’t! Don’t say it! Don’t please!” she pleaded as her eyes began to brim with water she wiped them away, refusing to believe it.
“Vivienne, I…. He’s-” she stopped him again.
“No! No! Please, Mak
Talasan's FarewellTalasan's Farewell by Thranduilsassyking
Talasan sat slumpt against a rock alone and separated from his friends, and more importantly from Dorian. Now knowing he could never make it back thanks to the wounds inflicted by the Qunari, and now he’s missing his arm thanks to Solas, or Fen Harel. He hasn’t decided what he should call him now. He felt warmth trial it’s way down his cheeks, “Great. Now I’m crying.” he mumbled out of the habit of hiding everything behind humor. He heard a muffled voice coming from somewhere he looked around, then behind himself wincing. Once again the voice yelled out his name the he remembered his gift from Dorian. He reached down the collar of his shirt and pulled out the crystal “Hello, Dorian... Looks like your crystal thing works.” Talasan said with a light laugh, trying to hide the pain in his voice.
“Amatus?! Thank the Maker! Where are you? Are you hurt?” he asked. Talasan could hear the fear in Dorian’s voice.
Night TerrorsNight TerrorsNight Terrors by Thranduilsassyking
The Iron Bull has a past. The pain of which he hides by playing it down, which is the main reason he would never stay the night in the Inquisitor’s chambers. Tonight as he lay down, which was easier now since he had cut the headboard off, he sighed and soon after was asleep and back in Seheron. Fire was all around him, the city drenched in fog, it was another raid by the fog warriors. He turned raising his axe blocking a blow then swung down killing the warrior that had just killed his new recruit. He was a kid, barely of age, and so excited about his new job. So excited to be working under the famed Hissrad, and now he lay bleeding from his throat slumped against a wall.
“Men we need-” he stopped as he saw the rest of his squad dead, “Shit.” he groaned out as he heard heavy footfall coming behind him. He turned again, raising his axe as four Tevinter soldiers charged him cursing in their native tongue.