dagna // 115 words
The Circle is nothing like she imagined, all soft furnishings and bright colours and the flickering of light everywhere she goes. Sunlight streams in through windows, and for the first few weeks she cannot sleep at all. She spends most of her time in a corner of the library, almost managing not to get candlewax on the books as she scribbles note after note. Her fingers black with ink, she turns pages with the heel of her hand and grins at each new wonder.
From her hideaway, she listens to her new companions speak in aching tones of grass, sky, ocean, home and tries to understand why they cannot see the riches at their fingertips.
but how do you not love beautiful baby asshole carver i do not understand
The last one, ahhh. I hope Hawke punches him for the “pet elf” comment in relation to Fenris, though, what a tactless thing to say.
I SHIT YOU NOT
I’m trying to wrap my mind around Varric simultaneously being high-pitched and gravelly while saying, “No shit, there I was…”
My roommate just looked over at me and said, “Can you imagine Varric imitating everyone’s voices for Cassandra? Because he would have had to, telling her the story… OH MAN think of Varric imitating Merrill imitating him!”
And I think I almost cried.
things DA2 needs more of:
- sloppy drunk Aveline
- Aveline’s arms
HELL YES TO ALL OF THIS
Look at those muscle arms 8D
Bethany: Bloody runaround twisted shite of a maze
Fenris: Ooh! You’ve learned a few new words.
Bethany: Not every book in the Circle is high literature.
Someone suggested I draw Fenris with a book, so that was on the schedule for today’s sketchings. He looks pretty grumpy. This was fun, though, loosening up my style, not focusing on perfection.