Apparently I am a strawberry -takes a bite of a strawberry as he walks by-

Illustration of Fenris from the game Dragon Age 2. Fenris, the former elven slave from Tevinter, wearing his Blue Wraith comic outfit and the red ribbon/strap marking Hawke's favour/love, is phasing through his sword using hig ghost abilities, his lyrium tattoos glowing. He's surrounded by chains.

| The Moon |
#dragonage #fenris

in a far corner slipped out of the Opera door, trading conspiratorial looks.

It was her passion, after all. “Migliorare.”

With that, she strode back to her costume work, mending a tricky piece of lace that had been refusing to stay sewn on. It hadn’t occurred to her that she may have overstepped. Nor did she notice as a couple of individuals --

The mezzo stared at her with wide, confused eyes. The audacity was too much for them to even process, much less come up with some sort of comeback.

“Inutile. Ascoltami, così.” Standing beside the mezzo soprano, Ivy belted out the notes perfectly without breaking a sweat. --

If this individual was going to be the lead, they needed to do FAR better than this. It was an embarrassment. Especially if it was going to be tied to House Dellamorte. “Sei troppo piatto e il tuo falsetto sembra più un vibrato. Come hai fatto a ottenere questo ruolo?” --

that was not what was happening today. As she stabbed her finger for the umpteenth time, she threw her equipment down and marched over to the mezzo-soprano as the rest of the cast backstage watched in horror.

“Cosa diavolo stai facendo? Sei sordo di tono?” She was not having any of it today.--

how she felt.

Having something to focus on, like the simple action of a needle pulling thread, helped to focus her when her mind was too busy to even sketch. Having beautiful music eased her soul when she needed to find a feeling and hold onto it to center herself. But apparently --

her out and she wasn’t quite used to it yet. Despair’s attachment to her had really muted a lot of her other emotions and so now that she was able to feel a wide array again, they quickly became overwhelming and overstimulating. And she already had enough trouble processing and articulating --

((Short story incoming))

After chatting with the stage manager for a little bit and showing off her work in progress, the manager finally nodded and offered Ivy a job backstage helping to sew and repair the costumes for the singers and dancers. The morning's antics had irritated and stressed--

watercolor of a magpie looking pleased holding a shiny pendant

shiny!!! (2022)

A smirk carved his lips. "I cannot speak for my talon or any of the talons, but I do personally appreciate the efforts." He glanced at the new faces "Ah where are my manners, Teigue of House Cantori. Welcome to Treviso, may I ask if this heightened...destruction has anything to do with the opera."

and the lightning charged immolate dropped on the antaam who let out a scream as he burned. /He owes us again./

A chuckle slipped his lips as he dropped down with a very little flair. Offering a stylized bow crossing his rapier over his chest, his jacket fluttering. "That is two Mercar now." +

Quietly he stood up on the roof, carefully balancing along the edge to a single beam where he draws his rapier. There is a moment where fire and lightning dance along the blade. His masked gaze locked on the antaam approaching his friend.

The glyph appeared around his rapier +

use, though for now he was going to stay put and gather information before he dropped down.

for his mask he slide it down into place taking a small breath.

/These ones lack grace and finesse/ A soft chuckle left his lips as Perseverance offered her comments. He did recognize the blonde curly haired elf. His lips curved into a smirk. Well that was a potential entrance that he could +

There was a faint rose glow to his eyes as he watched group from the safety of the rooftops, something had stirred up this fuss and it intrigued and concerned him. His fingers danced around his rapier for a moment as he contemplated his action. Staying low he moved to a different rooftop reaching +

Void & Pimk

"Unfortunately not all contracts are the flashiest of messages." He sighed offering a cup of coffee to Atreus.

He chuckles warmly "Oh I don't know we could try not aging him but where is the fun it that." He gave a sympathetic wince with a nod. "I have had missions like that, usually the tedious kind."

"Oh I know- So tragic for there to be no excitement." He mused sipping his coffee "Back from a mission?"

"Oh hello" *looks up from where he is perched with a book offering a slight salute with a coffee cup.* "Personally with me no, but I sure someone around here is up to something exciting."

Glad I am in good company than.

....I feel a little called out by this

*gently chuckles* be at peace, I tend to tease and that is about it.

Ah there are other ways to make you frown like that that are purely from mischief.

*Smiles softly* Of course, and trust that I take precautions to stay safe.

True, though you are pretty cute when you frown like that...maybe I will have to do something to get you to frown like that *chuckles*

Graphic of a comic book cover portraying a romantic embrace between a human medic and an alien, both in space armor. Tropes, themes, etc included in the book are written around the book, such as "sweet romance," "cute banter," and "finding the courage to follow your dreams."

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Oh I don't know I am known to get into mischief