𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒.

wyll ravengard, blade of frontiers. parody. layout @ mattie.

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

𝓢𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐒. 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

the ……. “jorking” it part

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

No — the bit before that!

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

You know! What you just said!

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

Arlo. What, um — what do you mean by — you know.

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

😨😨😨

[𝕰𝐌𝐌𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇. @necrodeaths]

ㅤ
ㅤ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

@PAIDTHEPRlCE / I would say definitely watch recaps of origins and 2 because theres important things to know there for the games going forward, but start playing with inquisition.

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

/ ME TOO HE LOOKS SO GOOD and I'm already mega fixated on Emmrich

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

/ dragon age gameplay footage who cheered

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

- in the hopes that i would stay. your patience is all i could ask for.

( he offers a smile then, heartbeat a steady rhythm in his chest. )

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

( more than anything, his heart breaks when Astarion tells him that, and it shows. his eyes are soft. his chest aches. )

I want you to listen to me when I say that you are not beyond salvaging, Astarion. none of that is your fault. none of it.

you have to throw yourself at me -

[* — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 .ᐟ @R0GUEFANGS]

ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ( something aches in his chest — not his heart, sure. that died long time ago. )

I wish I could believe you. a part of me says I'm beyond salvaging. I'm too stained by the touch of a thousand hands, too... broken.

—
ㅤㅤㅤ

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

— would be granted if I ever ended up in a tight spot. Everyone does what they do for a reason.”

He paused for a moment, resting a hand on his chin in thought.

“Do you believe that there are truly evil people in the world, with no possibility of goodness left in their hearts?”

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

Wyll paused as he noted Minthe closing in, not moving an inch. He didn’t mind the proximity. It was warm there, by the fire. By Minthe.

Though hearing such an earnest question, it brought a surprised blush to his cheeks.

“What a question! I must admit, there aren’t very many —

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

— who ask me about my own motivations.”

No, instead they just take what he has to offer and move on. His life since being kicked out of the city was a revolving door of people to help with no focus on himself.

“I suppose I just want to give people the grace that I wish I —

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

- I am an open book. Well, for the most part, at least."

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

The darkness of the night rarely worried Wyll, always so sure of himself and the abilities granted to him by his pact with Mizora. He could see even in the darkest of nights, even magical darkness. A boon of his decision to work with her. But even he understood that on dark -

[𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒. @bladewoes]

- over before eyeing the honey cake.

"For me? That's very sweet Minthe, thank you. I haven't had a honey cake like this since, well since I lived in Baldur's Gate, I'd think."

He was quick to put a piece in his mouth, smile spreading. Delicious.

"What would you like to know? -