“No? Oh, I spilled some chicken grease on myself earlier. That must be what you’re seeing. You’re looking well, Champion.”

“Is that why I’m suddenly feeling peckish?” Hawke grinned, the crinkle of her nose somewhere between tickled and pained by her own joke. “Thank you, your Highness,” she tacked on, reminding herself to maintain some modicum of formality around him, even if he was casting a flattering glow in the mid-afternoon sun. “I hope you haven’t come to Kirkwall for the food, unless you’ve got a thing for strife-flavored gourmet. In which case I know where you can get the best pie in the city.”




If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?

“Sitting in a pub, any pub, telling Varric to stop comparing the color of my eyes to made up gemstones, Fenris to smile, you to stay a while longer, Aveline to loosen up, Isabela to tighten up, Merrill to stop lighting fire to the playing cards, Bethany that ‘no’, her circle robes don’t make her look like an eggplant, and myself that I am, in this moment, very, very lucky.”


Send me an aspect


  • Breath: How have you changed over the past year?
  • Light: Would you consider yourself lucky? Why?
  • Time: What is your favourite memory?
  • Space: If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?
  • Life: Are you a rule breaker by heart?
  • Hope: What are you looking forward to?
  • Void: Do you like being alone?
  • Heart: Have you ever been in love?
  • Mind: Do you make decisions easily?
  • Doom: Have you ever gotten injured?
  • Blood: Do you form strong friendships?
  • Rage: What are your biggest pet peeves?

On my days off I leave my apartment
explore the city or grab coffee with a friend.
The grocery stores here don’t make my hands sweat.
I haven’t had the urge since I moved.
I know who to call if I’m feeling sad.
No, I haven’t even thought of it.
I hurt myself once in high school, but not since.

I have enough money to make it.
I’m not nervous about moving.
Yes, I ate dinner.

I run five miles because I like it.
I only hurt myself the one time
in middle school, but that’s it.
No, sex never scares me.

I can tell my mom anything.
I don’t really feel sad, I guess.
I don’t care.
I don’t need her.
I never fight with my girlfriend.

Yeah, I must’ve been.
It was kind of an accident.
Everyone in seventh grade.
I’m friends with everyone.

I know what that means.
No, I didn’t read that in a book.
I like having two bedrooms cause I have lots of toys.
Yes, I understand why I’m here.

Miles Walser, “Lies I’ve Told my Therapists, in Reverse Chronological Order”, excerpt from “A Triptych of Anxiety”
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