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"And then Revka Amell, Gamlen's cousin, learned that her firstborn was a mage. The child was taken to the Circle, Revka weeping in the streets behind the templars."
Or, the Amell children are taken one by one, their mother wastes away, and their father is desperate to bring them all together again.
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the fire is burning down to embers by pure_pazaak for nuclearmuffins
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age II
18 Dec 2019
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the fire is burning but I can't remember.
Maura Hawke reflects on what her life has become after seven years of living in Kirkwall, falling in love, losing family (and finding another), and becoming a mother.
A Secret Santa fic for nuclearmuffins!
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18 Dec 2019
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hmm,,,maybe I cried 5 times while reading it
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southern curiosities by Roflskate
Fandoms: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition
15 Apr 2020
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"Despite his odd sort of charisma, the Inquisitor remained a man who wasn’t so easy to sum up. A truly fascinating southern curiosity, for all that might entail."
Or... A series of missing scenes chronicling the developing relationship between Lord Inquisitor Cadash and Dorian Pavus: two perfectly well-adjusted men who would just rather not talk about their feelings.
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- Part 2 of Torrigan Cadash
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Anora and Aliena Surana hash things out after the Landsmeet.
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10 Dec 2019
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HOOGH....SIPPING OUR RESPECT ANORA JUICE TODAY LAID EASE
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all i want is nothing more by teddyybears
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age (Video Games)
09 Dec 2019
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It’s a terrifying feeling, to lose herself so hard and so fast, from a stranger to an infatuation in the span of weeks. All too easy to lust after someone, to match flushed cheeks to how she looks in the river as they bathe, a quickened heartbeat to the curl of her smile. Another thing entirely to look at her and think, I crave the way she laughs, the dedication to all she holds dear, the little pranks she plays. Luciel’s head shakes slightly as if this will brush away her thoughts, hair falling dark and loose around her face, but it’s Morrigan’s voice - of course it is, she thinks, a little rueful - that brings her back. “Come,” says she, and Luciel would follow her anywhere, “the city beckons.”
Luciel has always wanted what she can’t have.