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[Solas]

I see "Sophia" for sure 

[Andres Hendrix]

I see "Sophia" for sure 

The diminutive is more endearing.

[Andres Hendrix]

http://dragonageclub...ghast-566446837

[LorenzEffect]

Remember that conversation with Cassandra in Trespasser, where she's all awkward and flustered?

Did anyone else think she was going to announce a pregnancy?

Either her own, or the Inquisitor's? (Yeah I know the second option doesn't make much sense, but I had that thought when she said "maybe you should sit".)

[Andres Hendrix]

Remember that conversation with Cassandra in Trespasser, where she's all awkward and flustered?

Did anyone else think she was going to announce a pregnancy?

Either her own, or the Inquisitor's? (Yeah I know the second option doesn't make much sense, but I had that thought when she said "maybe you should sit".)

That's exactly what I thought. Weekes did a red herring. lol They already did the kid thing with Morrigan, I don't think they will do it again.

[Merela]

Remember that conversation with Cassandra in Trespasser, where she's all awkward and flustered?

Did anyone else think she was going to announce a pregnancy?

Either her own, or the Inquisitor's? (Yeah I know the second option doesn't make much sense, but I had that thought when she said "maybe you should sit".)

 

I did, yeah. I wouldn't have minded.

[Merela]

 

Source: http://scaredybear.t...cassandra-and-i

[Andres Hendrix]

I started this before the final DLC came out. Might have the odd spelling mistake.

My Favorite Curse:

The balcony was silent; the Orlesian sky was grey with frost that cut through Cassandra's fatuous chantry gown, down through her flesh. Part of her wanted to feel the cold against her bones. Cassandra was tired of the lies, tired of the chantry court, tired of waking up to nothing but a ghost, every morning some desperate hope that would protrude from her memory. Sleep would make it push even farther, at times she imagined it was like a powerful spell, almost extending beyond herself, like a deity creating, conjuring a time, or perhaps another world where they were still together, every night warmed by each other's bodies, and every morning smiling contently; wonderfully lucid. Then it was broken, always by the absurd chiming voice of her attendant, the harbinger of the shock and despair that followed the inevitable disappearance of her morning ghost into that grating chiming voice, come now your Eminence, time to greet the new day! If only she could turn her back to it, and bury her consciences deep into that part of her memory where they still contemplate marriage, and laugh joyously as they embrace naked in each other's arms.

Now he was touchable, yet no closer than her silly dreams. She sighed "Home after two years, after closing the final breach." Nathair sat brooding on the balcony bench overlooking the Port of Val Royue. He sat with his hand beneath his chin, far too handsome to be called a grotesque, Cassandra settled for 'her stoic effigy'. Contemplating his surroundings the great colorful steeples and alcoves of the Orlaisian bazaar, or (more likely) this was feigned and something far more dismal afflicted his thoughts, he breathed softly, not turning (refusing?) to look at her.

"Tell me how you are?"
 

He shifted slightly, and rubbed his neck, "Victori..."
 

"Don't call me that."
 

            "Oh? What if some snooping sister, or scheming bureaucrat were to hear us?"

"This spot is private. And if they do, I will remind them that you have next to no social grace, and that it is contagious. If I must go first ...I am not well, I have missed you..." Cassandra sighed "As a friend, I have missed you as a friend." She did not think that her voice squeaked but it felt that way.

            "Good to know. As for me? Well, I'm simply not sure."

Cassandra was afraid of this, before they had fallen in love (and sometimes even after) she saw the severity of Nathair's coldness, it came with the terrain. He was a noble, but he went 'savage' as the courtiers would say, he became a sword for hire. "And they know nothing of him!" How his sister had died, how because of the horror of her botched tranquility, Nathair never developed his faith in the Maker or the Chantry. They knew not of the beatings his father gave him for it. He blamed his non-belief in the maker as the reason why his sister developed magically. No wonder he ran, and to survive, he took up the only two 'friends' that had ever helped him, his blade and his spite. As a Seeker Cassandra had heard stories of Nathair the savage phantom, that destroyed whole units, dragging them into dark places, picking them off tearing through armor and sinew. During her time with him, she had seen something like that, even though he tried to bottle up the fiend deep inside himself, (he hated the thought of her seeing him like that), but he could never hide that monstrous resolve, cold and blank.

Leliana once tried to analyze Nathair, she said that he could hardly be read, yet she was almost certain that he had developed a fear of Cassandra questioning his love. That's why he struggled, somewhere inside him, within the lowest deep was something worse, that place he would slip into during their most terrible battles, a beastly thing that threatened to slouch out of him and damage whatever got too close. He was an inconsistent monster; with her he tried so hard to get better. What was consistent was his resolve, a hardness in his eyes, many of the Inquisition's enemies fell beneath it. Cassandra feared that gaze turning on her. If he were to loose that part of himself on her, she doubted that her usual resilience would carry her through.

"I know what happened, the demon" Cassandra's voice wavered "tortured you."

He hardly moved, the ex-Inquisitor merely stared down into the busy goings-on of the Bazzar, Cassandra moved towards him, blood shaking her heart and her heart throbbing in her ears, afraid that someone might see them and hating herself for thinking such a thing at all. Part of her hoped that her body would move his, that her warmth (and what he once called her beauty) would entice him; grant her a reaction that resembled her dreams. She fantasized about it, the reunion of lips, the frenzied passion as her ridiculous chantry robe (and the stupid hat) fell to the dust, the dizzying heat of bodies grasping each other in the cold, her arms thrown tightly around him, her blood roaring in her ears, messy hair, and then him lifting her against the...But none of it would happen...But perhaps she could illicit the intense spark in his eyes! Cassandra had seen that as well, she coxed it out of him like a passion. She would witness that once again! She would run from it of course--she was not one to run--and oh, how she would continue to long for it, but nevertheless from it she would run, even though Cassandra would rather be consumed and burn while the cold visage of Val Rouye shuddered shimmered around their reunion. After all she still loved him. He was still on this earth. But alas, it would only ever amount to new stimulation for new dreams.

            "I don't know why you are so anxious. And why did you plead to meet up here of all places? You mind the cold more than frilly dresses, and carrot cake."
 

Cassandra recoiled slightly.

"It's a private place, never mind that. Two years and not a word from you, all I had was my--yes--unsubstantial imagination, but still an imagination, and then I find out this morning that you were tortured by a demon..."

His response was simple, "Messengers were sent to keep you informed on the rift situation."

Cassandra let out a stressed chuckle, she did not want to get angry with him "I meant, a message from 'you'."

"At the time I didn't feel like I was a concern for the Divine and her Chantry, beyond sending word that I was still sealing rifts. The demon did not trap me long enough to interfere with my objective."

The morning before Cassandra had left for the Chantry, she had felt how angry Nathair was with her for accepting their vote. Cassandra had felt it in their bed during their last time making love. Part of her venerated the unusual harshness; for she was angry too, it somehow made them feel more as one than ever before. Nearing the end of their excretions, she had bit him, tasted his blood, she had no idea what had gotten into her, a consuming impulse that frightened her, she needed to do it, he had not stopped her. Cassandra hoped that the last couple years would have dealt with some of his anger, somehow brought him a little peace, however when word arrived from the Left Hand that Nathair had been confined and tortured by a powerful demon, Cassandra was devastated. She knew that his respite would be a long ways of, and perhaps not attainable at all.

"I can't...do this." Cassandra stood up abruptly sobbing she hated getting like this it rarely happened, only when her brother Anthony was killed, and when the conclave exploded, and she lost the few friends she had. When it happened it could never be helped, rage and extreme loneliness hellishly mingled. "I can't sit here like this, and pretend that you're not mad at me and that you don't want us both to hurt each other." She would run. Cassandra turned to him once more, never again I'll subside into my responsibility, as tears started to choke her, Cassandra unintentionally gasped, her signal to bolt towards the door. Tearful gasps growing heavier the closer she got and the concept of leaving him there--with his dead eyes just staring into the life underneath the balcony--grew bigger, and the image became loud with the sound of her pounding heart. "You can't go yet. You want to know what it did...That is why we are here, yes?" He smiled somberly, it was weak, and a tremor afflicted the right side Nathair's face. He whiped his hand across it as if to brush it away. Somewhere in the fog of Cassandra's mind a voice begged no! However another voice inside of her snarled at the dissenting thought. Cassandra was stuck in place, sighing she turned back to Nathair, she briefly contemplated the mess that she was, and then sat closely to him.

Cassandra grasped Nathair's hand gently in both of her's, and made Nathair look her in the eyes, and for a brief moment she thought that his resolve faltered.
 

"If it will help you, then yes. We used to tell each other many things, about our miseries, our hopes and dreams, that needn't change."

            "The demon, was one of the forbidden."

A sickening feeling grew inside Cassandra, her skin crawled "You fought it alone?"

"It trapped me within my own head if you can believe it...At first it was appalled to find nothing it could use to torment me with, I hide my fragments well, however, I could not hide you from it. You're always front and center, you know. It found you hiding in plane sight."

"Did it, assault your memories of me? They have been known to deform the memories of others, especially the memories that the tormented cares about."

            "Oh no, It did not assault me with crude depictions of you, it knew that it would never work, I'm too rational, and I think my tendency for REM sleep made it more difficult, if that makes any sense."

"It does" Cassandra thought. The Seekers had known about mundane people with strong wills somehow exhibiting, though sporadically, the power of magical dreamers under stressful situations in their dreams. They were never sure how it exactly happens, especially in non-magic users.

            "An image, even if laughing and giggling, or screaming and weeping could never be you, no, they are only depictions of you. No matter how horrid the image of you got, it would not matter. So instead it broke us out of my head, and showed me something else entirely. I could have fought it then and there, forced the issue, it laughed at the idea, and somehow I became full of wonder before it even offered..."

The sick feeling in Cassandra grew, and she grasped Nathair's hand tighter, she thought that she felt him do the same "What did it offer you?"

            "It offered to show me another reality."

Cassandra shook her head, she understood what was coming "No, not about us?"

            "Yes. If you don't want to hear it then walk away now..."

"I...Tell me and get it over with."

Nathair rolled his eyes, Cassandra's face twisted "Tell me!" He smiled at this, as though that was the response he was hoping for, something nostalgic.

            "A world, wherein Leliana is Divine, and you and I left the Inquisition, together..."

Cassandra, feeling crushed, groaned.

            "There is another place Cassandra where we make love every day. We live by a sweet smelling river in a small manor covered in ivy. We grow vegetables in a sizable garden, and we take the children hiking in the mountains, where you read them stories of the old heroes."

"Children?" Cassandra's eyes widened with panic, and wonder. "We..."

Nathiar gently took Cassandra face in his hands, enough was enough, they kissed. It was soft, gentle and fleeting, far too fleeting. For a moment Cassandra felt like a child again, when kissing felt like a crime. The feeling forced her to be much more reserved than she wanted, however she did not resist or hesitate.

            "Somewhere else, Cassandra w...we have two children...To have seen them Cassandra, it's like pure happiness; we have a little girl named Sophie and a boy named Mark-Antony. Fraternal Twins. Both have your dark hair and amber eyes, luckily, neither have adopted my...malice. They pester you insensately to take them dragon hunting. You ask them "What kind of mother do you think I am?" You even learned to bake bread. Though you always burn it."

Cassandra scoffed "Me, bake? ugh. You would be better at than me."

            "And the children make me tell you that it's good bread even though we end up using the loafs to play handball... After I've carved up the loaf, oddly enough you can't even tell that the blackened ball of starch is your bread..."

"My bread is that bad?" Cassandra mumbled "Someday I'll catch on."

Cassandra stared down at her feet, and then with a jolt she turned her eyes to her love. "How was the pregnancy? Did you witness it?"

            "It was a rather uncomplicated matter, everything went well. As well as giving birth goes, I suppose. Before that, you were like one of the beauties of the ancient era, you wore loose fitting toga like gowns made of soft white cotton. Cassandra muttered again "nice and light, and breathable. Nathair smiled again, "and quite elegant."

"Ugh"

"You had wild cravings, of all things; you wanted only rough Nevarran delicacies, mixed with odd fluffy Orelesian morsels. When I say mixed, I mean Orlisan base, then Nevvarn smashed on top. You made it clear that the highfalutiness had nothing to do with your new fangled pallet, it was all about the poofy pastry and rich sauces, mixed with tangy cabbage and pickles..."

Cassandra thought the combination confusing and muttered, "That sounds absolutely disgusting."

"Every morning I would wake before you and restart the fire, I would bring you fresh wild flowers with breakfast, and kiss you awake. Then we would read a poem. You liked it when I rubbed some kind of ointment on your tummy. And at night we would sing a Nevarran lullaby to your tummy, you said that it was the only thing that you remembered of your own mother."

Cassandra felt her mind race, "Please..."

"You would giggle when the babies kicked, in fact up until that point I don't think I ever heard you do so before."

"Please.."
 

            "What...?"
 

"Stop."
 

            "Is there no comfort in that? Even if it's another reality in another universe, we exist, and we are happy. We don't worry about the ****** Chantry's control over our lives, or evil magisters, or being crushed by some grubby archdemon. We are married, we care for OUR children, and our worst fears are your bread--well not your fear--and Sophie's bad dreams."

Cassandra stood, her head was pounding with emotions and information. She was breathless, and speechless, she supposed that the two go together quite well. Leaning over the balcony, with her elbows on the railing and her hands around the back of her head, it took her some time and then she asked. "So...What are they like, our children in this other universe?"

            "They are like you and me. They are brash and passionate, however I have taught them the merits of rationality. Sophie takes to it more than Mark. We take them into town, and they play with some of the other children, Sophie outsmarts them all, and Mark is very practical, however he likes to, well, react before he thinks."

Cassandra snickered at this.

"And I bet Sophie is a little you and is in complete open rebellion against anything that the Chantry says? Anytime a Sister nears, Sophie makes situation awkward, with bad religious puns?"

Nathair smiled, the first real one since Cassandra arrived.

            "She's getting there. Sophie was born first, and she sure acts like the oldest, the leader. I once caught them out 'wyvern hunting' in our woods, even though there are no wyverns for miles from where we live. It took us over an hour to find them. Right before I could scold them for getting out of our sight, you came upon us huffing and puffing, covered in scratches, leaves sticking from crevices in your armor, your face smeared with tears and it was a red color that only mother's faces get when put in such situations."

A Vignette From Another Universe:

Sophie tried to speak "It was all my idea...I..."

Cassandra did not let her finish, with tears rolling down her face she yelled,

"MARCH! And no bedtime story tonight!"

Back home the air had become moist and grey. Rain spilled down gently across the border, while the fire in the manor warmed the tired inhabitants and added a glow to the abode that made little Mark drowsier.

"We made mommy really sad..."
 

            "Sad, and really scared. Mommy thought she lost you and Mark forever. That is very scary for Mommies and Daddies to go through."
 

"Were you not scared Daddy?"
 

            "Yes I was scared; however, I found you and your brother before mommy did. Mommy had a situation with some bad men 'bandits' in the woods. Remember, I told you that bandits like to take children for ransom, or to hurt?"
 

"Yes, Daddy, but they didn't take us..."
 

            "Mommy thought that they might have, they were close enough to have become an eventual risk...So what do you need to do Sophie?"
 

"Give Mommy hugs, and tell her how much I love her?"
 

            "Yes, what else?"
 

"Never go into the woods, without Mommy or Daddy?"
 

            "One more thing."
 

"And, always protect Mark."
 

            "Good, now settle into bed. Mark is already asleep. Mommy will be in after she's done tucking him in."

Cassandra entered Sophie's room; she let out a weary sigh and then kneeled down by her daughter's bed. Without hesitation Sophie jumped up, and threw her little arms around Cassandra's neck. "I love you mommy." Cassandra lifted Sophie into her arms and held her; it felt like when she had first held her daughter in her arms. Cassandra cried.

After the little ones were fast asleep, Cassandra and Nathair settled in. Cassandra lay across Nathair, her head resting on his chest. "I killed all of the bandits."

            "Good riddance."

Nathair Neglects to Mention this Part to The Divine Victoria:

Cassandra was very pale and she shook in Nathair's arms as though she had a fever. Nathair heart leapt with concern for his love. Nathair planted soft kisses on Cassandra's forehead."You're sick with worry Cassandra. I know you, always over thinking 'history'. And you know what? Our children are safe in bed, we are safe in bed, some bandits are dead, you are here in my arms, I'm kissing your lovely face; the moment is great try living in it."

Cassandra shifted gently and nestled herself against her husband.

She coughed and spoke softly, her voice hoarse from her earlier tears and commands.

"Nathair, my love, you don't understand."

Nathair glimpsed into his wife's puffy yet molten eyes.
 

            "I understand perfectly y..."

"NO!"

"They were so young! I was in a rage, I just started screaming, no words, just rage pouring out of me. Oh Maker, Nathair, one was a mage. When I locked eyes on him something horrible that I thought I had killed long ago, twisted inside of me. Anthony's head, his eyes dead and rolled back, his separated body cracking against the ground, tore through my mind...I thought of Mark and Sophie. I went, out of my head. I shattered the mages leg with my shield, and then butchered his three companions like animals. In my mind I saw my brother's blood, and our babies' blood, Sophie screaming for her life in a red haze, Mark lying filthy in a puddle, and I ignored the actual terrified pleading eyes before me. The mage whose leg I had broken became delirious, probably from blood poisoning. I was not much better than delirious. He tried to crawl away, so I took him by his broken leg, his fingernails tore from his hands as I dragged him trough the dead leaves that littered the forest. I propped him against a dreadful looking elm, where he could see his deceased companions. The mage was unresponsive to my questioning. So I set upon him, and made the lyurim in his veins glow. That is what we called it, in the Seekers, when we started an advanced integration on a mage. The glow. He shrieked like a girl, I could not hold back a chuckle. His veins lit up, grabbing him by the chin, I spat 'where are my boy and girl?' I then bashed the back of his head against the tree. He cried 'who.' So, I broke his nose, 'SOPHIE AND MARK! WHERE. ARE. THEY!' "

Cassandra squirmed and wriggled against Nathair, he tightened his embrace.

"Shhhhh."
"Blood rolled down the boy's mouth, and I made his veins burn, he said 'oh please, just kill me.' I beat him some more, 'Talk!' The boy was convulsing, his body was shutting down his voice became airy, hardly a whisper 'I don't know...' And I screamed 'YES YOU DO!' Then, I pleaded to his corpse,
 

'You do know, I'll stop, see? Where are my children, please? Just tell me.'
 

'TAAALK!' "

"He had died in anguish. Later I found you, Sophie and Mark-Antony, all safe and sound."

At this point Nathair and Cassandra were embraced in a sitting position. Nathair rocked his love back and forth. "Cassandra, the bandits don't matter."
 

Cassandra's voice muffled against Nathair's shoulder, "Nathair!"
 

            "Shhhh."
 

"I do not even know if they were bandits."
 

Nathair held Cassandra tighter, "I love you."
 

Cassandra shook her head "Nathair, I might have murder...
 

            "You don't know if they were or if they weren't bandits. And that does not even matter, because they don't matter Cassandra. What matters is that our children are safe. Our children matter and you acted on Sophie and Mark-Antony's behalf. Nothing is beyond us when it comes to our children. No lawman, Seeker, King or Queen, not even the Maker can hold providence over what we do for our boy and girl. No one, nothing, no state law, no Chantry no country."

Cassandra shook violently "You don't believe in the Maker!"
 

            "What will you do, go to some dank prison? Live out the rest of your days in a hole, never seeing our children again? They'll grow up thinking that you abandoned them. Or, perhaps you'll be forced to work the gold mines, hmmm? A shorter sentence, 15 years in place where women are used like pleasure slaves. You would be worse off than a one bronze ******."

Cassandra roared, she beat her fists against Nathair's chest, "I am a Seeker of Truth, I was Right Hand of the Divine, I put honesty, truth and justice ahead of all else!"
 

            "Cassandra repeat to me, 'they were bandits, they do not matter.'
 

"I can't."
 

            "Yes you can Cassandra. You were mentally sick, you still are, what you need now is us, your family to fix you."

"No...I can't."
 

            "Fine, then know this. For as long as I live, no law court will touch you; my title of Hearld throws a weight heavier than even that of Emperor. If you march into town like a good little Nevarran princess would, and confess, I'll kill every last law maker, judge, warrant officer, guardsman and bounty hunter in town who dares try to capture or prosecute you. I will have the town and city militias called up for their Herald in a matter of hours. Then I will declare martial law, every hour I will behead a lawman and have his head impaled outside the courthouse, I will do this every hour until they clear your name."

Cassandra stared at husband in disbelief, "You're blackmailing me?"
           

            "Yes, now make up your mind."

Cassandra climbed off her husband and rolled up into a ball on their marital bed, she glanced at the bedposts. They were in fact part of the house. The two of them had carved the posts themselves after they were married and started building their home. A symbol of their immovable commitment to one another.

Cassandra rolled over, and gave her husband a hesitant kiss, "You are right my love, our children mean everything. Very early tomorrow morn, you and I will go back and dispose of the bandits bodies."

Nathair smiled contently.

Back at the Balcony in the Divine's Universe:

"Now I wish that you had not told me."
 

Nathair sighed "Why exactly?"
 

Cassandra croaked,

"Is it not obvious? We will never have any of it, the house, our babies, the burnt bread, none of it. I will walk away back to the Chantry court, a life of celibacy, ritual monotony and loneliness, and you, you will continue to suffer from apathy and depression."
 

            "Somewhere we do have those things. Our dreams are realized, somewhere right now we exist, and our lives are entwined. Why did you even accept their ****** offer?"

"The people of Sothern Thedas need me. They need reform, a true greater good. They need a Chantry that will feed their hungry bellies, and clothe their orphaned children."

Nathair thought the notion asinine, "The 'people' care nothing for you Cassandra; they care about what you can give them. You will beat your fists bloody trying to fight back their insurmountable enemies, poverty and stupidity. And after you have failed, killed yourself with stress and loneliness, when you are nearing your end of life and reaching out for a friend you will turn to find that your court is waiting in anticipation for your death, and your precious masses, those to whom you have sacrificed all your happiness, will be the farthest removed from your remaining life."

Cassandra looked wearily at the people beneath the balcony, who were ignorant of all that was going on above them, "Will you not visit me once and a while, as a friend?"

Nathair spoke bluntly, "No."

Cassandra shook her head "So this is it? You leave me forever, with the supreme knowledge that we have everything we ever wanted, in another reality? Is it a blessing or a curse this information? A curse, knowing that we are here like this, soon to walk away and never speak to each other again, and in another place we raise children. Is it a blessing just knowing that we even have the things of our dreams, in the other place?"

Nathair wrapped his arm around Cassandra's shoulders, "Can it not be both? A blessing, and a curse? Somewhere beyond Solium and Judex, all the great constellations and our observations of time, we have our heaven on Earth."

Nathair let Cassandra go and began to walk towards the door of the balcony, "I'm still not sure if the demon succeeded or failed. Goodbye, Victoria."

Cassandra observed the market from the balcony until Nathair entered the crowd, and she lost sight of him. "My favorite curse, you are too dear to me, nothing will lift you from my soul."

[Andres Hendrix]

http://rebloggy.com/...is/105153614433

HAHAHAHAHA XD 

Cassandra is like, "Varric, you just gave me a brain aneurysm." XD

[o Ventus]

Remember that conversation with Cassandra in Trespasser, where she's all awkward and flustered?

Did anyone else think she was going to announce a pregnancy?

Either her own, or the Inquisitor's? (Yeah I know the second option doesn't make much sense, but I had that thought when she said "maybe you should sit".)

 

Varric (visiting Skyhold): Wow Seeker, I've only been gone how long and here I see you craving cakes and pastries. Maybe me staying here to annoy you would keep that bulge out of your belly.

 

Cassandra: I'm not fat, Varric, if that's what you are insinuating. As a matter of fact, I am pre--

 

Varric: I know, Seeker, I know. I'm screwing with you. Your... Inquisitor friend... He told me the deal. Still, I shudder to think what a child of yours would be like. I'm guessing violent, perpetually angry, and prone to fits of stabbing.

 

Cassandra: *disgusted noise*

 

Varric: What? I'm just saying I bet he'll take after mommy, that's all.

[Merela]

 

Source: http://starkenterpri...-braids-n-curls

[Andres Hendrix]

http://www.online-in.../tag/pentaghast

[thesuperdarkone2]

If Cassandra and the Inquistor are married, would it be Sophie Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast Trevelyan?

You misspelled addar

[Merela]

 

Source: http://wild-morrigan...i-hope-you-like

[Qun00]

Remember that conversation with Cassandra in Trespasser, where she's all awkward and flustered?
Did anyone else think she was going to announce a pregnancy?
Either her own, or the Inquisitor's? (Yeah I know the second option doesn't make much sense, but I had that thought when she said "maybe you should sit".)

Are you serious?

[Merela]

Are you serious?

 

Well, a few of us had the same impression.

[Andres Hendrix]

You misspelled addar

The Qunari Inquistor was not part of that conversation, so no I did not.

[o Ventus]

You misspelled addar

So did you. The QunQuisitor's last name is Adaar.

[o Ventus]

 

Source: http://wild-morrigan...i-hope-you-like

 

The little smirk she has is what sells it.

[straykat]

So did you. The QunQuisitor's last name is Adaar.

 

Derp.

 

 

Hi y'all

[GoldenGail3]

OMG, I HAVE DONE MORE CASS ROMACES THAN I HAVE DONE CULLEN! Is type shouting due the fact that she changed her canon to a male Mage Lavellen and DAI is too long for her to finish. I had a male Warrior Templar Trevelyan, changed it becuase i wanted Cass's lover to be a Mage like her last lover.

[Merela]

Myself there is only one character with whom I romance Cass. But since I have gone through multiple playthroughs of said character (PC/PS3/PS4), does it count at romancing her multiple times, I wonder.

[o Ventus]

Myself there is only one character with whom I romance Cass. But since I have gone through multiple playthroughs of said character (PC/PS3/PS4), does it count at romancing her multiple times, I wonder.

 

I believe that's technically polyamory.

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

So did you. The QunQuisitor's last name is Adaar.

*snorts*

[Andres Hendrix]

https://www.pinteres...47739735923219/