TheCluelessUke

Solas tells Lavellan the truth, only to be rejected. - - - “Wolf.” She spits it at him like an insult, as twisted as the delicate trust he had placed in her. It is as bitter as the love that beats in his chest. He should have known. Whether her hatred is the result of the deception, or because of the simple fact of who he is, she never gave him the chance to ask. Lavellan had left Solas in the clearing, stunned and half-cracked as she stormed off teary eyed and bare-faced. He had opened his heart to her, told her the truth at the risk of everything he had worked towards, and the proud Dalish elf had responded with tears and t

March 3rd 1879 Grell Sutcliff was sitting alone on a beach, chewing his bottom lip in a childish sulk. Perhaps 'sulk' may have been too strong a word, as he had no recent events to really sulk about. Grieving didn't quite fit, either, as no one was dead and he hadn't been abandoned. Not completely. Despair might have worked, he thought with a dark laugh, although again, nothing really existed that he could despair on. He paused, mid-thought, and the corner of his lips lifted up into a cruel smile. It had been nearly a century since he had left the Academy. Only just over a month was left before he'd celebrate his first century as a Shinig

August 7th 1888, 2:00am - - - "It's impossible." The study was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a flickering, dying candle in the corner near the bookshelf. At the start of the conversation the candle had been fresh and new; now it was only minutes away from dying out completely. William was sitting at his wooden desk, enveloped in nearly complete darkness as the shadow of the man sitting on the desk in front of him hid the candle from his view. Nonetheless, William had read the document before him as was instructed, and completely refused to believe the contents. He stood up, moving away from his desk and over towards the b

Solas tells Lavellan the truth, only to be rejected. - - - “Wolf.” She spits it at him like an insult, as twisted as the delicate trust he had placed in her. It is as bitter as the love that beats in his chest. He should have known. Whether her hatred is the result of the deception, or because of the simple fact of who he is, she never gave him the chance to ask. Lavellan had left Solas in the clearing, stunned and half-cracked as she stormed off teary eyed and bare-faced. He had opened his heart to her, told her the truth at the risk of everything he had worked towards, and the proud Dalish elf had responded with tears and t

They were walking slowly down the corridors, both of them filled with a small amount of dread as they neared the meeting room. Grell was absolutely terrified that he'd be killed, and William was more than worried that he was going to lose one of his better workers. Sure, after the latest incident, Grell couldn't exactly be counted as a good worker, but before that he had been admittedly one of the best. His anger had been blinding William, yes, he could admit to that. After all, it did not take five months to get over relationship that had started over a century beforehand. William was well aware of this, but he was able to successfully cut o