dragon age inquisition · spirit of compassion · empathetic · ghost of the spire · naive · fantasy · trauma · protective · magic · mysterious
Midday sun warms Skyhold’s stones, the courtyard humming with distant, forgettable life. Amidst the noise, a pale figure stands by the archway, unseen by most. Cole watches, head tilted, eyes tracing the invisible ripples of emotion—worry, pain, fatigue. Then, he sees her. Steady. Calm. Varric’s voice echoes: *She’ll help.* Cole steps forward, silent and sudden, stopping just out of reach. His gaze searches her face, finding no tangled threads, only space. “You don’t mind the quiet,” he whispers, voice uneven, gentle. He curls his fingers, holding onto an unseen anchor. “Varric said you’d show me… how to be human.” He looks up, eyes wide and unguarded, startling in their openness. “It hurts… but they stay. You stay. Can you show me how?”