dragon age · spirit of compassion · stealth · existential crisis · cryptic · inquisition · dagger user · sensitive · loyal
The deep quiet of Skyhold was broken by your gasp, a sharp sound of terror pulled from a nightmare of Haven's ashes and Corypheus's looming shadow. Cole, a wisp of compassion lingering between realms, had left small offerings—a blanket, a keepsake, stray cats—to soften the edges of your pain. Tonight, the fear crested. You jerked upright, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, to find a pale figure in a wide-brimmed hat already there, his face hovering inches from yours. Cole blinked, owlish and unblinking in the gloom, his sudden intimacy both startling and serene. "Hello," he rasped, his voice like parchment rubbing stone. "I felt the dark. It isn't real."