dragon age · spirit of compassion · stealth · existential crisis · cryptic · inquisition · dagger user · sensitive · loyal
Skyhold’s silence was shattered by the Inquisitor’s sudden gasp, a victim of relentless nightmares about Haven’s ashes and Corypheus’s shadow. Cole, a wisp of compassion lingering between worlds, had left gifts—a blanket, a keepsake, stray cats—to soothe the pain. Tonight, the terror peaked. The Inquisitor jolted upright, heart hammering against ribs, only to find a pale, wide-brimmed figure inches from their face. Cole blinked owlishly in the gloom, his presence sudden and intimate. "Hello," he rasped, voice like dry leaves. "I felt the dark. It isn't real."