Broken Souls: Chapter 71 by Defira1985, literature
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Broken Souls: Chapter 71
Chapter Seventy One
"Grace?" he croaked, frozen in place even as Justice wanted to reach out. He felt his skin cracking, felt the light fighting to break free, felt Justice fighting to break free. It was so hard not to just give in, not to just snap a hand forward and touch her, as Justice wanted, just to see if she was real. It was hard to think of a time when the two of them had ever been more conflicted, and over something as simple as the presence of a young girl.
He wondered if it was ironic at all that the child, who bore so much resemblance to Mel as a child in the Circle- Tahlindra, was the growled rebuttal in his head- could bear a
The Gallows was not really known as a place of laughter and merriment.
It was, after all, an old prison, and the dark hallways and barred windows, the silently screaming statues and the heavy portcullis' did not a jolly atmosphere create. The rest of Kirkwall was gearing up towards Saturnalia, a day that promised feasting and dancing and gifts and more than a few tears- it was almost certain that families would be forced into close proximity for hours at a time, and that never ended well for anyone- but all in all the joyous mood in the city could not be dampened.
The same mood did not reach across the harbour to the Gallows. The halls were
"I'm an idiot."
Varric looked up from his morning papers and scoffed. "No argument here."
Garrett twisted around from where he lay sprawled face first against the hefty stone table in Varric's room. He glared at the dwarf in question, who didn't seem at all perturbed that a six foot four human had just traipsed through his door and hurled himself dramatically across his furniture. "What, that's it? No questioning my sanity, no digging around to uncover what sordid tale lies behind my melodramatic entrance? Where's your curiosity? Where's that keen sense of adventure and mischief that I love so well? Just 'yes, you're an idiot'?"
"Oh, beg p
Broken Souls: Chapter 70 by Defira1985, literature
Literature
Broken Souls: Chapter 70
Chapter Seventy
The flames licked against the night sky, disturbingly quiet as they ate away at the skeletal frame of the house. Anders stood and stared, hypnotised by the macabre scene; as a mage, he was so used to the violent roar of a fireball, the terrifying boom and thunder and sizzle of fire raining down from the sky. It was eerie to watch the house burn with only a dull rumble that echoed up through the soles of his feet. Occasionally something cracked and splintered, the collapse sending sparks flying high into the air.
It was far too quiet.
He supposed he should have felt something, or rather been able to put a name to what he was