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❝𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 π’ƒπ’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂 π’π’†π’˜ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’ƒπ’†π’„π’π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’†π’“π’† π’‚π’π’“π’†π’‚π’…π’š π’Žπ’†π’‚π’π’• 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆.❞

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βπ‘¬π’—π’†π’“π’š π’…π’‚π’š π’Šπ’” 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.❞ β€’Rogue Hawke β€’Trans Male β€’Likes his privacy β€’Sarcastic at times, but mostly diplomatic β€’Gay β€’ Ships with chemistry. Writer: #π‘‡β„Žπ‘’πΆβ„Žπ‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘’π‘ π‘‘πΆβ„Žπ‘–π‘ ↻ + β™‘ ?β €
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Is the rogue heavily sleep deprived? Sadly, yes. Hawke had only been getting three hours of sleep per night if he was extremely lucky. If he had ran out of the sleeping potions that a certain blonde haired healer usually brewed for him, he hadn't uttered a word about it.
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π‘Ίπ’Šπ’Žπ’π’π’† π‘―π’‚π’˜π’Œπ’† retweeted
❝The things you hide in your heart... Eat you alive.❞ β€’DA OC. β€’ Elvhen Mage. β€’ Ancient Elvhen descendant. β€’ Stubborn to a fault. β€’ Mischievous at the best of times. β€’ Gay. β€’ Ships with chemistry. Writer: #π‘‡β„Žπ‘’πΆβ„Žπ‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘’π‘ π‘‘πΆβ„Žπ‘–π‘ ↻ + β™‘ ?
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Months had passed since Simone had returned from Skyhold and had gone off on his own to deal with a much bigger threat to Kirkwall. While his friends had offered their aid in helping track down a rogue mage who had threatened many lives of Kirkwall'sβ€”
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β€”the docks before sinking entirely. Instead, the rogue had merely gotten changed out of the wet armour and clothes and into something warm before settling by the fire. Despite the ache of his ribs, Simone had still pulled his knees up to his chin; holding aβ€”
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The rogue might have left @SuperbiaPavonem a gift in his room, a note laying beside it so that he needn't worry about who had gotten in. While he knows he could have simply given it to him in person, he had been anxious about what kind of reaction it might elicit. Inside theβ€”
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β€”neatly wrapped box had been an enchanted necklace, something which he'd had little choice but to ask Dagna for help when it came to enchanting it. The enchantment one which he had found in a book that would warn the wearer to the presence of demons by the heart shaped stoneβ€”
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π‘Ίπ’Šπ’Žπ’π’π’† π‘―π’‚π’˜π’Œπ’† retweeted
❝It takes real skill to choke on air, fall up stairs and trip over completely nothing! …I have that skill.❞ β€’Noctis' best friend β€’Lover all photography β€’Personal interpretation β€’Gay β€’Ships with Noct or chem Writer: #π‘‡β„Žπ‘’πΆβ„Žπ‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘’π‘ π‘‘πΆβ„Žπ‘–π‘ ↻ + β™‘ ?
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After spending the majority of his birthday alone, the rogue had easily found himself in the stronghold's tavern; fully intent on drinking the rest of the day away. It hadn't been the first time, and likely wouldn't be the last time, that he'd spent the day alone. Simone had-
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-been seated at a table in the corner, now actively trying to avoid detection from anyone as he'd silently sipped at his drink; listening to the idle chatter around him.
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||@selfnamedtwat: *Asks Simone to get Ianto to make him a coffee* Simone: You could say please. Akdhaibriebsidbur THE FUCKING SASS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TODAY, SIMONE?!
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||Don't worry about it. πŸ‘€ You may even get one liners from me if I'm having brain fart moments, like I have been today.
It had been a slow day so far, and ever since Jack had heard of his brief encounter with the Doctor, he'd been allowed to enter the hub. Why he'd been given permission to do so, even Simone hadn't known. Especially after he had been made aware that Torchwood had been classified-
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-and that had been why he'd never heard of them before he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. As it had seemed as though the team weren't going to be venturing out anytime soon, the brunette had purposely hopped onto @selfnamedtwat's desk; the grin trying to break out-
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-onto his face barely concealed as he knew it would only distract the man. "Shouldn't you be examining the skeleton that was found the other day? Or did you already find the cause of death?"
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