All Debates Abt The Artistic Merits Of Fanfiction Fail To Recognize The Purpose Of Fic. You Dont Write

all debates abt the artistic merits of fanfiction fail to recognize the purpose of fic. you don’t write fic to be published or to learn how to construct a narrative although you can use it to develop style. you write it so that your friends will message you “bestie you’re utterly deranged for this one im eating dirt” 

Thinking about the initial trip from Haven to Skyhold and what we don't get to see in the cut scene...thinking about Blackwall pushing Sera over in the snow and her laughing so loudly. Thinking about Varric complaining every step of the way, but at night settling in their makeshift camps to tell stories to thr weary and the injured. Thinking about Cassandra and Cullen sticking close to the inquisitor, both with the memory of her ice cold skin fresh in their minds. Thinking about Dorian casting small heating spells. Thinking about the chargers helping carrying all the supplies they can. Thinking about a little girl who Bull carries on his shoulders when she gets tired but they can't afford to stop moving. Thinking about Viv checking in on the tranquil they have with them when few people remember them because they do not voice their complaints. Thinking about Solas, quiet and walking ahead, wondering at the strength of these people he thought so fragile and worthless. Thinking about scout Harding pressing forward to find easier paths for the company. Thinking about Leliana finding Josephine the warmest cloak and best shoes she can so she doesn't catch frostbite. Thinking of Cole deciding this is where he wants to stay as he looks upon all this compassion and hope and heartbreak and grief. Just. There's so much we didn't see. But I think about it. Constantly.

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Your task dooms you to endure loss. Close your eyes and picture the face of one you will never see again. What would you tell them?

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