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[8tracks]

Barton Hollow - The Civil Wars

Ain’t going back to Barton Hollow
Devil gonna follow me e'er I go
Won’t do me no good washing in the river
Can’t no preacher-man save my soul

The Phrase That Pays - The Academy Is…

Oh, doctor, doctor, I must’ve gotten the sick somehow
I’m going to ask you a series of questions
And I want them answered on the spot right now
“Is it serious?” “I’m afraid it is.”
“Am I gonna die?” “Well, son…
Death is gonna catch up to all one day
But yours is coming quicker than ours.”

Fixed At Zero - VersaEmerge

There’s a vulture on my shoulder
And he’s telling me to give in
Always hissing right in my ear
Like it’s coming from my own head

Circadian - David Cook

Mayday, somebody save me now
I’m cutting all ties from the world outside
‘Cause it’s over my head

Holy Diver - Dio

Holy diver
You’ve been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh, what’s becoming of me?

America’s Suitehearts - Fall Out Boy

Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts
Oh, I must confess
I’m in love with my own sins

Monster - Imagine Dragons

If I told you what I was
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous
Would you be scared?

O Death - Jen Titus

No wealth, no ruin
No silver or gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

aeonarescapee asked:

Tell me about the best meal Kyllian ever ate.

“The best meal I ever ate? Oh maker don’t get me started. Far to many to pick from. I’ have been lucky enough, as Hero of Ferelden to have received many invitations to noblemen’s dinners and balls and events. To be honest I would only accept for the food. But I must say, despite all the exotic things I’ve tried, the best was still Alistair’s Coronation meal right after the blight. Probably because I had not had a full, decent meal that was not soup in nearly a year, what with being out camping. Roast pig, poultry of every sort (which I think made Shale quite happy despite not being able to eat), fine ales and wines, all the colorful fruits, dumplings, every sort of bread. I ate til I was sick, and then I threw up, burped, and ate some more. Its was horrid.”

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The bar’s patrons dwindled to a scarce few as the night continued. Olivia sat at a table by herself, sipping on a flagon and watching the promise of a good fight breaking out across the room when the stranger approached.

“–If you’re lucky, we may get to see a fight soon.”

She looked over at the newcomer.

“Oh, sorry– thought you were someone else. What can I do for you, serah?”

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She looked up from her book and slipped a marker in the page and soundless closed the book. She stood and moved around to the front of her desk, “Hello, is there something I can do for you?”

aeonarescapee asked:

Citrus. Maybe orange or lemon.

Mmm… Citrus… Tangy and acidic and tongue smacking. I felt my mouth water at just the scent. Those sort of fruits were uncommon in Ferelden. There was the kinds that were either so sweet you craved more, or so sour you felt as though you would not ever be able to eat again. 

Once a year, Papa managed to find one of these delicate fruits. Orange as the sun, and twice as bright and shimmering when he brought it. Once a year, around All Saints Day, the family gathered, extended as well as immediate, and at the end of the simple meal we all shared it. A slice each. 

Oh, how I reveled in that taste, each year. I remember one year I tried to sneak an extra slice, there being one left over after… Well after my mother died. He’d always calculated so carefully. Except for that year. And we all understood why. I was just… insensitive I suppose. Young, stupid and insensitive.