You tell her Iz😎

As much as I love siding with the mages in Inquisition, I can’t help but feel that the Templars quest is much more satisfying.

I love the emotion you feel when envy is trying to learn to be like you. How you can see just how easily it is to be corrupted. Looking back I could see it as a way for the Inquisitor to eventually be paranoid that they’re turning into what envy was. Especially when it would come down to sitting in judgement.

Anyways, I love the mages and support their rebellion. But the Templars have a better recruitment quest.


So this was it.
You had never imagined how you would die but you would have hoped that it would go faster. The pain was unbearable but still you didn’t lose your consciousness.
At least you had defeated the demons so they couldn’t hurt anybody else anymore.

You prayed that your body would finally let you go but it seemed that it was very stubborn. Somewhere between being awake and unconscious you could feel the blood leaving your body, making you lay in a puddle of your own blood. Somehow the pain wasn’t as present as before anymore but you could feel the cold of death instead.
Soon it would be over and by now it almost felt like a relief, even though you did not want to die.

Giving up, your vision went blank, but it wasn’t over yet. Darkness was surrounding you, until it seemed like something was pulling at you. Away from death, which had already put it’s claws around you. Something forced you to live and pushing some spirit back in your body.

Your vision came back but with it also the pain. A painful moan was all that came over your lips when you actually wanted to scream.
“Sssh it’s okay. I got you. It’ll be better soon”, you heard a voice, somehow familiar and soft. You couldn’t find the strength to focus on the person over you in that moment. Only when you felt something wet falling on your face. Tears? Tears for you? You used the little bit strength you had and forced your eyes to focused on the person hovering above you. It was Magnus, focused on healing your wounds.

“Magnus?” It wasn’t more then a croak that came out of your mouth and still the warlock looked in your eyes.
“Everything will be fine. I promise”, he said and smiled sadly at you.
He cared for you, you realized. The same way you cared about him. You hadn’t much strength left but you managed to lay your hand in the neck of the warlock and pulled him down to you, so your lips met his.

It was the first time you kissed the warlock. You two had flirted for a while now but none of you had ever taken it to the next step. But now here you were. Surrounded by your blood and Magnus` Magic running through your body, repairing the damage.

Still, it was perfect. Soft, gentle and a promising for more later to come, when you would be fine again.

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Alec sighed. “Sorry to wreck your vision of our happy family. I know you want to think Dad’s fine with me being gay, but he’s not.”

“But if you don’t tell me when people say things like that to you, or do things to hurt you, then how can I help you?” Simon could feel Isabelle’s agitation vibrating through her body. “How can I—”

“Iz,” Alec said tiredly. “It’s not like it’s one big bad thing. It’s a lot of little invisible things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and I’d call from the road, Dad never asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m young or if it’s because of something else. I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up. Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now.” He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alec’s. “It’s not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It’s a million little paper cuts every day.”

—  Probably one of the realest descriptions I’ve ever read of homophobia from Cassandra Clare’s City of Lost Souls