The twins and Trinket, they were a triangle. The sort changed sometimes. For a while, they were obtuse. Vax and Vex worked together alright on the battlefield. Grog grew to learn he could rely on them to take the baddies down a peg before he got his hands on them, but Trinket was far off to the left, always close to Vex and never much help. Then they got tall and acute. Vex and Trinket crowding together while Vax got further and further away. Grog was sure they’d be equilateral someday. (2/5)
Keyleth was a rhombus. Solid on some ends. Certainly looked solid, but Grog was always just a little afraid she might topple over if her slant went too far. Her sizes and angles changed too much all the time. Early on, he’d worried about every animal he saw on the battlefield. There were so many shapes she could take. It made Grog’s head hurt, but he learned them one by one. Still, every squirrel was suspect. (3/5)
Scanlan started as a square, but he’d widened over time. The more songs, the more conversations, the more voices his friend brought out, the more sides Grog saw around him. He was a nonagon now, but Grog wondered sometimes if he was trying to get to a circle, same as Pike. He didn’t think it would work. Scanlan worked himself in and out of too many corners. (4/5)
Percy was a line. Straight on down from far away to whatever he chose to hit. Grog admired that in him. Sometimes he couldn’t see the beginning or the end of a line. Roads were one. Rivers were another, though he sometimes tried to put words to just what shape rivers were when they didn’t stay straight as he might prefer, but he was comforted knowing a line always landed somewhere. Pow. (5/5)
GROG AND SHAPES I’M!!!!!!
Tag: this is super cute
so i posted a headcanon and people really liked it
It was not every day that Zevran had a hand in crowning kings. Quite the opposite, in fact- The Crows ended reigns more often than not. His reputation with regal assassinations had been somewhat tarnished by the fact he had ended up robbed blind and arse-up in some river, but thankfully enough, Orzammar was remarkably river-free. Despite the Crows’ large part in Antivan politics, he had not cared all that much. The only time a politician could pique his interest was when they were offering him a great deal of coin.
Things were not all that different in the underground city. Quite frankly, he did not care if an oversized nug took the throne of Orzammar. At that moment in time, all he cared for was the mage safely tucked at his side.
Safe.
She was safe.
it’s just. trevelyan is taking fenris and hawke’s baby around the keep while they argue about hawke trying to stay in the fade, and each of the companions sees the little baby, and it’s like sleeping beauty with her fairy godmothers, each companion having a little moment, and i swear to god Bull has a moment where he’s trying to decide if she’s going to be an explorer or a storyteller or a warrior and and CULLEN IS SO BEAUTIFUL EVEN THO THIS ISN”T A CULLEN FIC and i’m just feelnig very emotional rn http://archiveofourown.org/works/2737496 AND COLE. OH LORDT. maker, take the internet from me, it has too many feels.
its my dream that when hawke gives fenris reading lessons he breaks out his treasure trove of awful romance novels that he collects 4 secret reasons and they read them together. its how they bond. Marriage
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