The world’s a beast of a burden;

[unlikelyherald]

Who| DA cast, assorted 4th wall visitors, anyone else who wants to tag into their dreams!
What| 4th wall event Dragon Age style
Where| ~dreamland~
When| all this week at nighttime though I suppose people can have 'wtf' threads during the day, too!
Warnings/Notes| DRAGON AGE: THIS CAST HAS ISSUES. likely mentions of rape, torture, abuse, death, murder, with an interspersing of gross fluff.


With how many of their goals tend to intersect and overlap, it's only a given that when the Capitol creates the Dream world that those of Thedas would find themselves in each other's dreams, in some sense or another. Even if they aren't all from the same Thedas, this place has connected them, in some way. For better, or for worse.

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ADELLA; DAY 2/3

[unlikelyherald]

Day 2

Standing in the courtyard of Skyhold, Adella knows it isn't real. There's always a chill in the air in the mountains, it's always the tiniest bit too cold, but right now it's beautiful. It feels just right, and it fills her heart to stand there, looking around and seeing her soldiers not far off practicing sparring in the training yard. She feels herself smiling, looking around for the others, her companions.

"It is far too beautiful a day to just be standing here, there must be something we can get up to."

Day 3

In a perfect world, Corypheus has been defeated, crushed under the force of the Inquisition. Adella's an advisor more than anything now, rather than having to hold together an entire patchwork organization by the seams, she's overseeing it from comfort, a room full of overstuffed chairs and bookshelves overflowing onto the floor.

Arcane tools are kept neatly in a corner, things of knowledge and study that she isn't using. The reality will flicker easily shifting into other things, because Adella's mind isn't so easily made up on what she wants for her future. One conversation she could still be in Skyhold, overseeing and liaising with the Divine, in another she's somewhere in Ferelden, and the sounds of laughing children can just barely be heard from the other side of her door. The only consistency within her fantasies is a simple gold ring around her left finger, a detail that she's paying very little mind as she sifts through her books.

Day 3!!!

[revocation]

Cullen strides inside the little house, the voices of children coming from out in the garden, wearing not his usual armor but simple tunic and breeches, his hair slightly ruffled from being outside and a light sheen of sweat on his skin from the exertion of playing with a number of small children.

"Keeping busy, my love?" he asks, wrapping an arm around Adella's waist and dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

[unlikelyherald]

She pauses in her sorting when Cullen comes in, a wide smile stretching across her face as he wraps an arm around her. Dropping the books she's holding on the table she turns, looking up at him with that same smile on her face.

"Trying to organize. Certain books need to go out of the reach of tiny mages."

[revocation]

"Hmm." He spares a glance for the books, but then his attention is all on her again. "Probably a good idea. Some things are dangerous without proper training. I had an idea, though - I wanted to run it by you. How does a picnic by the lake sound?"

[unlikelyherald]

Sound's like someone else's life. A fleeting thought, and she dismisses it almost immediately, though her smile does waver for a moment.

"That sounds perfect. I think I could do with some fresh air."

[revocation]

"I thought we could bring the children, make an afternoon of it," he says with a smile. "It's a lovely day outside. The lake will be like glass."

And he'll kiss Adella in the warm sunlight. Cullen is obviously more than content with this life - quiet, a family all his own - and her, the one who gave it to him.

[unlikelyherald]

It could be because she's a mage the dream seems a little off to her every once in a while, but Cullen is real enough, and her affection for him, even a want for this kind of life, is enough for her to dismiss it.

"It won't be like glass once the children get started on it," she replies, her smile widening slightly as she leans up to kiss him. "You go get the basket and blankets, I'll start pulling food together."

[revocation]

Cullen, for his part, is so desperate for such a thing to be true that he willingly accepts the illusion - happily. If only for a short time.

He goes off to get supplies, and calls for the children to get ready for a walk. It's a lovely warm day and his shirt is light, his sleeves rolled up as he prepares the big basket for their lunch.

[unlikelyherald]

Adella sets food out on the kitchen table, fruit and cheese and bread with a few other odds and ends, only once more having the odd twinge that something just isn't right (mostly because in the present, she barely knows her way around a kitchen). Once Cullen brings her the basket she loads it up, letting him take the basket as she walks outside and makes sure the children are ready to go.

The youngest immediately attaches herself to Adella's skirt upon her exit, which makes her let out a small laugh and scoop the girl up in her arms before turning to the two older children, reaching out to cup each of their faces in her hand in turn.

"Maker, you both are filthy. I suppose it's lucky we're headed for the lake."

[revocation]

Cullen comes out, basket in hand, and reaches down to ruffle his young son's curly hair. "A bath is definitely in order," he announces. "After lunch. We can play 'Battle the Sea Monster' - I'll be the monster."

[unlikelyherald]

The children seem somewhat mixed in their enthusiasm, swimming is fun, baths are not, but Adella smiles all the same, shooing them along. She shifts the child in her arms so she's balancing her on one hip and reaches out to lace her fingers through Cullen's as they head along the path to the lake.

"You know, I think Ferelden is finally starting to grow on me."

[revocation]

"I'm glad," Cullen murmurs, bringing their entwined hands up so he can kiss hers lightly. One of the older children makes gagging noises at the display of affection, and Cullen laughs.

"It's not all mud and darkspawn and rebellions," he points out. "And now your children are half-Fereldan, so."

[unlikelyherald]

"Oh they're all Ferelden," she remarks, setting the little one down and urging her ahead to join her brother and sister who have run on ahead. After a few uneasy steps she takes off running, old enough now to almost keep up with her siblings. "Not an ounce of Marcher pomp and circumstance in them, considering they've spent their whole lives either here or at Skyhold." She lets out a dramatic sigh, turning their hands so she can press a kiss to his knuckles.

"If my mother were still alive and hadn't burned me from the Family ledger, she'd likely have a fit knowing such ruffians were her grandchildren."

[revocation]

"Well, I wouldn't trust the opinion of anyone who disowned you for any reason," Cullen points out with a smile. "That's just poor judgment."

[unlikelyherald]

"You're right," Adella replies flippantly, lifting her chin in a somewhat haughty way before tilting her head at Cullen and smiling. "Entirely biased, but right."

[revocation]

He leans in to kiss her, unable to resist that look. "I see nothing wrong with that at all."

[unlikelyherald]

She still gets butterflies every time he kisses her, even years after they've been married. Waving off the chorus of "ewwwws" by their children she kisses him back, the smile never quite leaving her lips.

"I quite agree," she replies, before turning to the children. "Alright enough out of you three. Go play while your father and I set up for lunch."

[revocation]

Cullen chuckles, sliding an arm around her middle as their children dart off to splash and play in the water. "You get more beautiful every year, you know that?" he offers quietly.

[unlikelyherald]

Letting out a short laugh at that she shakes her head, sliding her arms around his neck.

"You mean I get older every year. I found a gray hair the other day. I'm starting to think I should have paid more attention when Vivienne was talking about beautification potions."

[revocation]

"And more beautiful," he repeats, smiling as he kisses her cheek. "My wife is the most beautiful woman in Thedas, regardless of how much gray hair she has."

[unlikelyherald]

"Maker's breath, you're good. No wonder I married you, saying things like that." She grins at him, leaning up to kiss him one more time before moving to take the basket from him. "Come on, let's find somewhere comfortable where we can see the children."

[revocation]

"I'm just being honest," Cullen says without guile, and points out a spot near enough the shore to be within sight - and earshot - of the children, under a shady tree. "What about there?"

[unlikelyherald]

"Looks perfect," she replies, giving Cullen a smile before sliding her hand into his and leading him over to the indicated spot. "It really is a beautiful day for this."