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Maggie
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“FILL THE CRACKS WITH SOMETHING STRONGER.”
A fictional fantasy original character written by SUNDER. | #FantasyRP #DNDRP #BG3RP | MDNI 18+. || Art commissioned by Sunder, done by @donutsthetic
at the floor beside the bed, and then she moved it a bit farther away, should he need to get up in the middle of the night. She didn't want to get stepped on.
February 14, 2026 at 5:29 AM
that both excited her and filled her with a mild dread; was that all she wanted to remain?

Without daring to give that question more than a moment's notice, she entered into the room and gestured toward the bed. "Best, uh, best get your rest, then. And I'll meditate there." Her hand raised to point
February 14, 2026 at 5:29 AM
Without even thinking about it on a conscious level, she reached out and took his hand.

"Yes," she spoke softly, the words leaving her lips with more certainty than existed within her mind, "just friends."

Friends they were, but as she tugged him gently into the room, she asked herself a question
February 14, 2026 at 5:29 AM
Everything can be rebuilt, yes, but it's the people that we must tend to. And we will." Her eyes scanned the map and she pointed at a few key points on it. "We can set up a triage center here, then help the wounded. I have some study in medicine; I can help out there."
February 14, 2026 at 5:25 AM
"The trading routes are something that we cannot easily replace." Maggie had followed Druid into the room, and now stood beside Solas, her arms behind her back but her tone resolute.

"We can, with some help, reroute them here temporarily. The people are the important part, Solas, not the land.
February 14, 2026 at 5:25 AM
stood off to the side and gestured for him to go in, meanwhile, her cheeks were a vivid ruby color and she desperately averted his gaze, instead choosing to look up at the ceiling.
February 11, 2026 at 5:32 AM
Trying to find the logic in a ridiculous situation? Any of these rooms could have a bed in it and if he really was SO tired, he could have just insisted the same thing and then bid her good night at the door!

Her path took them quickly to her room, and she wrenched the door open with her hand, then
February 11, 2026 at 5:32 AM
want him to see just how red her face was. "It's just for the night, after all, and, we're- we're doing it because you can't find your room. And you're about to pass out, after all, f- from sheer exhaustion. This is simply the most logical choice."

Bargaining? Was she bargaining with herself?
February 11, 2026 at 5:32 AM
"Well." Tugging on his arm. "I know where mine is, so, we'll simply spend the night in mine and we can find yours later. In the morning, perhaps."

Her cheeks felt hotter than usual. Blushing? Was she blushing? She took the lead and gently tugged Solas along for the simple reason that she did not
February 11, 2026 at 5:32 AM
[blushing furiously]
February 11, 2026 at 5:25 AM
carry you there."
February 11, 2026 at 1:06 AM
Maggie took his hand, oblivious to his hidden desires, then led him through the treehouse.

"...you have a room set up, yes?" she asked, suddenly unsure, pausing in a hallway and glancing up the hallway and then down it again. "Stay awake until we reach your room at least; I don't want to have to
February 11, 2026 at 1:06 AM
anything that would offer me some small smidgen of comfort."

Her other hand reached down for his hand, to grab it. Her skin is soft, and her touch, gentle and warm. Her eyes were impossibly deep swirls of chocolate, so full of warmth.
February 7, 2026 at 8:46 PM
Her finger touched his jaw, suddenly quite close to him, and gently guiding him to look up at her.

"I enjoy your company. Were our situations reversed, and it was my village that had been burned down and you were offering me some measure of company and comfort, I would take it. I would take
February 7, 2026 at 8:46 PM
check up on Solas, then."
February 6, 2026 at 6:15 AM
shelter of the World Tree, and we began our lives anew under its branches.

History doesn't repeat, but if often rhymes." There was a slight twinkle in her eye when she considered that, and then she blinked. "Right, well, I forgot what I was coming up here for, aside from to talk to you. I'll go
February 6, 2026 at 6:15 AM
"That is much how my village started." Maggie considered the memory of her father passing down the tale. "There was a cataclysm not long after the Elves came to the Great Ring, and we had only one large city and a few small villages nearby. After the cataclysm separated us, the survivors came to the
February 6, 2026 at 6:15 AM
"And it is merely for our mutual benefit," she reasoned, nodding slightly. "You sleep. I meditate. We need not even share a bed." A very slight red tinge colored her cheeks.
February 6, 2026 at 6:12 AM
"When one of my siblings had a hard time meditating, it helped them for me to meditate beside them." Maggie thought aloud innocently. "Perhaps..."

Was that too forward? She grimaced and her lips pursed into a thin line. "No. Perhaps, that is simply too forward. Never mind."
February 4, 2026 at 1:25 AM
like this. And my home- they would not take me back even if I came to them."

Her gaze dropped to her feet.
February 1, 2026 at 8:16 PM