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Warnings: Death mention?

A/N: My first DA:I thing is this. Incredible. Ty Nat.

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Solas:

Solas is tired. He’s so tired. All he wants is to paint his murals and do his studies but there they are. Dropping 3 floors down onto his desk with muddy boots, ruining and interrupting his work with your constant running and moving. Why did he have to choose one of the most well-trafficked rooms as his study?

Romanced

If someone points out his smile whenever they jump from place to place, he’s quick to shut them down. He’ll admit it’s nice to see them happy for the moment. The road ahead is long and full of trials. He knows whats coming, and wants to see them smile for now.

Cassandra

Cassandra doesn’t understand why they have to… jump, everywhere. Why can’t they simply walk like a normal person? Why must they kick up such a fuss? Just be normal. Look like the inquisitor should. Walk like the inquisitor should. She doesn’t hide the disgusted noises as they leap from roof to roof, cackling madly.

Romanced

She isn’t worried. She’s seen them do it a hundred times. They’re strong and sturdy, they can handle a few jumps. And if they can’t she’ll be there, grumbling and disappointed in their recklessness, calling for a healer. But there for her love nonetheless.

Varric

Varric dealt with Hawke’s weirdness, he can deal with this. It’s not every day you see someone throw themselves and their green glowy hand into battle, but honestly? He’s seen weirder. You’re eager, and you’re fun. That’s all that matters. Plus, the bonus of seeing the Seeker pop a vein every time they do it is a nice bonus.

Vivienne

Vivienne hates it. Why must you do this? Why not act with more decorum? They’re the Inquisitor and a grown adult. They represent one of the most powerful and threatening organizations in Thedas, with responsibilities far past that of any king or ruler. The fate of the world is on their shoulders, and they act like this?

At the very least they should think of their own safety. The last thing she or anyone wants is to wake up to find their Inquisitor died throwing themselves off of Skyhold. No, that simply would not do.

Iron Bull:

Bull is impressed the first few times and unnerved for the rest. They’re just there, and then they’re over there and just- everywhere. Hard to track and keep an eye on. Like they teleport, with some weird magic. It’s weird, but it works for them in battle, so he supposes he’s happy. He simply hopes they don’t use this strange ability against him.

Romanced: With all the jumping, Bull finds out they’re a lot more… flexible, than he thought. Still weird, but he very much likes this bonus. So long as they aren’t flinging theselves into immediate danger without him there to help, he’s fine. And hell, they’re capable enough alone.

Sera

Sera is absolutely thrilled the first time she sees them do this. Finally, someone who can keep up with her. Finally, someone who knows how to have a little fun! They’re never alone in their antics, with Sera often far ahead leading the path, cackling madly and wrecking more chaos than they’d maybe anticipated.

Romanced: It’s always the perfect date. Jumping over rooftops throwing pies and other shit at ‘rich tits’. It often ends with them running away from guards and laughing so hard they’re out of breath, but it’s so worth it to see the smiles they both have on their faces.

Dorian

As long as he’s not disturbed by it, Dorian doesn’t care. The first time he sees it he raises an eyebrow and simply lets it slide, maybe with an offhand comment about their safety and the fate of the world resting on them. And he would rather not have to explain that his dear friend the Inquisitor died at the hands of a snapped neck from a tree.

Romanced: He would prefer his Amatus not fling himself off of Skyhold into the abyss. He would prefer his Amatus just stay still and not bounce like some uncontainable fireball but, alas, that seems to be his constant state. He won’t pretend he doesn’t feel his heart sieze up when he watches them leap from tree branch to tree branch. Why couldn’t he have fallen for a more self-preserving-man?

Blackwall

The first time he sees it he’s just befuddled. They’re just flinging themselves all over the place. What was the point? To confuse the enemy? It’s working well, he’s never seen a foe this completely floored. It’s impressive, really. So he doesn’t really mind watching them zip around Skyhold. The quicker they are, the faster they get to peaceful days.

Romanced:

It’s the same, but he’s more worried. Always reminding them to be more careful. It’s taken a lot for him to be so open and happy with someone, and he is not about to lose that so easily. Not on his watch. He doesn’t hesitate to pull them aside to talk about it.

Cole

He doesn’t mind. Back and forth, they’re always running. Helping people, bringing the peace. They may be loud but they’re always quiet with him. Soft and careful, kind and quick. He’ll watch them run and know they’re safe in their own hands. Capable, especially with him there to help them with every leap along the way.

Josephine

Josephine is fine with it so long as they don’t do it in view of the nobles. You can guess how well the Inquisitor keeps by that rule. She’s sure the Duke will never return with the heart attack that was watching the Inquisitor drop into the hall from Vivienne’s little area. No matter how many apologies she sent, it was hard to show sincerity when he’d been met with such mirthful laughter from the Inquisitor themself. Josie still finds herself dwelling on that embarrassing moment years later.

Romanced:

She can’t help but blush when she finds flowers dropped upon her from great heights or thrown her way as they run by on another mission. It’s so difficult to stay mad at them, which makes telling them off all the harder. How can she be mad when they’re handing her expensive chocolates? Giving them pretty silks scarves? They’re simply too sweet, and she cannot stay angry with that lovely face.

Cullen:

He’s just as tired as Solas, what with them dropping into his bedroom through the hole in the roof as a ‘shortcut’. Throwing open the door and darting through his office without anything close to a greeting or apology, on their way to greet Cole or to the tavern. It’s always a headache, and his head is always in his hands when he hears the encroaching, fast footsteps and the slam of the door. Andraste, preserve him.

Romanced: They’re giving him a heart attack. Why? Do they want him dead? Every day is a day he could die of a stroke as he watches them jump over the ramparts and laugh, smiling at him like they weren’t killing him every moment they threw their life on the line for the thrill. His heads in his hands, again when they turn their gaze away, as Lelianna offers him a comforting pat on the back. They’d be the death of him.

Lelianna:

She finds it incredibly humorous, though she’d never tell anyone. Just as agile as her spies, she wonders if the Inquisitor would be open for work after all this is over. Maybe they were a little loud, but she’d dealt with worse. Besides, having such a different energy is a good change, in her opinion. Can’t have the entire castle in a deep, war-worried mood. It’s simply bad for business.