She’s horrified & saddened when you find out what has happened to the Tranquil Mages
If the Inquisitor & Dorian enter a relationship, no matter if she’s not friends with the Inquisitor, she will defend their relationship from assholes putting the relationship down
She’s the only one to approve of you saving everyone during Haven’s attack
If you blame yourself for Haven, she offers kind & comforting words
When Cassandra blames herself for not being present at the Conclave & trying to save the Divine, Vivienne reminds her she did all she could & to not blame herself
After completing Cole’s companion quest, Cole reads her mind & discovers a part of her cares for him despite all her vocal vitriol toward him
She’s distraught over the violence between mages (those who want to rebel & those who don’t) & the innocent lives caught in the crossfire
In Jaws of Hakkon, she offers condolences to Finn after he speaks about losing his father
Oh, but don’t forget:
She’s just as adamant that the right outfit will make people respect you regardless of your race–when most people in the Orlesian Court find an elf, qunari, or dwarf in formal dress laughable at best.
Iron Bull basically adopts her as a mother figure, and she tuts over him like one.
She accepts Dalish mage training as just as valid as Circle training.
She consults both Solas and Dorian on magical matters, even though she doesn’t get along with either.
For all her ambition, she joins the Inquisition at the very beginning, when doing so is more likely to make her a social pariah than gain her any favors.
Her biggest problem with dissolving the Circle is that there is no viable alternative in place to protect and teach mages.
She climbs mountains and trudges through bogs in high heels and never complains once.
did I ever tell you guys how I lost the most overtly religious friend I’ve ever had because she insisted I was hellbound over a pair of jeans
apparently not by your reactions SO let’s talk about emily
emily was catholic and found it really, really important that you knew that
she was discrete for the most part (sign of the cross before meals and blushing when the lord’s name was said in vain sorts of things) but she had a habit of berating people for politely declining her invitations to her church services and was sort of a pain in the ass about it at times but that’s beside the point
we were friends for about two and a half years
and then she borrowed a pair of my jeans.
now these jeans
were not just any pair of jeans
they were lucky brand jeans and the nicest jeans I owned at the time, but I was always cool with letting people borrow things when they really needed them
so this fateful day rolls around and emily is freaking out because she tore her skirt (as in straight up the back, mortifyingly torn) while we were out for coffee waiting for her other friend to pick her up because she was going on a weekend trip with this other friend’s (even more religious) family and her only other option was a pair of starchy pants that would absolutely suck to sit comfortably in for a five hour drive
so I do what any good friend would do and give her the extra pair of jeans I have in my car
which are my luckys
now I didn’t think anything of it and just assumed I’d done a great service here right
but flash forward three days
and she comes back
and doesn’t say
anything
just hands me the jeans
pivots
and walks away
so naturally I’m like??????????
so she proceeds to send me a text the next day saying that I made her look horrible to her friend’s mom because she nicely offered to wash the jeans before returning them and that’s right around the time I remember that Lucky brand jeans have a lovely little note on the fly
they look like this
and then you unzip them and
so that’s the story of how my catholic friend stopped talking to me because I accidentally tainted her social life with my subtle sexual vicious trollop jeans
That is both terrible, and absolutely fucking hilarious
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