A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them

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A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them
So! After a long hiatus, my Leandra muse is back, even despite not having a Malcolm around anymore. Sooo... Like for a starter, message for plot?
I want to make a Mothers of Thedas edit. It’s gonna include Leandra, Aquinea Thalrassian (Dorian’s mom), Livia Arida (Felix’s mom), Morrigan... Am I forgetting someone?
“I think I’m running out of time… figuratively anyway."
"Oh Malcolm don’t be silly you promised me forever, remember?”
; verses
v; still an amell
Lady Amell verse. Not disowned yet, but usually already in love with Malcolm, eventually already pregnant.
v; a happy exile
Disowned, but happy. She lives with her husband and three young children, running away from templars, but she already know that she would never change her life.
v; mother to three
After Malcolm’s death Leandra becomes a creature of dust and bitter longing. Lonely mother, she’s having a difficult life trying to take care of her three children. This verse ranges from Malcolm’s death to All That Remains.
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Leandra was that kind of person never showing her sorrow in front of everyone. But deep inside, she was screaming. She was a mother who lost her children, a wife who lost her husband. And this was a moment when this mother and wife broke her mask, when she couldn’t help but cry and scream. And she could only hope noone was around to see her in this state.
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“Good morning, Isabela. No, Hawke is not ready yet. But come, don’t wait outside.”
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“No, Marian. I’m not talking with you about that. Especially not now. Maybe someday.”
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“Hey, hey! Be careful not to trip over, alright? And this time, watch over the twins, so any of them won’t trip over, too.”
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“Garret this is not a question. You go and you fix it now and clean everything up.”
❛ brush ❜ (i kind of want to give you evil archer)
It was not often for Leandra to let her hair down. Especially since she became a widow. Her hair was something Malcolm truly enjoyed playing with, and in this silent gesture she wanted to remind herself how much she missed his fingers running through her hair. She trembled, in shock and confusion, when she felt someone’s hand on her hair. “Oh, Maker! It’s you, Archer. You scared me.”
My character has amnesia, and can't remember anyone or themselves. Send, "Remember me?" for their reaction.
Gonna take care of those starters I promised a while ago~.
Okay, but let’s talk about how this adorable dork turns into someone who
is
never
smiling
❛ brush ❜ [From bby Io to Mama!]
It was late already and the child refused to fall asleep, even though her father was already sleeping soundly and her mother was doing everythin she could. Hugging, caressing hair as smooth as silk, singing a quiet lullaby. And Leandra could not stop herself from smile, feeling Iona’s small hand running through her hair.
“Little child Be not afraid Though thunder explodes And lightning flash Illuminates your tearstained face I am here tonight”
brush
“Oh, Mister Hawke, can I help you?”
Leandra teased, feeling her beloved’s fingers running through her long, curly hair, her tone sweet and beautiful, her lips gently curled in a smile.
; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.
bonus if you add description!