Sunshine

Independent Bethany Hawke Roleplay Blog

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               hi guys what happens when u disappear for years? idk but hey, hi im alive

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hi. o/

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should I come back to Bethany?

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[floralls]

Forget me not | Flickr

[dalishflame]

The chill of Skyhold is gone, replaced instead by the warmth of her hand upon his, keeping it there. He could feel the tickle of her breath upon his wrist, the pulse thrumming beneath her skin – and what beautiful skin, still delicate and soft after so many years of battle and hardship. Lovely, truly lovely.

“ Is it unwanted? ” He asks, thumb idly tracing the line of her jaw. “ I confess I find you… quite enchanting, but if this displeases you… ”

[apriciitatis]

“Atreion,” she says with a very firm tone, “If it was unwelcome, I wouldn’t be here enjoying your company.” Overcome with the very strong feeling of confidence, Bethany raises to the tips of her toes to place a very gentle peck against his lips. It is chaste and soft, perhaps just as what he might think a kiss from her would be, but also much more.

She returns to her lower height and with a face flushing in a different glow, she smiles. “I encourage more, in fact. Much more.”

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[magexkiller-blog]

@sahlintalas {This reminded me of Lia and Martine getting ready to kick some ass and take some names… in silk. >:3}

[wmagazine]

Catherine Zeta-Jones. See more from our celebrity archive here. 

Photograph by Michael Thompson; W magazine July 2004. 

[apriciitatis]

one day i’ll finish iconing bethany and then be able to write as her again after a 6 month absence. Hi guys.

[smutxmemes]

Send my muse a kink and they'll rate it based on interest

[fortheaskbox]

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

[dalishflame]

“ They do indeed. ” A thread means little in the grand scheme of things, and Atreion’s words are a token effort at best. His sleeve is thin enough that her fingers feel like a brand upon his arm and for one mad moment if her magic has flared in that lingering contact. But then, magic would not make the air so stifling, or his fingers feel heavy and clumsy as they drift of their own accord, brushing a lock of black hair away from cheeks as pink as peonies.

“ …You are blushing, my dear. ”

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All words are lost on her. His hand, while her cheeks are burning, is warm and such a comfort there. Bethany steals a glance and possibly feels herself fall through the floor at the softness of his gaze. Her delicate hand raises to hold his hand against her cheek and ear. “I have reason to do so.”

[sulahnnan]

                  farewell; I’ve gone to take my throne above,                   but  don’t  weep for  me, ‘cause this  will  be

                                  THE LABOUR OF MY LOVE

[magicbound-a]

   “None as remarkable as you.”

   “… you know, everyone has refused to give me the full details of that incident.” 

[apriciitatis]

“First Enchanter, please.”

“...We’d... It’s better not to discuss it.”

[dalishflame]

“ You would be surprised. It is light work when the subject is one you enjoy.” He is not entirely sure what to expect at her approach, but when careful hands push at his he makes no move to stop her, his hand hovering uncertainly. This quiet closeness is something he has little frame of reference for, times past having no fine clothes to mar or kindly souls to tend to it

——-for all that this is truly about a plucked thread.

“ Forgive me. I’m quite alright with a needle, but I admit this frippery is—- quite beyond me. ”

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“I would imagine so. Often it was harder for me to write back to my mother in the circle. But then again, I enjoyed her letters every week.” If it’s a plucked thread, it’s plucked. Yet still her touch lingers on his arm. Tawny eyes are uncertain as they raise to meet his. Everything seems hot like a wool blanket had been draped over her. “Even frippery you can get around. Sometimes things just get unraveled.”

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she comes into his room when he's resting on the bed and simply flops over on top of him. Bethany says nothing but just... pushes her face into his neck and holds him tightly. "Can we just stay like this for the rest of the day?"

A soft grunt leaves him as she knocks some of the air out of him, one eye opening to peer down at her.

“ Depends… does Skyhold do room service? Did something happened that made you want to hide away from the world? “

[apriciitatis]

urges people to read them rules as I try to organize bethany’s shambled blog- as an update I’m blocking personal blogs for the time being because as appreciative as I am of all of you, it’s really driving me up the wall with how cluttered it is and how often I have to sort through roleplayers and non.

THIS IS A ROLEPLAY BLOG, NOT A PERSONAL. PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG MY HEADCANONS OR MY THREADS  WITHOUT PERMISSION FIRST. FIND MY PERSONAL @maybemischief

[undisonae]

         "So… you did make the Arishok smile then?”

[apriciitatis]

“No, I did not. Varric likes to make things... More interesting than they actually are. As a story teller exaggerates, you know.”