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i’ve had a really hard time of it as late and i’ve come to realize trying to managing the mound of blogs that i have is turning far more into a burden than a hobby and that’s not good. for now i’m going to be putting akaari here on a LOW ACTIVITY hiatus. he’s the least muse working for me right now and i feel like my other muses are cooperating more. this is NOT me killing this blog off, this is just a warning replies here will be very sparse.
he’s smiling against his teeth, savouring how quickly he can work his partner up to a simmer with no more than a touch and a look. fenriel’s own hunger is a much more patient beast, and he waits, stalls, tips his head just enough to bare more of his throat and dodge a particularly wanting bite. ❝ what can i say? i’ve got a silver tongue. ❞
fen has all those perfectly little ploys to press at buttons to rile the large man into something akin to lust driven. that careful hand curled along his thigh and the daring exposure of that neck left him utterly HUNGRY for more. to taste that skin and to feel the vibration of his moans curled against his lips. “ i have a few ideas of how to put that silver tongue to work, “ he rumbled, sliding his hand up into his hair to caress the bounce of locks.
I BECAME GOOD AT PRETENDING. i became so good that after a while, the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.
❝ twat. ❞ he murmurs, even as deft fingers move to trace up akaari’s inseam from the knee, half-lidded eyes watching his own hand with interest.
“ gods you have such a way with words, “ lips coiled up then, thick fingers, tracing the supple line of his throat, feeling that steady thrum of a pulse against the tips. “ know the right way to my heart. “ and he was far too greedy to WAIT, leaning in and nipping at lips hungrily.
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STARTER CALL!!!
❝ how d’you know? maybe they’re into that. ❞
“ well then we’d have to give them a proper show wouldn’t we? “
❝ great idea, mate. nothing says inconspicuous like two blokes going at it. ❞
“ less likely to come investigatin’ if we’re just snoggin’. “
( @tanadhal )
“ you know this stake out is gonna take HOURS before anyone shows up. maybe we should come up with something fun to do while we wait? “
I’m supposed to be the soldier, who never blows his composure, even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
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❝ So, Inquisitor, you never actually got around to telling us the story of how you ended up at the Conclave. I know that many of your followers said they were curious, but only me, Sera or the Iron Bull would have the balls to ask – she said she’d rather see me do it, and he said it’s none of his business – so here I am. ❞
“ Well I’m sorry to admit there’s not a very grand tale to tell about that, “ The conclave still made his stomach churn a little bit, while he had heard from his company and that some of them lived, he did not forget the lynching mob that was rather eager to string him up for the explosion he hadn’t caused. “Are you truly interested in hearing the story? It’s dreadfully dull.”
I can’t tell if it’s killing me, or making me stronger
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“Maybe because it’s the least pressure. The Herald of Andraste speaks for Her Eminence; the Inquisitor saves the world. Nobody expects anything of an ass, though. Except,” she says, as she crests the top of the hill ahead of him in spite of the snow, squinting into a gust of snow powder off the top of the ridge, “that he’s always the last to arrive.”
True to his word, their cave is nestled in a copse of boreal trees all laden with snow down the hill a ways. On the other hand, the distant peaks are wrapped in a dark, misty haze, foreboding of things to come and explaining all this blighted wind. She narrows her eyes; she’d known it hadn’t felt quite like a normal mountain gust, but hadn’t been able to pinpoint how without seeing it.
“Good news: I found camp!” she exclaims with faux-brightness, spinning around and spreading her arms. The smile slips abruptly into a frown. “Bad news: I also found the oncoming snowstorm. I wouldn’t make time for that meal, unless you’re planning on weathering the night with the scouts.”
The qunari grumbled from behind her, rolling those heavy eyes as he moved to crest over the hill with her. “I do not arrive last, I arrive just when I mean to. And the party can’t start without the leader now can it? So everyone else is just dreadfully early.” The smile was back as he shook out the weight of the snow from his leathers, giving a light shake of his horns which had gathered the powder as well it seemed from their trekking. He was eager to see what they might just have roasted on the fire, something hopefully with meat and hearty to fill his empty belly.
But the weight of that storm is there and he frowned, his stomach even giving a loud rattle for it knows no food is coming. “Shit,” a heavy hand curled over his face, shaking it off. Well, they better keep moving. “Alright alright, let’s keep moving. I don’t wanna get caught in that. I’ve had my fair share of being trapped in snow storms for one lifetime after Haven.” God the ice in his bones was still there he swore it.
kaaras-adaar:
Kaaras’ eyes dropped to the now empty potion phial that was between them. He just smiled, giving the other qunari a soft expression. “It’s still wise to let some wounds heal on their own.” Potions were good on the battlefield, a life saver in their own right. A quick way to retreat if needed, or to kill, or to get back on your feet for any reason, really. But it was good to see some healers being traditional. It was better for the body to know how to heal itself and not always rely on other means.
As Akaari spoke, the Inquisitor looked out across the little pool of water. He was aware of the trouble that would come, aware of the fights he would have to command soldiers through. But he could not afford to be seen faltering. He was their Inquisitor, and he would do right by them. He would keep their heads up and shoulders back.
“We do this together, as a team,” he said, taking the hand and pulling himself up. He laughed softly as he realised just how tall the other man was, and a small blush went across his cheeks.
“You’re very tall…” he commented, “Or… well… I’m very short, but still. I think I will feel safe with you on my back out there.” His ears fell. “Maker, I do hope I did not offend you, I am used to being on the shorter side of qunari.” He was rambling now, and he closed his mouth, rubbing the back of his neck.
Shut up, Kaaras.
Akaari was rather average for their people, towering over most and able to easily sweep his eyes through a crowd without being hampered. He always liked how tall he was and how it startled most folk, those who had to tilt their heads so far back just to be able to meet his eyes. The fluster from the Herald only made Akaari chuckle, reaching out and clamping a heavy hand along his shoulder. Stammering he could handle, it was endearing really, that he’d care so much about offending him over something like this. “Don’t worry, I got your back out there. And I can reach the extra high shelves,” A tease as he moved with him back toward camp.
“I do appreciate you sitting with me, I like getitng to know the guy I’m fighting for. And you’re a good one— I’m happy to fight this cause for ya.”
his smile didn’t seem to fade until he heard the other. it took merely seconds before those icy walls came up clamping together, keeping everything and everyone OUT. ( even if it was the Inquisitor. ). trust no one, they don’t trust you … you don’t trust them. grabbing a soft bristles body brush he stepped away from the other hand extending to rake the tool down every so gently and still lovingly. he listened, he noted and every so often out of mannerism he’d give the older male a slight nod. but even still those whispers that r e d crawled wrapping fingertips around his throat, digging into his eyes. the nudge of a muzzle to his chest caused him to tear himself back into the arms of reality.
Alexander barely remembered he blacked out the moment he stepped foot into this world, collapsed, only managing to draw a single rune in order to help his blood replacement. next thing he knew he was in a lower cell hands cuffed keeping him close to the ground. every so often fluttering in and out of consciousness. he remembered hearing Cassandra asking Solas what he was, the two arguing. he could remember Leliana asking the Inquisitor ———— at the time Herald if there were any others like him. for sometime he thought he was simply there for their amusement until he heard screams and explosions.
hands seemed to gently grip at mane as the memory flooded back to him so quickly. still listening to the Inquisitor and yet trying to piece together his own experience. how did you escape Cassandra most likely screamed out that question twenty times when he arrived back in their arms. the bigger question was why did he come back? bright cobalt eyes lifted their gaze to meet hers, leathery nose brushing against cheek. ❝ she saved me… when Haven was falling, she saved me ❞ it was coming back now, bits and pieces. a solider rushing in in a frantic trying to get more weapons turning to him, looking at him, maker bless me. putting Alexander’s stele just close enough he could reach and escape on his own accord.
❝ I remember … watching you, watching all of you… ❞
getting out of the doors, heat, screams, blood so much blood. red charging at him a different solider trying to save an innocent and Alexander stupid enough to get in the way. fighting back with his own weapons taking a slice of red lyrium cut hands to his side, once the solider and civilian were gone he took his chance to escape. weak, blood pouring, head throbbing, reins GRAB THE REINS. he tore from the memory exhaling a slow breath before allowing his gaze to fall on the Inquisitor again. ❝ I was so weak, my runes were taking so long to heal me. she came rushing by me…she took me above the tree line and I watched. I watched you fight that thing, I thought you were dead …. I blacked out and when I woke up she had taken us to a thick forest. we stayed there, then she led me back here …. to you. ❞ his smile soon repainted itself across his face as she gave him another gentle nudge. this time the archer nudging her back running hand down her muzzle. ❝ if not for her, I’d be dead. ❞
as his mother had taught him at such a young and impressionable age, animals were kinder than any man or woman he would ever come to meet. animals did not fear the way someone looked, they did not put hatred toward his horns or his incredible height. they didn’t fear him for being tal-vashoth and they did not fear him for the savage stereotypes that clung to his qunari people. akaari had always preferred the company of animals to that of people, the quiet confidante in an animal calmed him far more than any words spouted even from a friend. though those were few here too. he was the inquisitor, but he was still feared. he was a damned oxman, a brute and he heard plenty of nobles gushing over how foolish it had been for the inquisition to put so much weight upon a MONSTER like him. he knew the ache of what alec suffered at the weight of his people. “ i’m surprised you came back, i’ll admit. after they wanted to hang me for thinking i caused the explosion at the conclave i wanted to run. “ he still did actually, wanted to run back home and hide, but he didn’t get the luxury of that.
the memory of fighting that....blighted monster still made his stomach crawl, lips peeled back into something akin of a grimace as he steadied his own worry with fingers curled into the mane of his own horse. careful, quiet press of his fingers soothing those demons that were still so fresh in his thoughts. “ i thought i was dead too. “ he admitted, remembering the painful hours upon hours of trekking up that damned mountain pass, the anger of storms dragging him to his knees more than once. the cold was still there in his bones, he was sure, frosted over and clinging to him.
“ she’s good, she’s good for you, “ akaari smiled across the way at the beautiful creature, reaching out and petting softly over her coat. “ and for what it is worth, which i’m sure is not much, i am sorry for what you’ve suffered here. i know what it’s like to be accused of being evil just because i was in a shitty place at a shitty time. “ trust was hard found amongst people who feared everything but themselves. “ but i do not see your as a threat, i don’t fear you plotting against us. i trust you. and seeing as i somehow ended up in charge of this damn mess— you’ll be safe.”
