Delylah Trevelyan

This is a RP Blog about my OC Inquisitor [ Dragon Age: Inquisition ]

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OOC

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I’m out of hospital and I’m recovering nicely. Sorry to disappear on you like that!

I’m okay, no worries, and I’ve been signed off work for a while, so I’ll be able to get some much needed rest. I hope to return to regular RPing soon. Meanwhile, thank you for your messages and care. You’re such lovely people *^_^*

Take care, dears!

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Oh my god, I had no idea you were in the hospital! Glad to hear you're doing okay, hon!!

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Delylah.

Just because... :)

My braids are always a messy. I don't know paint them right.

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Exhaustion [Delylah] (DA:I)

Delylah went into her chambers, stomping up the stairs and slamming the door behind her. She normally is a very calm and patient person. Very sweet and nice, but there are days that she feels like she’s going to explode. She was exhausted.

That day she arrived from Orlais very early in the morning. It was still dark with only a small sliver of morning sun marking the grey sky. And to have to deal with orlesian nobility wasn’t  — and never will be — an easy task. She never felt comfortable with their games as if she was constantly walking on eggshells. She was not just physically tired but mentally exhausted too.

She tried to sleep, but she woken up after two hours from an incredibly terrifying nightmare. She didn’t try again. Delylah knew that if she sleep, the nightmare would start all over again. It had been like that since the attack on Haven. She just kept tossing and turning in her bed till the dim light of the first sun’s rays shyly entered her chambers.

Then she spent hours in the morning helping several people in Skyhold. It was something she liked to do, but sometimes it could be quite tiring.

At the end of the day, Leliana called a meeting and when it finally finished , she left  the War Room feeling extremely stressed.

Delylah filled some wine in the glass and took a long gulp, draining the day away. She love her work: helping people and fighting for a better world. But that was one of the rare moments when she would like to forget her title and everything else. She would like to have her old life back and just be a normal person.

The girl looked at the pile of papers on her desk and snorted angrily. There was so many things in her head, so many worries…She just wanted a few hours of peace and to forget the problems, even if just for a short time.

Delylah grabbed a book stashed under her pillows and went down the stairs. Hopefully no one would tease her for read a romance novel, but she tried to find a quiet place where she could read without being disturbed. Her bedroom was not a option because, despite the large windows and balconies, she felt suffocated there.

The girl walked outside along the battlements for some time till she found a spot secluded enough for her. She sat cross-legged on the ground tossing her long and thick braid over her shoulder, opened the book  in her lap and began to read.

After a while, however, the little letters started getting mixed and her eyelids began to weigh. She rubbed her eyes to see better, but when this didn’t work she let out a frustrated moan and closed the book.

It had been three days since the last time she actually slept a peaceful sleep. The nightmares were not frequent, but when they came, she barely slept.  Her mind has begun to deteriorate with exhaustion—her body and mind craved to sleep—but she could not because the nightmares would return and she would waken up screaming in the middle of the night.As a result she was stressed and in a bad mood.

Delylah got up and left the book on a barrel next to her. She sat on the edge of the battlements, with her feet dangling in the air as she watched the sun go down. She took a deep breath, savoring the feel of the cold air in her lungs.

It was such a beautiful sunset, crimson and purple and quiet. Her eyelids started to weigh a ton and the more she struggled to keep them open, the more she had to shake herself to stay awake.

“Oh, for Andraste’s sake.”, Delylah muttered under her breath.

So she yawned and gave in. She leaned the side of her head against the wall.

“Just for a few minutes,” Then she close her eyes.

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Commander Cullen had remained in the War Room with Leliana after the evening’s meeting. Information gathered by the Spymaster’s people was alarming; the Emprise du Lion was overrun with Red Templars, and the townsfolk were being systematically abducted. That, along with Darkspawn activity on the Storm Coast and cultists infiltrating the Fereldan court, meant that the Inquisition had their hands full.

New recruits were joining every day, but the bulk of Cullen’s forces were still raw, poorly equipped, and in need of training. He had his best Corporals in the field, each leading their own small company. His finest officer - and friend - Captain Rylen was in the middle of maker-knew-where out by the Western Approach, dealing with Venatori, wild beasts, Darkspawn, and mercenaries. The problems were unending.

It was late when Cullen finished conferring with Leliana on troop placements, using the insight she had obtained. The commander was restless from being holed up in one room for so long and itched to see the open sky. And so he took a leisurely walk across the ramparts to stretch his legs and do some thinking.

In the gloom of the evening, he almost did not see the figure slumped over the wall by the south-west tower. It was certainly no guard - they knew better than to doze off on their shift. Puzzled, Cullen moved down the stone steps towards the sleeping person. He passed a book that had been left on a barrel and noticed with some amusement that it was a romantic novel. His smile grew when he realised that the slumbering stranger - and likely the owner of the novel - was the Inquisitor herself.

Reaching her side, Cullen came to lean on the wall overlooking the courtyard. He would not have wakened her had it not been for the fact that she was in the night air, exposed to both cold and possibly public embarrassment.

Quietly, he murmured: “Inquisitor…”

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"Hmm …" Delylah heard someone call her. But she was so sleepy that she just couldn´t open her eyes immediately.

Slowly she woke up and turned her head to find the owner of that voice.

"Commander?" the girl frowned, confused.

Sighing, she rubbed her tired eyes trying to ward off sleep."Wha--" Delylah jumped slightly when she saw that the night had already blanketed the skies. It was enough to wake her fully. She had closed her eyes for a few minutes, but the minutes turned into hours and the time went by and she didn´t noticed.

She turned to get up, but the movement was too fast and she fell back sitting again. “Shit!” she swears under her breath.

"This is so embarrassing." she huffed. ''This shouldn´t have happened.''

Delylah turned her head to look at Cullen and, feeling the heat creeping up her cheeks, she was glad it was dark and he couldn't see the blush on her face.

"I--I closed my eyes for a few minutes, but I guess I´m more tired than I thought.”

"I promised the healer I would look for Elfroot. The stock is running out and there is still injured people from the attack in Haven. Now it's too late, too dark, too cold and too dangerous," she mumbled upset.

She paused and gave a long sadly sigh before her shoulders slump, as if she was carrying the weight of the world on them. For a few seconds Delylah seemed lost in thoughts and ignoring Cullen´s presence completely. The cold wind played with the loose strands from her braid while she just kept staring at the floor.

She has to calm down. She could not help that way, she could not fight that way. She needed a good night's sleep. Perhaps Solas could have some potion that could help her. If it wasn´t possible to cure the guilt that was slowly eating her inside like a poison, at least physically she would be better.

Then she suddenly got up and turned to Cullen, but without meet his eyes. Delylah wrapping her arms tighter around herself, as if she were keeping her insides from spilling across the floor.  She tries not to show anything in front of the commander, but it was almost impossible to hide her tired and anguished expression. The girl opened her mouth, as if to say something, but gave up.

She cleared her throat and said, “Do you need something, commander? Otherwise I'm going to my chambers before I end up embarrassing myself even more.”

Delylah knew she was maybe being just a little abrupt – a little rude – and she was not like that, but she couldn't help herself.

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 OOC:

redlionrutherford

I decided to make the clothes that Delylah is wearing right now in Skyhold. =) The buttons are not perfect because I was too lazy. =P

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Tagged by: redlionrutherford

Time and Date: 1:47 [UTC/GMT -3] 02/08/2015 Average Hours Of Sleep: 6-7 Birthday: October Gender: Female Sexuality: Het Height: 1.67 m or 1.68m (5' 6") i don't know...i forgot. :P Favorite color: Black (but some people say it is not a color, so the second option would be blue.) One Place That Makes Me Happy: My room How Many Blankets Do You Sleep Under: One What Are You Wearing Right Now: Pink Pajama =D Favorite Beverage: Soda Lemonade Favorite Food: I have more than one, but I'll choose Coca-Cola Cake. (which is actually a chocolate cake) Last Movie You Watched: The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies Dream Vacation: More than one answer again. Scotland, Greece, Italy, etc etc Sadly i´m afraid of fly. Dream Wedding: Maybe one day, I hope. Dream Pet: More than one answer again. LOL ok, a Tiger. Dream Job: Movie Actress =D Tag 11 People You Want To Get To Know: I can´t. I know only a few (very few) people here on tumblr. :P

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Exhaustion [Delylah] (DA:I)

Delylah went into her chambers, stomping up the stairs and slamming the door behind her. She normally is a very calm and patient person. Very sweet and nice, but there are days that she feels like she's going to explode. She was exhausted.

That day she arrived from Orlais very early in the morning. It was still dark with only a small sliver of morning sun marking the grey sky. And to have to deal with orlesian nobility wasn't  — and never will be — an easy task. She never felt comfortable with their games as if she was constantly walking on eggshells. She was not just physically tired but mentally exhausted too.

She tried to sleep, but she woken up after two hours from an incredibly terrifying nightmare. She didn't try again. Delylah knew that if she sleep, the nightmare would start all over again. It had been like that since the attack on Haven. She just kept tossing and turning in her bed till the dim light of the first sun's rays shyly entered her chambers.

Then she spent hours in the morning helping several people in Skyhold. It was something she liked to do, but sometimes it could be quite tiring.

At the end of the day, Leliana called a meeting and when it finally finished , she left  the War Room feeling extremely stressed.

Delylah filled some wine in the glass and took a long gulp, draining the day away. She love her work: helping people and fighting for a better world. But that was one of the rare moments when she would like to forget her title and everything else. She would like to have her old life back and just be a normal person.

The girl looked at the pile of papers on her desk and snorted angrily. There was so many things in her head, so many worries...She just wanted a few hours of peace and to forget the problems, even if just for a short time.

Delylah grabbed a book stashed under her pillows and went down the stairs. Hopefully no one would tease her for read a romance novel, but she tried to find a quiet place where she could read without being disturbed. Her bedroom was not a option because, despite the large windows and balconies, she felt suffocated there.

The girl walked outside along the battlements for some time till she found a spot secluded enough for her. She sat cross-legged on the ground tossing her long and thick braid over her shoulder, opened the book  in her lap and began to read.

After a while, however, the little letters started getting mixed and her eyelids began to weigh. She rubbed her eyes to see better, but when this didn't work she let out a frustrated moan and closed the book.

It had been three days since the last time she actually slept a peaceful sleep. The nightmares were not frequent, but when they came, she barely slept.  Her mind has begun to deteriorate with exhaustion—her body and mind craved to sleep—but she could not because the nightmares would return and she would waken up screaming in the middle of the night.As a result she was stressed and in a bad mood.

Delylah got up and left the book on a barrel next to her. She sat on the edge of the battlements, with her feet dangling in the air as she watched the sun go down. She took a deep breath, savoring the feel of the cold air in her lungs.

It was such a beautiful sunset, crimson and purple and quiet. Her eyelids started to weigh a ton and the more she struggled to keep them open, the more she had to shake herself to stay awake.

"Oh, for Andraste’s sake.", Delylah muttered under her breath.

So she yawned and gave in. She leaned the side of her head against the wall.

"Just for a few minutes," Then she close her eyes.

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