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     Fingers brushed against his, and Reva’s gaze turned toward them. Taking Gil’s hand in his own, he brought it up between the two of them. Thumb traced along veins barely visible and gently over knuckles before turning it over, tracing the lines on his palm - seemingly idly - as a smile crept onto his face.

                    “You’ve got the wrong impression of me, then.” he hummed, releasing the hand and turning his attention back to the other elf’s face, the smile still tugging on the edges of his mouth.

     He was having far too much fun with this.

[formertranquil-blog]

“I have?” Gil clutched his own hand now; his skin felt warm where Reva had touched him. He was starting to feel warm all over, now that he thought about it. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so excited about being wrong. Romance had been something denied to him for so long, but now... And with someone like the Inquisitor? It almost didn’t feel real.

But here they were, so close that Reva could probably feel the warmth radiating off of his flushed face. And he was smiling; Reva smiling at him! Gil’s heart was beating faster than ever now, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh, or cry, or grab Reva by the front of his shirt and give him a kiss that would set his mind reeling!

There might have been a time where he could have been capable of such a bold move, but now, all he could muster was another half-step closer. “Then, um... What do you think of me, Ser?”

[stormbriinger]

[My Macbook isn’t even turning on. I’m using my sister’s old laptop for tonight, but I doubt I’ll get anything done. I’m really upset.]

[oruvun-blog]

     Hands rested idly before him, fingers laced together as he listened to Gil. A small laugh escaped Reva at just how excitable he got. He supposed it should have been expected. He hardly knew much of Gil’s past, but the Circle couldn’t have been nearly as interesting as life in the outside world.

     Standing fully once Gil had finished, he closed the space between them in only a few steps. He held back his hands for the moment. Reva had made his move… It was Gil’s turn now.

                    “I thought my intentions were entirely clear, da’lath’in…”

[formertranquil-blog]

Gil swallowed. Oh Maker, this was actually happening... 

It was happening, right? He had told himself that this was just a ridiculous fantasy for so long; now that Reva was standing in front of him, it was still hard to believe it. Why him, of all people? Reva was the Inquisitor; he could have his pick of almost anyone, if he really wanted to.  

“W-well, a kiss can mean a lot of different things...” He said, trying to smile. Smiles were attractive, weren’t they? He reached forward, gently brushing his fingers across Reva’s; perhaps not the boldest move in the history of romance, but it still made Gil’s heart leap into the back of his throat. Intimacy - both physical and emotional - was a luxury he had gone so long without, even wading in felt a little overwhelming, like he might drown at any second. “I’m afraid I might be misinterpreting. F-forgive me for being so blunt, Inquisitor, but I was under the impression that you did not care for me very much.”

[oruvun-blog]

     Reva sighed, a soft smile spreading across his features. He knew that would come back to bit him eventually. By eventually… He’d honestly expected the younger mage to show up sooner.

     He stood, rolling his shoulders and cracking knuckles as he rounded his desk, leaning back on the front corner. Significantly more casual than his spot behind the desk. 

                    “Yes… About that. I was honestly wondering if you’d bring it up. I do apologize if I was too forward…”

[formertranquil-blog]

“No, it was great!” Great, that didn’t sound desperate at all. He could feel his ears growing redder and redder by the second, but he also couldn’t stop smiling. Reva didn’t seem upset... Maybe Reva really had wanted to kiss him?

Maybe Reva would want to kiss him again.

Gil cleared his throat again. “I mean, there’s no need to apologize. I’m just... confused, I guess. About your intentions.”

[oruvun-blog]

    Reva had felt quite accomplished after that kiss. Like it had achieved something. Worked out some problem for him… Even if it had made a whole slew of problems for Gillespie, imagined or otherwise.

     So he’d gone on with his day. The usual hordes of nobles to meet with, alliances to discuss, agreements to be made, and of course the mountain of paperwork waiting to be signed on his desk when he arrived that evening. 

     It was routine at this point. Spend the day being social with all the guests and putting on a good face, then Reva would slouch back to his room and settle at his desk for hours and chip away at the heap.

     Though the interruption was - for once - gladly accepted when Reva heard the soft knock at his door, he was a bit surprised by the one knocking. A somewhat nervous sigh escaped him. He really should have expected this. He did not, however, rise from his chair. Instead his quill was set aside and he leaned back with something of a groan. 

     He’d been hunched over those papers for longer than he thought.

                    “Of course, Gil… I could use a break from signing papers.”

[formertranquil-blog]

“That’s great!” Gil was grinning from ear to ear as he shut the door behind him. At least Reva didn’t seem unhappy to see him. That was a good start, especially considering how long he had gone assuming the Inquisitor didn’t care for him at all. 

He cleared his throat; he needed to be more serious. This was very serious. It wasn’t like in one of his silly daydreams, where Reva would sweep him off his feet, push his hair back gently before kissing him again-

... Best not to think about that until after their little talk. 

 “Er, I mean, I think the two of us need to talk. About what happened earlier.”

[formertranquil-blog]

@dahlon-lavellan​, continuing from here

“Oh, um. I’ve been camping here for a while now.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but not the full truth either. Gil had no idea how long he had been asleep in that bush; after being snapped from Tranquility by that Venatori ritual, and then running for Maker knows how long from those Venatori... He was so exhausted, he had simply curled up in the safest looking place he could find and immediately passed out.

“Ah, my name...” Oh, where was the harm in it? Technically, he wasn’t even an apostate (or were all mages apostates? He wasn’t quite sure how that was going to work. now...), and they were so far from Kirkwall, there was no way this man would recognize him. “I’m Gillespie.”

[formertranquil-blog]

He quietly approached the bushes, staff in hand, fire blooming at his fingertips. Why anyone would be attempting to sneak up on him, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to take any chances. Wait a minute was that.... snoring?? He reached forward, pulling apart the branches of the shrubbery to reveal a snoring human. figures. ".... O-Oi! Get up, you! Now I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure bushes are not adequate protection from bears, or wolves or... Even caterpillars for that matter."

“Mmmm...” Despite the fact that it had been almost ten years since Gillespie had experienced that soft, sleepy sensation between dreaming and waking up, it still felt as natural and peaceful as waking up-

Until he realized he was being ordered to get up. He shot up without thinking, scratching his face on several branches on his way. Those were going to stink later, but at the moment, he was more concerned about bears...

“Y-yes, I’m awake!” He tried not to flinch in the sunlight; it must have been at least twenty-four hours since he’d curled up in that bush to rest his eyes... But this stranger didn’t need to know that. “Nothing out of the ordinary here, just doing a bit of camping!”

[formertranquil-blog]

for @oruvun, continued from that ask I can’t find

That kiss had left Gillespie’s head spinning. Even hours later, as he wandered the grounds aimlessly, he felt dizzy. He’d been kissed before - back in Kirkwall, before Tranquility had numbed him to notions of love and romance - but that was different. He had been expecting it. It had been very... formal. All arranged and discussed beforehand. Sure, maybe he had secretly been hoping that something like this would happen, but not expecting- It was just a fantasy, nothing more.

And yet...

He knew it wouldn’t stop until he confronted Reva about it, but it still took him the rest of the day to work up the gumption to do it. The sun was setting by the time he approached Reva’s quarters, not sure if he should be anxious or relieved when he found the door slightly ajar. He knocked, three times, before poking his head inside.

“Um... Can I come in?”

[stormbriinger]

(Semi) Hiatus Until 3/15

[The biggest con of the year for me is coming up, and I have a lot of cosplay work to get done, so I probably won’t be posting much between now and then.]

[attolirene-deactivated20160522]

OC Codex Prompts

I’ll be honest, I’m mostly writing this because I’m trying to come up with codex entries for my ocs and this gives me a good way to think about what kinds there are.  but hey, reblog, ask for a number and an OC?  or add your own.  whatever floats your boat.  written with Dragon Age OCs in mind.

an overheard conversation about your OC

a letter written by your OC’s family member

a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor

a letter from your OC to their love interest

letters between two of your OC’s companions about them

someone describing a time your OC helped them

someone describing a time your OC hurt them

your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

a future historian’s account of your OC’s actions

a description of your OC by someone who hates them

your OC’s description of their game’s events

your OC overheard while drunk

transcript of an interview with your OC

your OC talking about your favorite quest

a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

a conversation between your OC and their best friend

a description of your OC’s family by a future historian

[yolkinthejump]

this random npc in haven is my favorite character tbh

[dragonroleplaystarters]

Affection Starters!

“Your hair is so soft…” 

“It’s too cold! Get back here…” 

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” 

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!” 

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working!” 

“Surprise tickle attack!” 

“Share your jacket, I forgot mine.” 

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” 

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 

“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.” 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

“Ssh, you’re safe. I wont let go of you.” 

“What, does that feel good?” 

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” 

[formertranquil-blog]

"Here, have my jacket"

“Thank you!” The feathery lump was a lot heavier than Gil was expecting, and still toasty warm from the other mage’s body heat. The feathers made him feel so much bigger, like a real bird puffing out its feathers. He tugged the coat tightly around him; oversized, cozy, and perfect. “Oh, but won’t you be cold without it?”

[wnq-writers]

If a person dies inside, and no one notices, are they really dead?

classiccupofchai  (via wnq-writers)

@not-your-first

[formertranquil-blog]

"Just think warm thoughts"

“Warm thoughts, warm thoughts, warm thoughts...” He repeated the words a few times, hoping they’d spark... something. It was hard to remember ever being warm; the Circle in Kirkwall was always cold, and for years he didn’t - couldn’t - care. The Hinterlands were cold. Haven was cold. This never-ending hike to... wherever it was they were headed in the mountains was cold. 

“What are your warm thoughts, Serah?”

[formertranquil-blog]

Cold Starters

"Here, have my jacket"

"Do we have any more blankets?"

"I think I/you have frostbite"

"You're shivering"

"It's not that cold"

"Let's get a fire going"

"Just think warm thoughts"

"We're snowed in"

"Do you want to build a snowman?"

"Your lips are turning blue"

"I can't feel my feet"

"Make sure you bring a jacket"

"I'm so cold, I can't stop shivering"

[oruvun-archived-blog]

“You could just take my attempt at an apology.” He huffed, about ready to give up on this. Apologizing wasn’t really his thing. The other elf’s attempts at just brushing it off weren’t helping. “It’s a rare opportunity, y’know. Anyone else will tell you that. Getting the Inquisitor to apologize n’ all that.”

[formertranquil-blog]

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.” One thing he missed about Tranquility was the knack for knowing what to say; or at least, the apathy that kept him from caring about saying the right thing. Now, it felt like he was constantly putting his foot in his mouth. Especially in front of the Inquisitor. “Trust me, I understand how lucky I am! I’m sure you have better things to do- I just. I suppose I’m just not used to it, Ser. But I... thank you.”