I’ve only publicly shared Scions of Lavellan, so I’ll post five of my favorite passages from Chapters 2-6 (and some related screenshots).
Chapter 2 || A cooling dew had settled upon the grass, and Deshanna paused to relish the way it soothed her aching feet. The balmy sensation encouraged her to linger, and she partook deeply of the evening air, savoring the scents of woodsmoke, earth, and summer verdure. Lilting melodies of unseen birds poured shamelessly into the night, heralding their carnal intentions; frogs and insects frequently joined them, each competing for their lifecycles with an arsenal of symphonic crescendos belted amongst the reeds and stars.
Chapter 3 || He turned from the prisoners to face her directly, his frigid eyes shifting in time with the subtle tension of his jaw. To Cassandra it seemed a facsimile of emotion, a cold flash of anger devoid of any incalescence, like sunlight glinting from a sheet of ice.
Chapter 4 || The mountains seemed steeper on that side, youthful teeth gnawing on a capricious sky. Fir trees rose from white powder mounds, painted, it seemed, haphazardly—the exquisite result of a happy accident, extrapolated and reproduced until it blessed the entire canvas and breathed, capable of calming the most chaotic minds. Small, chilly crystals spiraled through the air, twisting and turning and diving, refracting that hateful light into pleasing patterns which brightened her staggered heart. It seemed poignant somehow, the way they joined tempests as dance partners instead of fated objects, lending their beauty and shape to an otherwise senseless force of nature. It was, to her eyes, an exquisite demonstration of pride within the phlegmatic storms of cause and effect, a lesson for taking to heart.
Chapter 5 || For a while it had been tempting to take the lesson she learned from the snow too far, riding out the tempest with the Inquisition and abstaining from decisions and appearances, incorporating herself as an unthinking symbol, an arrow to be aimed at the breach and nothing more. After all, if she had no conscionable choice but to accept this queasy power, she could at least do so peacefully without all of the doubt and swimming upriver, not to mention the frantic harrowing and re-harrowing of limited information, trying to germinate any sense whatsoever from the razed fields of her mind. Going inert, meanwhile, had sprouted definite appeal, and it took a few days of ruthless carrot-sticking to force open her eyes, to properly look at things. Whether she could actually see them was another matter; she had less control over that, but she would try.
Chapter 6 || A twig snapped and he was gone, leaving the wolves with nothing but an afterimage. He tore the ground, lurching, leaping, leaning into the darkness, nostrils flaring, hooves thudding, eyes glaring in the moonlight, he fled. || The landscape blurred more than usual as he ran, dripped in silvered hues of stormy sea, of foam and clouded skies, of moonlight and dew and halla hides. || He lifted his head, eye following the familiar blur of unruly hair as it rifled in the breeze, wind-tossed and fraying at the seams, wild like a willowbud burst into bloom.
>>> Thank you so much for the tags, @ryanstormarts, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, and @funkypoacher!
The idea is to post 5 works you’ve created that you really love! I’ve been out of tumblr for like 10+ days so I apologize if you’ve already been tagged 😅 I’d love to see your stuff @curiousartemis, @fandomn00blr, @paraparadigm, @kittimau, @sarenkascrawls, @theaiobhan, @thejeeperswife, @inconspicuous-cupcake , @serial-chillr and anyone else who wants to share (I want to see yours, too!)
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