Elven Warrior

Everything had been forgotten. He can still see someone from time to time but trying to focus on them makes his mind and body hurt. There is this face that haunts his dreams but he will not tell his Master in fear that the mage will harm him for his betrayal. He had been traded away and once more everything was forgotten. His soul now belongs to his master, Danarius. I track the tag lyriumburn - no dash please!

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[lyrium-burned]

thecacklingcrow‌:

“What the Crows have made out of me?” Zevran gave a cruel sneer at the thought and turned his gaze away. That was true though wasn’t it? What the Crows had made him. Not what he made himself He tried that and it hadn’t worked. There was no escaping the Crows. You either ruled or ran forever. “About as easy as it was for the Brothel matron to sell me on the same market stand i imagine. Why?” His gaze is wary upon Fenris. He can’t possibly be here just to catch up.  There’s a reason the elf followed him back to Antiva from his work in Kirkwall.

The words stung slightly but Fenris never let it show. So Zevran was the one buying slaves and encouraging the slavers to keep going. This was all the Crows doing and he knew it. The elf that he had gotten to know would not have done this, would he have? Lips pulled down slightly before lifting a shoulder.

Explaining why wasn’t as easy as he wanted it to be and let out a sigh. “I had hoped it wasn’t you, that the rumors had been wrong. You know I can’t allow this to continue, Zevran. That having you buy these children and take them into the Crows... I won’t let you continue.”

[lyrium-burned]

“I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.”

Fenris was taken back by Hawke’s words but could he be surprised by them? Green eyes stared at the male before slowly nodding. His ally had gone through so much for him and without a second thought he had followed Hawke into battle. If that was not enough then there is only one question. “What do you expect me to sacrifice, Hawke?”

[lyrium-burned]

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It may have sounded like he was wanting something overly ambitious for Fenris and from the people outside he might have been manipulative. But it was true he made sacrifices for Fenris sometimes even bigger ones than were necessary. So when the elf asked him what he had to sacrifice, Archer just looked at him. “You will see.”

There was a hint of worry in his eyes before pushing it aside. ‘You’ll see’ didn’t seem to have a good feeling to him. Fenris nodded and stepped closer to Hawke. “Shall we go now then?” Better to get it over with than to wait and see what waited in store for him. 

[lyrium-burned]

Listening to my boyfriend go over homework with his son is adorable and makes me so happy. Just had to share since they are beating each other with lightsabers in between answers.

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Zevran all but glowers in the alley from under his Crow hood. His gaze is sharp enough they may as well be blades. There’s no mirth or kindness in them. Zevran’s had to do away with such things. “I don’t have luxuries like strong hands around me anymore. What are you doing here? I’d think you of all people would avoid the markets…” The Antivan’s voice borders on a vhement whisper.  A lot of things have happened between the time he left and now. Most of them not good. The elf has far more scars and bitterness to show for it.

Keeping his features blank was difficult with the other so close and scolding him but it was something that came easily enough. Fenris simply stared at the Crow and lowered his own hood to show he was no threat much like a wolf offering his neck to the alpha. All he wanted was to make sure that Zevran knew that he was not a threat or coming here to attack. It was just to see what the male was actually doing thanks to the rumors spreading.

“I would prefer to avoid the markets, especially so close to Tevinter but I had to see the truth with my own eyes. To see what the Crows have made out of the man I knew as Zevran. Was it easy to buy those children?” The question was quiet and he glanced over his shoulder as though he was on edge before lifting the hood again to make sure no one saw the lyrium elf in Antiva.

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“I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.”

Fenris was taken back by Hawke’s words but could he be surprised by them? Green eyes stared at the male before slowly nodding. His ally had gone through so much for him and without a second thought he had followed Hawke into battle. If that was not enough then there is only one question. “What do you expect me to sacrifice, Hawke?”

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The breaking off of things with Fenris had been hard after everything.  But it was safest. The faintest glow of Lyrium caught Zevran’s eye and he turned to see a shade. Fenris was here? There were bandages dusted in rust, dried blood just around the Antivan’s neck. Zevran looks perpetually angry, his sharp gaze more than enough to send the kids scurrying to task climbing into kart once Zev has unlocked the shackles. He sets his lips in a thin line and turns away. He had heard about a rumor here and there that an elf with ‘body vallaslin’ had been wandering Antiva. Now he knew. He gives a dagger to the children and tells them each to stab anyone but him that tries to take them from the cart. Running away will see them sent to the salt mines.  He slaps the cart and it slowly rumble clatters away, The other Crow driving the dracolisks on sets the cart to course and Zevran slips into an alley behind a tapestry rug, hoping to lure Fenris into following. He wants a word with the elf.

Those golden eyes made their way to land on him and Fenris felt the slight twist in his chest before ignoring it. The glow faded now that Zevran was aware and he focused instead on the way the elf appeared. With the amount of anger in the Antivan’s eyes it was as though the elf he had known was gone almost completely. Just like that the male turned away and he allowed his shoulders to fall slightly and slip the hood back over the silver hair. For a moment he watched the kids being shipped off with blades in hands before he moved towards the alley. He wasn’t foolish enough to go all the way in to be at disadvantage however. Instead he stayed at the corner, waiting for the elf to come out. “You have changed.”

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Emotional Manipulation Starters

Trigger warnings apply. Requested by anon. (Disclaimer: not all of these sentences are manipulative in a different context, and some can be used jokingly as well.)

“If you really cared about me, you’d do what I’m asking.” “Don’t you trust me?” “I wish I never met you, honestly.” “You’re the reason I’m upset.” “It’s all your fault.” “I guess you just don’t love me enough.” “You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” “Whatever. It’s not like I care.” “I could just leave, you know.” “Do you like them more than me?” “Who have you been talking to?” “I would do anything to make you happy, I just want you to do the same for me.” “You have to tell me. Not telling me is just as bad as lying.” “It would be so easy for me to find someone else.” “If you loved me, you’d tell me.” “It’s like you don’t even care about me.” “One day I’ll be dead and you’ll regret not being there when I needed it.” “Nobody really cares about me, not even you.” “No one will ever love you the way I do.” “If you leave me, I don’t want to even think about what I’ll do.” “I’ll just tell everyone you were abusing me.” “You have to. You owe me.” “I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.” “I’ll never forgive you.” “No, it’s fine. Just do whatever you want, I guess.” “Am I upset? Why, should I be?” “If you don’t come over tonight, I’m going to hurt myself.” “I never said that. You’re trying to confuse me.” “I think you hate me.” “I would do anything for you, so why wouldn’t you do the same?” “If you don’t do this, it’s because you don’t love me.” “You were there for them, but not me?” “Yes, if you love me, you would change for me.” “I’m wasting my time with you.” “Well, I guess I’m just useless, aren’t I?” “I know you didn’t say it, but you were thinking it.” “You hate me. I know you do.” “You can’t convince me I’m not just a burden to you.”

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How many years had passed since he saw Zevran? They had argued and parted ways but he had heard the rumors. The Antivan Crow that took charge and stealing children to join the cause. Had the elf truly fallen so low? Going into the market with the cloak over his head, he had not expected to see the scene before him. There he was, Zevran, checking over teeth and paying for the children and putting them into a cart.

Stepping out of the shadows, Fenris allowed the gentle glow from the lyrium to shine so Zevran could know he was here. Not that he would be surprised if the elf already knew from word spreading. Still... he wanted him to know that despite the years that passed, he had come to see the cruelty of the crows.

[lyrium-burned]

🏇🏻- Being chased

Slavers were on his heel. Fenris could feel the exhaustion from the run, his body beaten from the attack. Arrows were sticking out of his limbs but it didn’t stop him as he continued to push to the limit. There was nothing he could and he knew it as he nearly slammed into another elf. Green eyes were wide with determination and fear as they met with gold. Could he ask this stranger for help? He wasn’t sure but a loud hiss escaped as another arrow went into the back of his leg. “Fasta vass!”

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thecacklingcrow‌:

Zevran presses himself right to the wall against Fenris, both of them crowded in the narrow alley and hiding. The boxes came down and Zevran peeked through them with wary golden eyes. It’s a genuine chore to keep his breath no louder than a whisper. “On the bright side, if we die here, we don’t die alone. So it’s not so bad… All the same I’d rather die without a collar than be stuck in one again…” He’s trying to look on the bright side but when they’re both bleeding out there might not be one.

A hand gripped tightly over one of the puncture wounds as Fenris tried to keep quiet. “I’d rather die... than return to Tevinter.” It was difficult to speak through the pain but he had been through worse. Lyrium was glowing slightly but he attempted to keep the magic pulsating through him at a limit. If death was to come then so be it, better than being a slave.

Moments passed and it seemed as though they were hidden enough for now but one couldn’t be certain. “Who... who are you runni-ing from?”

[lyrium-burned]

🏇🏻- Being chased

Slavers were on his heel. Fenris could feel the exhaustion from the run, his body beaten from the attack. Arrows were sticking out of his limbs but it didn’t stop him as he continued to push to the limit. There was nothing he could and he knew it as he nearly slammed into another elf. Green eyes were wide with determination and fear as they met with gold. Could he ask this stranger for help? He wasn’t sure but a loud hiss escaped as another arrow went into the back of his leg. “Fasta vass!”

[lyrium-burned]

thecacklingcrow‌:

Zevran was ALSO on the run in much the same condition, two arrows in a thigh and snapped off so he could keep going. A body plows into him, and he takes one quick look at the other, then the people chasing this elf, then the people chasing HIM.  Gold met fierce green and the Antivan decided in that instant to make him ally.“BRASKA! This way! This way! “ He panted and heaved, a hand to his bleeding side. He rush limped along side the other male and pointed down a dark alley. “Here! Hide in the dark, go go go!!” Zevran was in bad shape himself, sweaty, bloody, and covered in no small amount of dust. 

Spotting the elf in a frightening similar situation, Fenris did his best to get up despite the pain in his body and follow after the blood covered male he had run into. His body nearly collapsed and rolled into the alley way in an attempt to hide away from the oncoming slavers. “Kaffas.” He cursed and held onto one of the wounds in attempt to stop the bleeding.

This stranger was currently his only ally and he reached out to pull the male in with him. Once the elf was next to him, Fenris reached out to pull down a few boxes and just like that they were hidden from view. If only for a moment they both seemed to have a moment of peace. With luck, it would remain.

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Zevran hung in a net, caught with branches and leaves and all tied up in a mess. He would have been fine if it hadn’t been a pitfall AND a lift net. He’s caught at such an angle that he’s having a bit of trouble getting to his knives. By the SMELL of the net, it was a long forgotten hunting trap.” BRASKA!!!”

[lyrium-burned]

thecacklingcrow‌:

“I didn’t see it.Well I did and didn’t. I saw the pitfall, but not the net. This net is made to tangle in antlers and hooves. “ There’s and actual groan of relief as the net is lowered to the ground and the pressure taken off of his neck and shoulder. He’s been up there long enough that it hurts to move right away. The muscles are pained and sore from being stuck in that position for so long. “TSSSSS…Ah! Give me a moment…Braska!!” He doesn’t move from under the neck as pain sears through neck and shoulder, for now he’s riding the pain out until it subsides.

Something about this didn’t feel right but Fenris wasn’t sure what. There was still some of his guard up but he did his best to remain calm and collected. As the elf fell to the ground, he kept the blade out just in case and approached. How long had the man been up there for? Green eyes scanned over the tan skinned elf before getting in front so they could meet each other’s gaze.

“What are you doing out here?” This elf was not someone he had seen before so it was better to be careful. Most people here were from Kirkwall or on the way there but even then, it was too late at night for someone to travel alone through the woods.

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Zevran hung in a net, caught with branches and leaves and all tied up in a mess. He would have been fine if it hadn’t been a pitfall AND a lift net. He’s caught at such an angle that he’s having a bit of trouble getting to his knives. By the SMELL of the net, it was a long forgotten hunting trap.” BRASKA!!!”

[lyrium-burned]

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Zevran SIGHS in frustration as he hears a voice below him “No, I’m enjoying the view in a net because I can’t climb for shit. “ The Antivan struggles but he’s flipped entirely upside down, his weight uncomfortably resting all on his right shoulder and neck. It’s almost impossible to move his limbs without becoming more entangled, the net catching on his armor. “There should be a Rope tied to the tree hole the net up. Would you be willing to cut it please and let me down?Mind the pit under the net, there’s no way out.”

There was a slight smirk on his features as the elf spoke to him. Clearly there was no timid nature to the man but it was amusing more than anything. “What got you up there?” Fenris questioned as he walked over towards the rope and pulled out the large blade he carried on his back. “Didn’t see the trap or was it meant for you?” This elf didn’t seem like one of the people Hawke had hunted for one of the many contracts so right now he had no issue with cutting this man down. He lowered him slowly to make sure he didn’t drop the elf down the pit before dropping him onto the ground.

[lyrium-burned]

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🗜- Stuck in a trap 

How had he gotten here? Fenris hissed at the pain shooting up his leg from the claws digging into it. There was a bear trap the slavers had placed and they knew just where it should go to capture him. He was trying to get it open but no success as blood began to pool out of the open wounds and swelling from broken bones.

[lyrium-burned]

🏇🏻- Being chased

Slavers were on his heel. Fenris could feel the exhaustion from the run, his body beaten from the attack. Arrows were sticking out of his limbs but it didn’t stop him as he continued to push to the limit. There was nothing he could and he knew it as he nearly slammed into another elf. Green eyes were wide with determination and fear as they met with gold. Could he ask this stranger for help? He wasn’t sure but a loud hiss escaped as another arrow went into the back of his leg. “Fasta vass!”

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🗜

Zevran hung in a net, caught with branches and leaves and all tied up in a mess. He would have been fine if it hadn’t been a pitfall AND a lift net. He’s caught at such an angle that he’s having a bit of trouble getting to his knives. By the SMELL of the net, it was a long forgotten hunting trap.” BRASKA!!!”

[lyrium-burned]

Walking through the woods for Fenris was the way he enjoyed the end of a night. After running around with Hawke, he was grateful for the time alone with his thoughts and took advantage of it whenever he could. Hearing the struggle however was something far from normal and he followed the sound to spot an elf dangling up in a tree. What happened here? The lyrium elf moved up to get a better look before cocking his head to the side. “Are you stuck?”

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🌷- Alone

🥀- Dying

🤕- Injured/sick

☠️- Dead

🐥- Alive

😈- Possessed

👻- As a ghost

😼- Transformed into an animal/monster

🦋- In a joyful mood

☔️- In a somber mood

☀️- Overheated

☃️- Shivering from the cold

💫- Dazed and dizzy

💦- Crying

🍇- Extremely hungry

🏇🏻- Being chased

🗜- Stuck in a trap

🔮- In a dream

🛌- Bedridden

📖- Reading/studying

🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

🌼- Caring for some plants

⭐️- Stargazing

☄️- In a dangerous situation

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’