perrepatae

Handmaiden, Bodyguard, Assassin Dragon Age Companion OC

[ofrevas-a2-deactivated20241024]

yearning.txt

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[ofrevas-a2-deactivated20241024]

(co-written with @magistersblade)

Alanari: I'd hoped I would find you here.

Sabina: Hmmm, well...it brought back some good memories, you know?

Alanari (grinning): Better than cozying up to dignitaries, anyway.

Sabina: Mm. How is that going, anyways?

Sabina: I mean...you obviously came to hide, so...

Alanari: And I found you to hide with. Interesting how things work, isn't it?

Sabina: I'd suggest we, ah, reenact our last time here, but...well.

Alanari: What's to stop us?

Sabina: Your bodyguard.

Alanari: Oh.

Alanari: Well.

Sabina: B-b-but, ah, did you want to talk about something?

Alanari: I was hoping...that is, I wanted to--

Alanari: Creators.

Sabina: Yeah?

Alanari: I have something. For you.

Sabina: For me?

Alanari: I made it, for you. I mean--

Alanari: In the clans, when we want to marry, we--

Sabina: Marry?

Sabina: Wait, Alana, are you proposing?

Alanari: I suppose I am?

Sabina: Of course.

Alanari: What?

Sabina: That's my answer. Of course I will.

Alanari: Oh. Sabina, emma lath...

Alanari: I should give you this.

Sabina: This- this is beautiful.

Sabina: It's- Lana, I love you.

Alanari: Say it again?

Sabina: I love you.

Alanari: And I love you, but you knew that. I hope.

[magistersblade]

❛ Did you see what I made ? ❜ (Laleala)

“No, my darling. Come show me.” Sabina pats her lap and helps guide Laleala to it, taking her little artistry into her hands and looking it over with a big smile. “Da’len, this is beautiful. Did Taven teach you how to do this? You are going to be a wonderful artist someday!” She wraps her arms around the child and gives a gentle squeeze. “Have you shown amae yet?”

[magistersblade]

❛ I asked him a riddle and it always takes that lout all night to solve riddles. ❜ from essek

“A riddle? Was it the... ah, one about the moorbounder and the chicken and the grain?” Sabina asks, giving a little chuckle to herself, casually folding her arms over her chest. Her mind imagines the scenario, tracing the figures back and forth to solve the puzzle. It always worked better that way for her. “That was one I could figure out. All the fancy word ones...Well, I’m better with daggers than words.” She turns her head to face Essek, offering a little teasing smile. “What did he do to cross you this time, Shadowhand? Step on your fancy robes?”

[magistersblade]

Your lover gave themself over to a dead goddess for power. Does it not bother you to be tied to someone like that?

“My lover did what they had to do. There...weren’t many options, were there?” The whole concept of the Creators and DRAGONS had never made sense to her, born...somewhat Andrastian? Sort of. A pretty accessory to accompany her Magister while she attended the chantry. So that was all she had learned. And then she came south, everything was different and then THIS threw her in the deep end without the chance to swim. “And I am not.. tied to them. I chose them, and they chose me. And I will choose them every time.”

[magistersblade]

[[ hrnnn why am i so tempted to make a muse for Hadestown’s version of Persephone. Or at least heavily inspired by her. I just....Adore her. ]]

[magistersblade]

[ hi i was pretty today ] [ love y’all <3 ]

[lunah-goodbye]

Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life // Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds // Robin McKinley, Deerskin

[fadedancer]

[magistersblade]

fadedancer‌:

“Ah, my pardon. I am aware I should not partake of the hearsay that shrouds this keep like mist most nights, yet I find myself drawn in on occasion, nonetheless.” Graceful in his apology, Fenris slanted a glance her way, something like wariness simmering in the back of his mind that was not yet resolved. There was no reason not to take her at her word, after all.

“But you are correct. I am no mage.” Resting his hands on his knees in an unconscious attempt to communicate his lack of threat, Fenris directed his gaze back out to the sky before them, the familiar vista offering some small amount of comfort in a place that reminded them of the task they faced at every turn. “I was a slave,” he stated matter-of-factly. “And then, a fugitive. Tevinter can be an exceedingly unpleasant place to live for those who do not wield magic. And even for some that do.”

There’s a moment of surprise on her face (but she really shouldn’t be surprised, what else would an elf that wasn’t blessed with magical ability be in Tevinter?), before sympathy settles on to her brow. A well worn sympathy, weighted by experience, rather than imagination. A subtle difference, if Fenris was paying attention. “I suppose so... The Alienage in Antiva was...probably better than that. Do they even have Alienages in Tevinter?” A question she knows the answer to, she was born in one. She shifts idly, clasping at the scrying stone tucked into her tunic as she sits on the raised portion of the battlement. “Where did you go? After you ran away..?” 

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Blue Iris”, Devotions

[womanlives]

“I’VE A QUESTION FOR YOU, DARLING. IT MAY NOT BE A PLEASANT ONE.”

actually, vivienne has several. this latest companion of the inquisitor’s is a veritable pandora’s box: appearing out of skyhold from quite literally nowhere, elegantly deflecting questions about her previous whereabouts behind alienages, possessing quite an extraordinary skill at killing —

not to mention her spot-on knowledge about a certain something. 

vivienne pretends to be fascinated with her nails for several moments before looking up abruptly, straight into sabina’s eyes. she smiles. 

“how is it you know so much about the venatori, my dear? specifically: where to find their hideous, rat-infested nests. your track record is quite impressive; you’ve found caches that even darling scout harding was unaware of. rather odd for someone from … where was it again?” 

her tone is clear: whatever you’re about to tell me, it had better be good.

@magistersblade​

[magistersblade]

“Not pleasant, Madame?” Sabina tries to hide the twitch at the edge of her lips, keeping her expression a firm, polite smile. Especially in the presence of an...Enchanter, was it? She might as well be a Magister to the tevene elf. Powerful with magic, a sharp mind, and probably just as ruthless if what she had heard was true. Orlais was simply Tevinter with a different mask. ...Pun intended. Don’t smirk to yourself, Sabina.

“Oh, I am from-” Which had she told the others? Antiva and Rivain both have equally suspicious motives for infiltrating the Inquisition. Would she rather be thought of as a spy for the Qun, or a...something from Antiva. Sabina didn’t know much about Antiva. “Antiva, serah. And it’s not that I know personally, I just have a friend of a friend that is well connected. And they send letters that I know how to find.” Letters was a stretch. Easily disputed given Sabina’s illiteracy. Hopefully she wouldn’t push that angle. “Lady Nightingale did not seem to have issue with the information...Is something the matter?”

[fadedancer]

[magistersblade]

fadedancer‌:

She didn’t sound entirely enthused by the prospect of his presence, but Fenris took a seat as indicated regardless, his curiosity (and mild suspicion) of the other elf overruling his native desire to keep his own company. 

He’d heard a good deal of her, but who knew what was truth and what a tale around here? Rumors bloomed and faded over the course of a day, a garden that shifted over the Hold like the sun’s shadow, and seemed to hold no particular person sacred save the Inquisitor herself. To a certain degree. Her affairs, of course, were as eagerly discussed as any. Apparently there were limits to the reverence even the Herald of Andraste could demand.

“So. What part of the Imperium do you hail from?” Fenris asked after a few moments of silence, before that absence of speech could become too awkward, his gaze fixed on the stars sprinkled liberally above the battlements.

“I’m...not from the Imperium.” She lies. “You must have misheard maybe. Lots of rumors, easy to get them mixed up. I’m from Antiva.”

She turns her gaze to the stars as well, hoping the bold and blatant lies would at least throw him off her trail. There’s not really harm in knowing she’s from Tevinter, she supposes. As long as her true purpose here remains undisclosed. 

“And you’re from the uh...Tevinter. What’s that like? You’re..not a mage. Or you don’t look like one.” She glances up and down Fenris, but especially towards his stronger build.

[thisyearsgirls]

[magistersblade]

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

[ With A Thousand Sweet Kisses ]

Sabina lets out a soft gasp as Alanari climbs on top of her, pressing their lips to her cheek. She giggles as they straddle her lap, fingers deftly working to the gentle silk strip that holds her robe together, undoing the knot softly. A blush comes over her cheeks as intentions become clear. a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

Alanari moves their kisses more intimately, at the corner of her lips, pushing her back until she’s flat on her back. Her hands move to rest on Alanari’s hips, rubbing thumbs in small circles over the linen tunic, slowly working under and seeking their soft skin. a kiss above the collarbone. 

With her silk robe untied and Alanari slowly working down lower. Sabina’s breath becomes ragged and the blush on her sun kissed cheeks darkens, painted from ear tip to ear tip. She bites her lower lip as Alanari trails lower, kissing at her throat, her pulse, just above her collarbone. Above her breasts, exposed to the cool air of Skyhold. She squirms at the wet marks they leave, breathing in through clenched teeth. 

a kiss on the hipbone. 

She’s trembling now, hand reaching down to tangle in Alana’s hair, grasping and holding tightly, tugging as they reach sensitive flesh at her hips. Sabina whimpers and loosens her grip as they proceed lower. Sabina’s chest rises and falls, lifting her head to look down and watch as their tongue caresses her sex. Just long enough to make eye contact, to watch Sabina’s face contort with pleasure. 

a kiss on the inner thigh. 

Time stops mattering after a while. There’s only the warmth and touch of each other. Rolling and writhing, the sun setting behind them and the room being bathed in starlight and moonlight, but they don’t notice. Sabina is breathless, her arm draped over her forehead. The fire roars in the hearth behind Alanari as they look so pleased, resting their head against Sabina’s thigh. A moment of pause, to recuperate. To drink in the beautiful sight of their lover undone. They place a gentle kiss to their thigh, on top of a forming bruise, and crawl up to curl next to her, cradling Sabina in their arms and pulling a blanket over both of their forms.

[fadedancer]

@magistersblade​  | Short form starters | Accepting

“Are you well? Nightmares are no stranger to me, and I bear no wish to intrude, but you may outlast the moon if you stand up here for much longer.”

[magistersblade]

Sabina jumps at the voice, piercing the silence of the night. Stupid assassin, letting someone creep on you like that, she berates herself as she wheels around and faces the man. Ah. Him. She was acutely aware of the other Vint. Knew it from the accent, if not the reputation. Yet another thorn that could out her secret before it is due. 

“Well enough, Ser... I’ve always been a night owl. You’re ah...welcome to sit. I suppose the company could be nice...”

[ofrevas-a]

@magistersblade is the one to set the marriage certificate receipt on fire in that one meme, I'm not taking criticism ever

[ofrevas-a]