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"Mon Dieu, you call that silk?" he turns his nose up, "Shoddy."

“Do you know what I find to be adorable? That you wish to slander my attire, which happens to be IN season, when you yourself are wearing ill-fitting clothing from a season ago. If you wish to tarnish my reputation, do try a bit harder next time, enfant gâté.”

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A throaty chortle rumbles in his chest, “Please. This is next season. I have connections with designers only YOU could dream of. What you are wearing is tawdry-- though, I do applaud your embellishments, slightly. When you require a hand-me-down in a few months when this is the thing to wear, don’t be afraid to simply ask. There is no shame...you already look like a beggar.”

#willbeshot #they're going to be bff's look

uthabelas replied to your post:your cute little drawings almost make me feel bad...

IT WAS THAT ONE TIME!!!!!!!!!

you took away a child's father i hope you are proud

#uthabelas #ORLESIAN TEARS

your cute little drawings almost make me feel bad for executing your papa that one time

...you killed mon papa?!

PREPARE TO PAY

#HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I #A M #H EA RT B RO KE N #MY SON WEEPS #uthabelas

sulahnnan

Her eyes flittered, silence in the darkness; alert despite the thick blanket of night that settled over them, though her gaze found him again, and an unseen brow quirked in mild curiosity as he moved. She blinked once, watching the events unfold without drawing attention to herself, and only when she found it necessary did she speak up to inquire after him:

“You are very well aware that I can see what you’re doing.” Her tone was flat, almost unimpressed. If sinking a blade through her chest was his beginning from the start, he’d have to try harder than that, though the rational part of her mind kept her from jumping to conclusions.

“Put your dagger away, there’s no need for it.”

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The eyes began talking.

“ You-- ”

Of the many scenarios he was beginning to conjure up, this was not one of them. He had not spent much, if any time with elves, certainly not in quarters such as this so it hadn’t been expected that such a sight would greet him. The dagger returned to it’s home and a light ripple of laughter caught nervously in his throat. This had turned into quite the awkward situation.

“ Forgive me. I did not expect to... did you do that on purpose? ”

#sulahnnan #( YEAH ELL DID YOU MAKE YOUR EYES LIGHT UP FOR LAFFS HMMMMMM )#( walter dont be brain dead )

uthabelas replied to your post:j’adore mon papa il est c’est cool! @delaguerre

I’VE MISSED YOU TWO

curls around you

#uthabelas #THE ROYAL BITCHES RETURN!

j’adore mon papa il est c’est cool!

@delaguerre

#dad i have drawn you a picture

sulahnnan

There was a rustling that drew her attention– the rousing of a newly-acquired agent. One of many, and more to come as the Inquisition continued to grow. Still, her goals in Denerim had fallen flat, though she was not returning back to Skyhold empty-handed.

It was no surprise that Ellana had not acquired a wink of sleep, though he knew not of her habits. The crackling of the fire had long-since died and she had yet to rekindle it due to the hazard it provided. It left them open and vulnerable, and they had no need for it anymore. But as he stirred, she remained vigilant, crouching on the opposite side of the pit of cooling embers, reflective irises glowing a vibrant green in the low light.

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The luxury of a fine bed was one very missed, thick quilt and plush down oh he could only dream now. It would all be worth it in the end, it had to be. Failure was not an option he was allowed. The ‘future of Orlais’ was in his hands. Rolling up onto his elbows he quietly surveyed the campfire, nothing but flaked embers, the source of his chill identified.

“ Merde. ”

What caught his eye next however-- instinctively he reached down the neck of his boot to grip a hidden dagger. Through darkness he made out only one thing: a pair of glowing eyes which could have belonged to any creature. He gripped the weapon and stared into the shining orbs. Silent. Waiting.

#sulahnnan #tbt #pre-inquisition joining*#THE FUCK UR EYES

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Shadow of night had shrouded them hidden in the leafy clearing of a wooded area, he slumbered untroubled, days journey exhausting his bones. It was only when an unwelcome chill breathed over his body that his sleep was tainted and discomfort ensued. He roused with a huff--

“ Ugh, I miss my quilt. ”

#sulahnnan #tbt #pre-inquisition joining*#ELLANA BE MY QUILT? NO? damn.

sulahnnan

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“I’m sorry,” she breathed wordlessly, uncertain of what else to say when he arrived. She’d been waiting hours for him to return, but in retrospect he’d been waiting months–years, even. She no longer knew how much time had passed, but one could only wait so long. She wouldn’t have blamed him if the home he built was left abandoned or sold off to another noble house, but that did not calm the gripping feeling that squeezed the beating organ within her chest.

“I’m so sorry.” she repeated a second time, shifted to conceal the clunky, prosthetic arm behind her. There were so many things she wished to say but was incapable of doing so. He didn’t deserve this.

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To hear her voice again was like a crisp breath of fresh air off the Storm Coast yet instead of a steady breeze it blew like a hurricane and everything around him crashed down. Of all the things to happen today... of all the voices to hear hers wasn’t one he expected as he returned home from Verchiel. A response stuck in his throat, deep brown eyes staring at her in disbelief as if she were a mirage ready to vanish. The combined beating of their hearts should have been deafening amidst the silence that hung between her apologies.

Nearly two years. Two years of honoring his new position of Grand Duke, appeasing the court and playing Prince-- he’d been grateful all this time for the mask he wore on his face, allowing the duality of a life he lived for the people and the life of a man who waited and yearned for his love to come home. Cracks had shown and now he felt it shatter and fall at the sight of her back where they’d started to carve out a life.

“Ellana...” he breathed, “Vous êtes venu à la maison.” he cupped warm hands around her face, position held for a second or more before his restraint gave out and he pulled her into an embrace he’d been craving since the moment she left.

#sulahnnan #( post inquisition )#( I'M SO UPSET! )

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Gently tucks a flower behind her ear.

✗ || SHE JUMPS SLIGHTLY at the sudden touch at her ear( oh so sensitive they were to touch & the temperature ) & she reflexively moves her hands to protect them— only to find that of such a simple gift in the form of a flower tucked carefully behind her ear. Confused for a mere moment she looks to Walter & silently questions the motive, only find a grin flash across her features.

＂I’m gonna press this later into a book! That way I can keep it— you hardly give anyone flowers, much less gifts that aren’t sugar. It’s worth keepin’.＂

#places a pretty flower on u because ur a pretty #save

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She says nothing--- merely sitting next to him, head instantly resting on his shoulder. A huffy sigh of relief leaves her & she shuts her eyes. Walter won't be going anywhere anytime soon it seems, so long as Cenah plans to pass out in this very spot.

Shuffling slightly to make sure he was comfortable to remain in this prolonged position he smiles at her, though with hereyes fluttering shut she may not have seen. Reaching around he places an arm around her, hand gently carding through herhair, rose locks falling softly through his fingers as he soothed.

“Busy day, mon petite rouge?”

#YELLS AND BUMPS THIS BACK UP BC CENAH MISSES ME #*struts and preens*#come on little bird want me to tell u a story and get some cookies brought to us?#( hi mishii I'm shameless )

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#OUT #merci

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Do not GRIEVE for me, Maker of All. Though all others may FORGET You, Your name is ETCHED into my every step.

I will not FORSAKE You,

Even if I FORGET myself

#promo!!!!!

How to care for: Be there for him, know when you have to climb up a tree or a roof to get him down or catch him if he's being stubborn. Listen to him when he talks of his lessons or make the time to spend time with him. Treat him like he is your own blood because family is everything and he needs people to support him. Love him endlessly and give him all the attention he needs, and even more than that because he loves the attention.