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[silfrfjodrs]

dirthmaharelllan:

“Hmm? I—ah, no.”, he chuckled to himself, “Though I do remember the statue.”

He cracked his neck, readjusting himself in his seat.

“I am fairly certain that you may have noticed that I am a mage,” and he paused, curiously turning his head to look a raven flying past them before continuing to watch the road, “And while I have a small measure of raw magical talent, my interest primarily resides in spirits and the Fade. I travel, finding ruins and old, forgotten places and go to sleep. There are spirits always willing to talk, if not willing to show their stories.”.

He tapped his foot, thinking.

“After hearing that they had been visited by the Hero of Ferelden, I was certain that they had to have had some matter of significance. I was not disappointed.”

– Ah, I see. Do you do that often, search out ruins such as this one? Is there anything in particular you are searching for. – Though it seemed he was about to reply the almost unvoiced question, Tyyne sat back, searching for the flint in her bag to make a fire soon enough.

What he had said had her almost laugh, disbelief shining through before it was obvious he was not at all wanting to bluff.

Tyyne remembered the grief of the other clan, she was not old, but not as young to not remember. The hero heading for the wardens, their brother lost to the demons, she never dared go close anymore. – It could be pain. They mourned, when she left. They mourned when her companion died lost to them. I remember a funeral.

[silfrfjodrs]

dirthmaharelllan:

He hummed. “There is good hunting there, or so I’ve been told.”

He was quiet for a while afterwards, enjoying the sound of horse hooves clipping along the road. 

“There are old magics in those woods,” he said, clearing his throat slightly. “I was pleased to find a Dalish clan in the area several years ago as I was in search of old ruins. They directed me to a crumbling fortress in the heart of the woods, though I daresay that it was more than I expected.”.

Solas chuckled to himself.

“I was told that they were far worse before the Hero of Ferelden cleared them out.”.

A nod at his remark. – Indeed. The woods are quite ripe with wildlife and anything you would need. It has not been yet touched by man. At least not as much.

A tilt of head. 

– I know those ruins. – Tyyne said half in wonder. – The clan that is said to have sorted the Hero of Ferelden was always close nearby our own. If aught else, at most a week away, we traded for their fresher vegetables. They always had more on hand, while we supplied spices and spiced prepared meats. – She shrugged.

– Were you trying to find something in there? ’Sides spiders, I did not see anything of worth. Save for an elvhen statue.

[fereldanpup-blog]

“Sorry about the blood trail. I might have gotten a bad gash.”

Alistair couldn’t believe his eyes. All that blood that he had been following had been hers all along. He was afraid of what might have happened had he not rushed to find the source. He ran up to her immediately and looked her over to see if he could spot it, knowing he had to act fast.

“Don’t you worry, we’ll get this taken care of, okay? Just hang on.”

[silfrfjodrs]

His worry had her touched, stopping, the huntress leaned against a column. – Let’s just get out of here. I have salves and…  – Before she would finish her head felt dazed and sight splattered with white spots. – Damn. Fire. Do you have anything to make fire with? I think I lost my sparkstones somewhere behind. – Holding her side, the elf felt moisture, something she did not even sense from the dull constant pain, sting rather the gash pulsated through; she bled through most of the clothes she had on. – Shit. I wager this is why everyone is adamant about armour.

[silfrfjodrs]

blackwalloftheinquisition:

Blackwall inhaled, his lips tight as he tried to decide how best to answer. “Probably no worse, but it’s no lie either.” He turned to Tyyne, arms folded comfortably across his chest, “It’s never an easy fight, they’re wily and unrelentless, but we’re better. We’re stronger.” He nodded his head knowingly, “You must never believe otherwise.”

He knew all too well what doubts could do on the battlefield. He knew what a single second of hesitation, of wondering whether you’d win could cost and, he was not willing to pay that price. Not again.

– Oh it’s not really of complain, Warden. I was merely curious what to expect. – A shrug came soon after. – It has been a long time since I’ve been with people, ’tis all. – Hearing him talk of the upcoming fight the elf wondered if she woven her words incorrectly that it was not comprehended or the man saw it less important to mention. – I never did, really. Nor did she ever think that she would mind to die for something greater than herself. Joining the Wardens would mean she would have to be a considerable fighter, tactition, mage, whatever the traits they found pleasing for recruits. Tyyne was neither. But aught else was better, than wandering pointless. – I merely hope I won’t hold any of you back.

[silfrfjodrs]

dirthmaharelllan:

He clicked his tongue, picking up the reins as she settled, directing the horses to the path. They seemed pleased enough to be continuing, if at least relieved to be away from the acrid pile of burning bodies.

“Hmm?,” he hummed, returning his attention to his new traveling companion. “Nowhere in particular. A small village far to the north of here with no name, I’m afraid,” he continued, shrugging his shoulders. “A grouping of small farms which banded together for protection. I left when I was young and haven’t been back for…quite some time. I would not be surprised if it no longer stood.“. 

The horses snorted, shaking their heads. He frowned slightly, flicking the reins in his hands.

They quickly left the site of the ambush behind them; the smoke curling in a tall stack behind them. They were making good time. At this pace, and assuming there were no longer any more incidents, they would make it to the map’s marked location in a few days’ time. The farms were likely to be next to or not far off the main road, and Gwaren would be just past that.

“And you?” He asked after a while, completely forgetting to respond with a question.

The huntress nodded at his reply, looking forward while limbs eased within the sweet motionless relief after being stressed as actively for the time of their attack. – Ah. – She said simply, wondering if she had stepped into waters she should not have pressured.

There was a lean back against the cart, axes finally hung in peace by her legs and Tyyne enjoyed just sitting about, mindless, careless for the time.

Silence in between them did not seem a burden, did not feel uncomfortable, there was an unvoiced understanding of their newly found breath. It took some time for the huntress to realise within the years she had spent wandering alone, not all enjoyed the rain of questions, even if they were meant friendly.

– Oh? – The silverette shrugged. – The Dalish do not have a home. Otherwise we usually travelled near the Frostbacks. If winter proved be too harsh, a little more South-East.

[silfrfjodr]

[otwilightprincess-archive-blog]

dragon age starters

[silfrfjodrs]

otwilightprincess:

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞ ❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞ ❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞ ❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞ ❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞ ❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞ ❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞ ❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞ ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞ ❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞ ❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞ ❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞ ❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞ ❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞ ❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ ❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞ ❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ ❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞ ❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞ ❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞ ❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞ ❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞ ❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞ ❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞ ❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞ ❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞ ❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞ ❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞ ❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞ ❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞ ❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞ ❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞ ❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞ ❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞ ❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞ ❝ well, shit. ❞ ❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞ ❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞ ❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞ ❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞ ❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞  ❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞ ❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞ ❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞ ❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞ ❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞ ❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞ ❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞ ❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞ ❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞ ❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞  ❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞ ❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞ ❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞ ❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞ ❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞ ❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞ ❝ did i stutter ? ❞ ❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞ ❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞ ❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞ ❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞ ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞ ❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞ ❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞ ❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞ ❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞ ❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞ ❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞ ❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ ❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞ ❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞ ❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞ ❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞ ❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞ ❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞ ❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞ ❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

[silfrfjodr]

[fredericofserault]

-uses as pillow-

“A-ah, tired from travels? If you wish to lay down, I have just put fresh sheets on the bed…or perhaps you needed something else?”

[silfrfjodrs]

dirthmaharelllan:

He nodded, throwing his pack into the cart. The fire started to catch and burn at the bandits’ clothing, an acrid smoke starting to fill his nostrils. 

“Come,” he said, offering her his hand and gathering the reins, “Let us go. Before the smell sticks to us.”.

The offered hand was taken, the huntress put a leg against the step, though not that high, it was still tall for her and with a sudden hop she was beside the mage. – Aye, let us. – Throwing her own sack behind them, Tyyne leant back against the boarding sighing in relief. When stopped finally did she only notice how tire took over her limbs. – I almost forgot how it was not to straing my legs. – She chirped with a smile looking at him. – Tell me then, if you were inclined, where are you from?

[silfrfjodrs]

ask-the-draconologist-stuff

He was grateful the woman had found him out in the Approach and even more grateful she could handle a weapon. She was nothing short of salvation, protection, and kind enough to keep him around despite his injuries. Even as night fell she didn’t leave, something that left him relieved, but even with the elf around he felt vulnerable. Though they did end up sharing a bed roll he felt like he was over stepping his boundaries by keeping close. It was comforting, however, and put him at enough ease to drift off.

But he awoke with a start, the haze of sleep fading as he realized this wasn’t a dream. Confusion then set in, if only for a moment, as he was hushed and commanded. He didn’t protest her actions nor language, nor did he comply immediately.

There was a pause for breath, hand sliding along the curve of her hip before he rolled his own, easing into her warmth.

Shame would have washed through her, were there any left of propriety within morning’s daze, the neediness, the firmness of her request, demand, order rather, when it came from her lips. And still she laid at the mercy of their hazed minds, of the man’s unquestioning response, delicious, warm and eager.

A sigh left the elf’s lips, while there was a pull on his hips, a roll, a thrust, a direct of hands under her tunic, she controlled him as she would her own limbs, an empty vessel the faceless figure nights of lonelyness and need brought upon her mind, one materialised within this shem of all people.

And Tyyne moved nevertheless, giving into the slick slip of his cock into her, the pressure it pressed against her walls, wanting, needing more, more. - Yes. - It slipped, an urge for him not to stop. - Harder. 

[silfrfjodrs]

dirthmaharelllan:

 The corner of his mouth shook in a slight smirk as he took her hand, grasping it firmly. “I am glad to give you something as such.”. Her laughter at their awkward introduction was charming, at the very least.

The smoldering pile of bodies behind the wall brought back his attention. 

“I daresay that those are nearly done,” he said.

There was an oppose to his grasp, a hold returned in the same means, his smile mirrored along with a shrug. Moments passed while she followed his thought, the smell creeping into her nostrils.

- Ah yes. Nearly. - A quirk of brow with a nod, the thought of being authoritve being nothing short of unnecessary. - But rather their meat well-done.

The huntress got the point, placing what was left of the wood around the bodies, scarf pulled over her nose. Tyyne crouched near it, fingers overrun with electricity, small specks, licks of flame appearing at their tips, while fire formed and slipped onto branches, twigs, forming balls that would crawl and set all ablaze. A sigh came, when she took a step back, though her own unhurting of skin, the one uncontrolled would. Walking back to meet up with her companion her hood was placed back on. 

- We should move. - She said, patting a horse’s snout to calm them. - The smoke is bound to gather some attention eventually.

[bitchy-thessian]

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[silfrfjodrs]

jinxiia:

bitchy-thessian:

Cassandra reads Varric’s new book

I’m going to listen the shit out of this audio. ;)

[silfrfjodrs]

✧･ﾟ:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:･ﾟ✧ lazy morning before breakfast sex.

She had not known touch for a time before. Not known companionship before running into the eeire man left to his devices in the midst of nowhere. And since she was unable to scratch him off or get herself the heart to allow him head alone. He seemed fumble and unable and despite the injuries already being tended to, there were doubts a plenty he’d survive for too long. Gods would be good, at least he was capable to wake her up, would there be any danger while she slept.

Dreams were distant, unmentionable, until they meshed into something heated, torturous, luring with a figure that had no face. More, perfect, almost… She woke up before anything would happen, frustrated, panting, her eyes looked around herself, seeing Frederic sleeping, almost nuzzled against her frame. A scoff came soon after, lovely a job he was doing again. A move of hand against her waist, one that was probably simply from his own dream, and their own heated effects obvious pressed against her —it had her flush and remember her own.

There was some hesitation, thought if it at all would be a wise decision, if there would at all be a response, but then realised. He’s a man. There will be a response. Mask was pushed aside, so were his undergarments while she directed him into her without a further thought. A grunt left her, hearing his wake, before a word was said Tyyne stopped it. - Don’t think of it. Just fuck me.

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[silfrfjodrs]

dirthmaharelllan:

“That works.”.

He hauled the last of his over the wall and turned to the horses who were nickering at each other slightly. He sighed and stepped forwards, raising a hand to slowly meet a velvety nose. The horse seemed cautious for a moment but soon took to him, sniffing at his head. He awkwardly patted its side and moved to the other.

“My name,” he said, “Is Solas.”.

It was honest enough, for now.

The silverette checked their surroundings, gathering some tinder and smallwood to start the fire before the bodies would start burning. A look at her companion had her stare soon after. A laugh came soon enough with her putting down the twigs, heading towards them.

- Tyyne. My name is Tyyne.

The elf leant her hand for a hold. She never realised she had not given a name, nor that he did not either.

- Well, in the most dire case, at least there is a name I’ll be able to shout for.

[totalspiffage]

[silfrfjodrs]

totalspiffage:

Mir Da’len Somniar

Just a little music box + vocal adaptation of the Dalish lullaby from the second World of Thedas book. Download

Elgara vallas, da'len - Sun sets, little one, Melava somniar - Time to dream Mala tara aravas - Your mind journeys, Ara ma'desen melar - But I will hold you here

Iras ma ghilas, da'len - Where will you go, little one Ara ma'nedan ashir - Lost to me in sleep? Dirthara lothlenan'as - Seek truth in a forgotten land Bal emma mala dir - Deep with in your heart

Tel'enfenim, da'len - Never fear, little one, Irassal ma ghilas - Wherever you shall go Ma garas mir renan - Follow my voice Ara ma'athlan vhenas - I will call you home Ara ma'athlan vhenas - I will call you home

[silfrfjodrs]

dirthmaharelllan:

He nodded. “Preferably, I would burn them. However—” and he shrugged apologetically, “—fire isn’t my, ah, strongest suit.”. 

He gestured to the quickly melting wall of ice behind them as he hefted one of the bodies up by the shoulders, quickly wrinkling his nose at the definite smell of death beginning to settle around the corpse. 

“Quickly, then,” he said, heaving the first behind the rocks and going for a second.

Tyyne took it as her a hint and started the carriage to take it out of the way of dragging the corpses to the woods. – Do not worry of it, it is almost an obligatory for me to know fire as well as you seem to handle your magic. – The elf smiled, stopping the horses and getting off of the vehicle soon enough. 

She stopped in surprise, seeing the motion being ready with them and dragging them over. – Well yes, if you’ll do that it would be easier. And then I’ll jsut start the pire when we are done, will that be okay?