skyheld. independent, selective dragon age multimuse. lovingly tended by ciri (she/her, 30+). established in the olden days & revamped may 2024, under reconstruction now and probably forever. veilguard spoilers no longer tagged. dash meme? |
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muses.
ameridan | a minor canon character from Dragon Age: Inquisition, the Jaws of Hakkon DLC | non-binary, using gender-neutral terms but he/him pronouns | TW: animal death present in backstory; veilguard verse contains heavy mentions of death (of old age specifically) | verses for dragon age and baldur's gate.
halliserre | a canon-divergent inquisitor from Dragon Age: Inquisition | non-binary, she/they.
merrill | a canon character from Dragon Age: Origins and II | cis female, she/her pronouns | TW: blood magic | verses for dragon age and baldur's gate (tba).
remembrance | the spirit of the nadas dirthalen from Dragon Age: The Veilguard | nonbinary, they/it pronouns.
shianni | a minor canon character from Dragon Age: Origins | cis female, she/her pronouns | TW: slavery and (fantasy)racial oppression. Shianni is a rape survivor, which is mentioned/alluded to in her biography.
secret/plotting only muses.
anaris | the forgotten one | ??male, he/him.
hakkon wintersbreath | avvar god of war and winter | ??male, he/him.
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i managed to whip the end of my braid into my tomato soup and then get tomato soup on a cushion and when i took the cushion cover off the inner pillow had disintegrated into horrible polyester flakes and dust that are now all over my skin and hair and in my lungs probably
and this is what i get for having hair down to my butt
Faust pulls back like they were burned the moment Rem raises their voice. It sounds so much clearer than she's used to by now. So real! It would be exciting again if they didn't sound so distressed. Faust clamps a hand over their mouth and takes a few steps back, nearly tripping over another grave.
"Sorry. Sorry, no more, I swear, I'm sorry," she says, likely too quiet and muffled by her own hand to be heard properly. That's probably for the best.
Her other hand draws a sigil in the air ( comfort, care ), a soothing little habit of her own that she's not sure translates the same to others - but the gesture is made before she can consider that, and she stops herself from asking Remembrance about it by keeping her hand firmly in place.
When they sit - fall, more like, - Faust mirrors the posture, but keeps his hands and thoughts to themselves. Sure. Here works too. They can sit here. Yeah. For sure.
Their terror is evident and all the more concerning when they seem to think they're already at the end of their short life. This is a good time to share a thought, right? As long as it isn't another question? That seems fair, right? And it seems very important for Remembrance to know that -
"You're not dying!" they unclamp their mouth to blurt that out, and then immediately cover it again just in case. And then repeat the motion to add quietly, "You're not dying, Rem. You're just freaked out. Scared. Makes it hard to breathe sometimes, but it'll pass."
Mouth covered again - both hands this time! -, Faust draws his knees to his chest and curses himself for having so much practice in being a nuisance to his dear friend that he's got much less experience in being a comfort, proportionally.
When they said stop talking what they really meant was stop asking questions (and then refuse to wait for an answerâthey don't need Faust to be perfectly silent, but it's probably just as well that she is. It gives them space to think, even if their thoughts right now are just spinning in a panicked circle. They miss the orderly structures that the crystal made. This never happened in the crystal. They didn't have a body but they also didn't die which now that they think about it was actually really nice.
They don't really notice the sigil, too preoccupied with everything elseâand they've seen Faust drawn sigils before, it's nothing newâbut they do notice him sitting down in front of them. They wish he could have moved closer. It doesn't occur to ask him to hug them, they are too panicked to be anything but sad about that. But Faust is there and it matters.
You're just freaked out. Scared. Makes it hard to breathe sometimes, but it'll pass. That triggers a memory (most things do, for a spirit of Remembrance): they've seen this happen to other people with bodies, that they body panics and thinks it's dying even when it's not. They've seen this, the shallow breaths, the terror, and it never led to anyone dying. It lasts for a while, shorter if someone is around to soothe and comfort, and then it passes.
They force their lungs to take a deeper breath. When they peek an eye open to look at Faust, they see him covering his mouth with both hands, and though the terror is still huge inside their chest there's a twitch of their mouth, almost a smile.
"Y-you look like. Like if an idiot had a child with a fool", they say, teeth clattering slightly. It was Nenaris' favourite insult. The delivery is somewhat lessened by Remembrance's current state, but it still holds. "You can t-talk if you want, j-just. Don't. Don't ask anything."
Vora does not thank her. âHold him still.â She nods toward the elf beneath her hands, whose trembling has worsened as she digs through the supplies beside her. There is no gentleness in the command, no comforting words offered to the injured man, only the firm press of her palm against his shoulder.
âYou move, I stitch crooked,â she tells him plainly. âI stitch crooked, you limp for the rest of your life.â Her words are blunt, almost harsh, but the man stops moving.
She completes the rest of her stitch in silence until it's nearly done. Only then does Vora glance briefly toward Merrill. âA little bit of healing?â Vora echoes quietly, not quite a question, briefly studying Merrill's face. There is something strange about this woman, the way she looks as if she should have been swallowed whole by Kirkwall years ago and somehow has not been. Her eyes narrow slightly, but she does not press, turning back to her work. "Good."
She ties off the stitch and reaches for the next cloth. âYour herbs will be needed. Later.â Then she grabs Merrillâs wristânot harshly, but without warningâand turns her palm upward, inspecting her hands. âSteady enough.â As she releases her, she moves to point at the far wall. âThere. The boy by the wall. The wound on his leg is bleeding too quickly. Pressure first. Clean it. Pack it with the elfroot paste on the adjacent cart."
Vora turns back to her own patient. âAnd do not waste poultices on the ones who are speaking clearly until after you have time to retrieve your herbs. The loud ones are frightened. The quiet ones are dying. If someone stops answering you, you call me.â
The others' harsh tone doesn't bother Merrill, or at least it doesn't bother her in any way she isn't intimately familiar with. Marethari did not coat her words in anything sweet. Not out of cruelty, but out of pragmatism; a Keeper has to be direct in her communication with her clan. The ache in Merrill's chest is her own weakness, that childish yearning for excessive approval, and it's the same now.
This she can do, at least. She finds a position that lets her press her body weight down onto the wounded elf, using her entire lower arms rather than just her hands for leverage, without getting in Vora's way. She presses firmly, careful not to cause injury. A bruise is better than a torn-open wound, but if she can help it, she'd rather not bruise at all.
"âyes. A little bit", she echoes her own words, because she doesn't have the time to sort through what she knows and what she can't reveal she knows. "I don't have much experience with stitches or setting bones. I can try, but it won't be pretty. I can tie a bandage, clean a wound." She can find a cut-through vein and still the blood flow. She can find blood pooled in the gut cavity. She can encourage blood flow in an area that needs healing, or guide it away from severe swelling. She can feel sepsis running through arteries. She can force a blood clot to break up before it reaches the heart.
But not here. Not now. Not openly, at least.
She winces when her hand is pulled, but she's wise enough now not to cut her palm for magic, or even her lower arm. The scar is old, from when she wasn't that wise. Easy to explain as an accident if someone asks.
Inspection over, she walks over to the boy by the wall and kneels by him. He's young, terrified. Eyes wide and dazed, face too pale. But when she speaks to him in a quiet, soothing voice, he responds, so there's that at least.
She folds a length of bandage into a square and presses it against the wound, hoping to still the bleeding enough that she can pack and dress it. The gash is deep, and as she waits, she hears and sees and smells and senses all the injured laying around them; the screaming ones and the moaning ones, the quietly breathing ones. No time, she thinks, when she stops pressing for just a moment and the blood gushes forth like before.
She dares a glance over her shoulder. Vora seems occupied with another patient. This won't even be visible.
She closes her eyes, feels along the edges of her mind for the place where it touches something else. The Veil feels thicker when it's not her own blood she's using, like clotted halla-milk, but when her thumb grazes the wound on the boy's leg it splits open like an acorn and magic spills out. As always there's so much of it, too much. She could take and takeâbut she doesn't. She only lets a trickle of it seep into her head, down her arm, through her fingers and back into the wound on the boy's leg.
Silently, she wills the blood to slow a little. Then she can remove her hand, wipe the blood off and reach for the elfroot paste.
mutual pining simply never misses. the yearning. the stupidity. the desperation while also thinking themselves alone with it. the rattling relief at the revelation. the way it works in so many scenariosâ friends to lovers? a banger every time. casual hook-ups/friends with benefits while they both want more? show-stopping, spectacular, incredible. enemies who are so deep in denial it just makes them madder at each other? utterly unmatched every single time. slow burn, fast burn, burning while already fucking. mutual pining really just is that girl like truly who does it like her
good evening dnd has restored me a little and i got a few hours off my shift tomorrow so i can sleep in. im not writing at the moment but i love you all
