#;solavellan

[reneegayde]

I am going to punch Solas in the face. That is all.

[ofdxlish]

the-dread-wxlf:

Solas groaned softly as he sitting down on his couch. “My heart, you need not to worry about me so much." The elf chuckled, her reactions were adorable. ”Just my stomach, Da’len.”

Mihtriel huffs. "The Hell I do --" She taps his arm and looks him in the eye. "Now lay down." Her tone is immediately motherly, scooting off to rummage around. "Stomach..... Stomach - Ah -!!" Mihtriel looks him in the eye. "If you don't remain there until I get back I will be furious. Understand?" The Dalish huffs. 

[ofdxlish]

the-dread-wxlf

Mihtriel chuckles. “He insists on calling me beautiful — I hardly even see it myself, really. But he cares about me, he understands where I’m coming from….” She rubs the back of her neck.    ”I’m just glad he’s patient. He is incredibly important to me - I’m just glad he’s    comfortable with us taking our time.” 

[ofdxlish]

"(─‿‿─)"

Send “(─‿‿─)” to cuddle with my muse!

Mihtriel must’ve dozed off. His footsteps might be light but she knows how to listen for someone coming when she’s asleep. Sitting up slightly out of a drowsy daze, the Dalish mumbles something unintelligible before wiggling over beside him. Blinking away sleep - she rubs her eye and leans all her weight on him messily.    ”Mmm… G’morning.” She says, even though it’s probably quite the opposite.Mihtriel had come to just pass out whenever it was convenient, whether that was up in her room, on her bed, her desk - the loveseat within her quarters. At one point beside a warm windowsill in the sun.   She just yawns and looks to the other.