#adahlan

[vindictan]

ADAHLAN APPEARED TO HIM.

              He watched with vague interest at how the master of craft worked on whatever little project he had going. ‘ Your patience is commendable. What is it you’re doing now ? ’ 

[lanalinghest-blog]

sidenote dont ever let ghil have her eyesight back shell fucking roast everything she sees

[gcldauran-blog]

         ‘ I trust our meeting is with reason. a GOOD one, if that. ’  slowly weaving his way through the long, damp grass to reach the other, he pondered the thought of returning to his own territory. sighing as he stood meters from the elf, arms cross over his chest. ‘ You do realize I have better things to do, June. ’ 

starter. @adahlan

[tranquiliiti-blog]

ooc; askjhdshd get ready for some evil elvhen babies fam

[lanalinghest-blog]

lms if u think ghilan’nain would make a better god of craft than that stinky june dude // @adahlan

[eolaselan-blog]

      " You wish me to betray my brother? " Words came forth dryly, but the underlying tone was clear. This was not a request that one should make lightly wth the keeper of secrets. One hand flexed on his lap as the other dragged roughly across his jaw and lips, eyes seeking elsewhere to look. This had been a conversation they'd held in whispers over what felt like a while. There were...some...who were beginning to grow frenzied. Clawing at their skin for more power, more. MORE.

  And he - too - was guilty of such fervor. But the god was no fool. He knew such matters must be handled with a delicate hand. One that moved silent through shadows. Tugging ever so lightly upon strings; positioning the pieces to tumble in your favor. His title had not been earned by a fluke. Nor had his seeming eerie peace that fell to his servants and holds. A quiet, unsettling sort of aura that gripped all. For one beneath the foot of the keeper must be careful.

  Dirthamen leaned back in his seat, lips forming a hard line. Turning his usual gentle features to a contortion of annoyance. " And what did you think I would say, June? " He inquired at last, eyes finally falling to his spouse with a dark light within. " I expect you have come prepared with an argument. Let's hear it. "

@adahlan fuq me up fam

[eolaselan-blog]

join me in a little yoga?

meme / @adahlan

Must I? It was the first thought that came through the haze of exhaustion that swept over his body. A drowsy hand dragging itself over weary features. Wishing but a few more moments of respite from the waking world. To rest within the comfort of his bed as June did whatever it was that his heart deeply desired at this moment; so long as it did not disturb the Keeper of Secrets. 

The back of his fingers dug into closed eyes -- in some futile attempt to rouse vision from behind eyelids. Join me in a little yoga? What question was it that he always asked when he’d opt to stay here? That was the one, wasn’t it...Somewhere within his skull, Dirthamen began to ponder aimlessly on why precisely June sought to wake before the sun could grace his skin. Send its kisses from high within the hanging sky above. Down below to warm the ground still damp with dew. He knew the reasons, he knew them quite well. This did not help to wake him full.

Slowly, against all his body’s protests and aches, Dirthamen tossed furs back and sat at the edge of the bed. Arms stretching above his head - behind him next - and before him in one finishing sweep. “ Alright, ma vhenan, lead the way. ”

[venandc-blog]

@adahlan​ // CONT FROM HERE 

          “I WAS attempting to be NICE, could you just sit still long enough to talk and drink a bit? I’m sure you have some sort of invention you’d just love to talk about.”