#alongside-heroes

[lilacvows]

𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺. Canting her head to the side, she nodded in greeting. 

❝ Anders? You're a long way from your clinic. What are you doing here? ❞ she asked as she descended the stone steps and strolled over to her friend. 

❝ Is everything alright? ❞ 

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“no, you don’t get to die” - from Anders

send  “no, you don’t get to die”  for my injured muse to react to yours saying this while they’re bleeding.  // accepting // @alongside-heroes

𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑵'𝑻 𝑻𝑹𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬. He was only doing what came natural. Protecting his friends. Despite the motley crew of people that Hawke associated with, he had come to like them too. Hawke hadn't seen the archer in time, so to protect them, he took the hit. What he didn't realize that the arrow was poisoned. 

The chantry sisters had removed and cleaned the wound, but it was festering into something grotesque and infected. He had fallen ill. He couldn't remember who dragged him to Ander's clinic. Probably Hawke and Fenris. He laid there on the cold table and groaned. 

❝ Ah'm nae tryin' to die, ye soggy bawbag.❞ It hurt to talk, to even lay there. He glared at Anders. 

❝ Is there a'thing ye can do? ❞ 

[severthebl1ght-a]

ADRENALINE WAS STILL COURSING THROUGH HER VEINS. taking a few labored breaths, haelia got to her feet. that particular gaggle of darkspawn had appeared from nowhere, it seemed. something that was becoming more frequent on this quest of theirs. the blight was only getting worse, and it only further reminded the warden that they needed to act quickly. though it seemed all of their desired allies needed help with something. ferelden was counting on them which... honestly wasn’t a very comforting thought. as her breathing started to even out, haelia finally processed alistair’s question. she felt fine at that given moment. as far she was concerned, there was just a few bumps and bruises from their run-in. 

@alongside-heroes asked: ❛ are you all right? where are you hurt? ❜ 

lia started to look herself over, her dark eyes eventually lingering on her arm. one of the darkspawn must have managed to get a pretty good slash in; slicing clean through her armor and upper arm. though she hadn’t realized in the moment just how deep the wound had gone. and, looking at it, she started to feel a little queasy. the warden had become fairly accustomed to violence the past few months — but seeing her own still made her feel slightly faint. ❛ i think that first hurlock got my arm pretty good, ❜ she murmured, looking from her injury to her fellow warden. haelia gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. ❛ i'm sure wynne can mend it. ❜ 

[pellelavellan-a]

@alongside-heroes​ asked “I’m not crying, you dumb fuck.” (Liam can't quite handle when Pelle gets hurt)

Pelle didn’t really want to hear it. He’d already had a long week running around dealing with ninety problems. He didn’t really want Liam to be one of them. Liam had followed him from the tavern, where the elf had happened upon him flirting with another man. He hated the way it made him feel. He felt so much bitterness towards this other man. He was beautiful. Much taller, more muscular, and far more aesthetically pleasing to the eye than Pelle could ever dream of being.

His feelings weighed heavy on him like he’d been dropped in the sea with an anchor chained to his ankle. He didn’t say a thing to Liam, but the man must have seen him before he made what he thought was a discreet exit.

It must not have been discreet enough or Liam wouldn't be standing there. It was strange seeing such a wounded look on the man’s face. It was irritating to the elf if anything. He knew that deep down his feelings were stupid. He and Liam weren’t exclusive, he had the freedom to flirt with whoever he pleased. And yet he was still hurt. Predictable really. He knew this would happen eventually. He was after all infallibly stupid, incapable of keeping his heart on tight lock when it came to fooling around. Once was fine, but once it became a repeated act he couldn’t just--not feel a thing. That was his fault, not Liam’s.

And yet he was sitting on the floor in quarters in front of a fire sipping away at his third glass on wine feeling sorry for himself. The question wasn’t asked out of pity. He may have spoken with contempt, but deep down he was sad.

“I almost wish you were,” he replied and threw back what was left of the wine in his gain before pouring another glass.

“It this...” he gestured ambiguously at Liam. “supposed to be you, being guilty?”

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Dietmar

          “You said you were from the Anderfels, right?” Arsine questions as she thumbs through the Chantry’s tiny library of books. The entire selection contained only subjects and authors formally accredited by the Chantry’s association of scholars, naturally, so there was a disappointing lack of scandal to be found on the shelves. “What brings you so far south? Leliana told me you were here before the Breach occurred. What interest could the tiny village of Haven be to an Ander?”

[pellelavellan-a]

✿ - Liam/Pelle

@alongside-heroes​

Kiss Memes  ll Accepting

11: gentle kiss ( the generator has done him dirty)

Some might think you’d be lucky to earn the chance to kiss the Inquisitor even once. If that was the case then Liam must have been one of the luckiest men in Thedas to have had the pleasure to more than once. Pelle wouldn’t say it was all very hush hush but--behind closed doors, he’d been up to a little more than just kissing.

He’d gone and gotten a little bold this morning. He wasn’t usually one to offer physical affection in a tent--not anymore at least now that he was with the Inquisition and not his own people. But he didn’t think anyone was going to walk in at this hour. Usually this early all he was up to was going through a few reports and putting together assignments for the troops that would up and about in a couple hours. He’d heard Liam and a few other scouts return to the encampment late the previous evening, but he didn’t come out to say hello. They had to have been tired, he’d chosen to let them rest. Now that Liam was there, and it had been a few hours he didn’t mind pausing his work to greet him. 

Usually, he’d be a little embarrassed if one of the recruits were to see him in such a casual state. As for Liam well--he’d seen Pelle in far more compromising positions so it hardly bothered him. His hair was barely away from his face, most of his curls still draping over his shoulders and his back. He was still dressed in what he’d slept in, a very oversized shirt with a very low neckline that left his chest exposed and a pair close-fitting leggings. 

He welcomed the man with a warm smile before getting up to meet him. He had to get on his tiptoes to reach Liam’s face, but once he was within range he planted a chaste but no less affectionate kiss on his lips.

“Did you wake up early just to see me?” he teased, letting his hands brush each of Liam’s arms before letting his fingertips simply rest just barely against his hands. “I’m happy to see you back in one piece.” 

[pellelavellan-a]

“I could kiss you all over.” - Liam/Pelle

@alongside-heroes

He might curse whichever god it was who’d made him so weak for men like Liam if he knew, but he did not. What he did was that Liam’s tongue was just as pretty as the rest of him--and that made him very hard for the young elf to resist. He couldn’t resist smiling once his imagination started painting a picture of what that might look for him. Liam kissing him all over, it was tempting. Really...it was.

“You could,” he repeated. “Though that begs the question, are you going to?”