#asalataar

[jadedknives]

| Closed starter for @asalataar

There aren’t many Qunari in the ranks of the Inquisition, so those that do make themselves at home here are quick to catch the attention of Ash. A spy by trade, he couldn’t help but hear the rumors of a new Qunari in the ranks, one that accompanied the Inquisitor no less. So of course he, like any information-greedy soul, set up shop to find out as much about her as he could.

It proved well worth the wait of greeting her, too. According to rumors between soldiers, she seemed to avoid people, to which Ash guessed might be from a language barrier? It’s not uncommon for Qunari to be hesitant speaking the common tongue, but of the conversations he’s eavesdropped on her grasp of it seemed quite fine. A mystery he was burningly curious about; And while curiosity may have killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back.

There’s really no hope in convincing himself not to approach her, careful to make sure his normally silent footsteps make noise on the stone-wrought flooring, before speaking. “Do you normally hang out in this sad, abandoned area?”

[toliiberatearchive-blog]

nohemi hated when people did this-- no matter if they were qunari or not. her sm- all stature had always been a sore spot for her.

‘ until a month ago, i had lived my entire life in orzammar. i hadn’t even met any other qunari aside from you and the bull. i don’t know what he’s telling par vollen, and i haven’t asked. if that means you’ll leave, then... ’ she took a breath. ‘ that’s your choice. i won’t stop you. but know that i wouldn’t tell them anything. you’re my friend. or i’d like you to be, anyway. ’

continued | @asalataar

[dalathin-archived-blog]

for @asalataar

Séaghdha was ready to pull his hair out. All the books in the Inquisition's library, and not one could tell him what degree of pressure needed to be applied to blue quartz for it to resonate in harmony with spirit energy to light up very specific distant objects. Not one. As if it was a difficult question to answer.

He’d been trying to figure out the construction of the ocularums, reverse-engineer them to see if the same system could be used to illuminate items Elvhen in origin. But unlike the Venatori, he didn’t plan to use the skulls of Tranquil – or any other type of skull, for that matter. Unraveling how they’d done that hadn’t taken long at all. But reconstructing the technique humanely was proving... difficult. If only he had more books on Tevinter magic…

He shot up out of his seat, pages of the twelve some-odd books he had open in front of him fluttering in the sudden motion. The library near the vault, of course! When they’d first discovered Skyhold, the dusty old tomes locked inside had all been rare. Forgotten books of history and magic alike. If he was going to find obscure magical techniques, certainly his chances were better there.

He bolted off, rushing past Inquisition agents no longer fazed when their leader spontaneously ran about in excitement. Down the stairs he went, through the far door, slowing down just slightly while making his way through the main hall, and then down again to the keep’s lowest level. He was almost skipping across the stones to the door of the tiny library.

Then, Séaghdha remembered – or more like, saw – the Qunari who’d taken to the quiet alcove. Katari. New to their ranks, relatively quiet, guarded. Not that he could blame her, considering the situation she was in when they’d first met. He’d been hoping that, given enough time for trust in the organization to grow, she’d open up. He preferred to be friendly with his people.

‘My people.’ He scrunched his nose at the thought, chastising himself. ‘How egocentric sounding of you, Séaghdha.’ Putting his smile back on, he slowed to a respectable pace and knocked on the door frame to announce his presence.

❝Good evening, Katari.❞

[crowbound]

@asalataar

          ✖ “I’m a little surprised, I didn’t expect to find a Qunari in the midst of the Inquisition, but then, this is a party of misfits, isn’t it?” The Talon comments, a voice out of shadow, grey eyes rising from the book in his hands to the woman lingering across the room. He shifts in his chair, a noise to announce his presence in the alcove he’d found refuge in a few hours before; it was a quiet place to stay while the Chantry was at its busiest, a place off to the side && private.

     Kaey had noticed the woman before but hadn’t said anything, keeping an eye on her even as he’d turned his attention back to his book. Now, though, he was curious. Might as well make conversation, try to make friends since he planned on staying with the Inquisition.

[lakeknight-blog1]

i'm already laughing because i feel like i know what the answers are but,,, katari for the NSFW meme

put a name in my inbox.

How interested they are in having sex with them.

He’s never done the dirty with a Qunari before, so just for the sake of curiosity, he’s mildly interested. Beyond that, though, he’s neither interested nor disinterested. Which is to say, he would certainly not say no to an offer, but he’s not actively pursing any trysts. Just a sort of mild side-eyed glance like, hmm, it could happen.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them.

If they would rather bottom or top them.

On the one hand, he is Smol and Katari is Tol, so it would just make more sense if he topped. But he would also be interested in being a bottom, because, y’know, he generally is, and also Qunari. Like, that would be an experience.

How good they think they would be.

He’s guessing pretty good. Not the best, but then again, one night stands never are. A generally nice experience, though. Maybe good enough for a second go. But he’s not expecting miracles.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them.

Wall. Once again, I must emphasize, this boy is a bottom. Definitely wall, no question.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love.

It very much depends, but Lance is always inclined toward the softer, gentler side of things. Somewhere between sex and make love, probably, if Katari didn’t have any issues with it.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick.

We’ve got one Tol, and we’ve got one Medium-Smol, so let’s throw in the Smollest Smol, Nabalam @onioning. Besides, Lance likes her a lot. It be good. Probably would be really funny, too. I think like a quarter of it would be sex and the other three quarters would be making really bad jokes and puns and laughing their asses off.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen.

Yeah. Sure. Why not? Like I said before, Lance isn’t actively seeking a tryst with Katari, but he wouldn’t say no to one, either. He’s always down for a good time.

[dalathin-archived-blog]

@asalataar replied to your photo “itoshimu: Séaghdha in Tevinter fashion!  All the shiny metal bits. (...”

do you think i'd be fortunate enough for this beautiful mancandy to let me kiss his ring because i'm crying at the thought,

o m f g i’m hysterical YES he will let you and he will blush and thank you for your kindness

[jadedknives]

HUMBLE. (the "DAMN." questions meme)

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

Surprisingly well considering the way he usually holds himself. One would think he’d be prideful or arrogant, but in reality he accepts it quite humbly and thanks the one praising him. Praise on something he considers his job or skills is less appreciated than something he does on a whim, or for fun, because he assumes that he (and everyone else) should be good at their job, the way it was under the Qun, and that praising hard work is nice but unnecessary. Praise for skills outside his expertise means more to him, and garners more of a bashful response.

[freefromthequn]

⚔ for akorad !

[send ⚔ to walk in on my muse training]

Akorad huffed as he swung his greataxe in an arc around him, practicing control.  It was a slightly more precise weapon than the maul he normally used, though not as precise as a sword.  The greataxe cleaved through a training dummy off to the side, and Akorad froze.  He hadn’t meant to actually hit it, and he looked about, clearly embarrassed.  Really, he’d meant to swing a comfortable distance from it!  This was what he got for not wearing his glasses.

He squinted around to see if anyone had seen what happened, cheeks flushed from both exertion and embarrassment.