#bloodlaurel

[quiisquiliae]

@bloodlaurel sent "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

It was a Netflix and chill kind of a day. No really, Alaric was half asleep on the couch curled up with Serra, not paying any attention to what was on the TV. The light touch ghosting along his side woke him though, and he tried to not squirm at it. He wasn't exactly what one would consider ticklish, but it was so light he couldn't help it.

He wiggled a little, shifting to rub at his side to make the ticklish feeling go away. Apparently his shirt had ridden up a little, revealing one of his scars where he'd been shot.

"Keep that up I might accidentally dump you on the floor," he warned, trying not to laugh. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally roll over on his side and dump her, though if she kept it up it would be well deserved.

[totenstadts]

@bloodlaurel || ❤︎

To say the night had gone to shit was an understatement. They new the Venatori and Corypheus were going to try and assassinate the Empress and destabilize the South even further. Adelia had grown up amongst the gentry, but luckily was able to live a life outside of the Court intrigue and gossip, and words meaning more than how they were spoken. She had spent weeks studying the nobility with the help of Josephine. Little cards with sketches and information made it easier, but it felt so trivial considering what was at stake.

Somehow, after fighting demons, venatori, and a traitor no one expected, Orlais was united once more and able to aid in the fight against a would-be god.

The moment Cullen had asked her to dance, and she was glad for it. Just them on the balcony, the music of the band flowing from the ballroom. She didn't care if it wasn't some perfect stepped court dance, she was with him.

Afterwards, when the masquerade began to end in the small hours of the night, and when it would be proper for the Herald to make her leave of the evening, Cullen had offered to walk her to her rooms, a kiss goodnight turned into two. Each kiss she returned happily, fingertips light against his jawline. One particular kiss she couldn't help the moan that released, muffled into his lips as she tilted her head just a bit.

While they kissed, feeling the heat flush to her cheeks and make her aware of just how tight her dress was and the corset underneath. Comfortably laced but restrictive as her breath was taken away. She didn't dare break the kiss or turn away, an arm reaching back, fumbling for the door knob, the weight of her leaning against the door opening it.

The moment they are in her room, he's following her, closing the door and the way his tongue licks her lip, she happily opens them, her tongue reaching to taste his. The moment he back pressed against the wall another of those soft moans escaped both hands settled onto his shoulders.

Her breathless words through panting lips, she felt a bit embarrassed admitting she'd wanted this, more of him. The way he spoke her name, this time she closed the gap between them to kiss him once more, deep and wanting. This time she pressed her body against him, to feel his warmth.

She just could only hope she can hear him say her name like that once more.

[sylvansmercy]

✧.* — memes / accepting!

@bloodlaurel said: “did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?” (Cullen)

        mei-lin arches a brow, swallowing the urge to say something nasty in response. despite what she heard of his complicity in kirkwall while working with the mage underground, cullen is one of the few templars she remembers being at least a little bit nice to her back in kinloch hold. he was still willing to cut her down if her harrowing went awry or perhaps just took too long, however.

       and oh, how it grates on her to feel like they are back where they began: her a prisoner of the chantry, and he one of her jailers. that's all this herald of andraste business is to her right now. mark on her hand or no, everyone here continues to look upon her with suspicion, and she doesn't have the freedom to leave.

       “i just wanted to make sure we're not going to have a problem.” mei crosses her arms over her chest, defiant. “you can take the man out of the templar order, but can you take the templar order out of the man?” she escaped the circle all those years ago under the watch of him and his comrades, after all. so, she wonders...

[chasindtrevelyan]

@bloodlaurel gets a feral mage

The song was maddening. A haunting, never-ending melody in the back of his mind that tolled like a death bell at all hours of the day and night. In this lightless cell, shackled and dosed with magebane, it was the only companion beyond his jailers that he’d had for going on two weeks now. He wanted to scream, to drown it out, to do something to make it stop but he could do nothing. Nothing made it better. Not sleep (the nightmares woke him screaming) not pain (bloody gouges clawed wherever he could reach, nails caked in his own blood), not anything. It was just him and the song.

Then..a rattle.

A key in a lock.

A door opening down, and footsteps coming up the hall.

Light shined into his cell a moment later, a man with a torch raised high, peering between the bars. He seemed startled when the flames illuminated Daylen where he sat curled on the floor. Then he turned and gestured, voice raised in a shout.

“Over here, I’ve found him!”

He didn’t know who the man was talking too, but he was not about to meet them on the ground like a pathetic dog. He forced himself to stand, muscles screaming in protest, and waited.

[selfishisuppose]

yet another forgotten queued ask from my holiday that i'm not looking up // @bloodlaurel asked : ❝ that paperwork seems awfully boring… wouldn’t i look better on your desk? ❞ (Jasper - modern AU I guess?! Maybe Archon Dorian?)

Dorian sighed, and shut his laptop. He had intended on writing a few reports before calling it a night, but a nosy partner was not what he needed in paperwork that should be confidential. He looked at Jasper, a little annoyed, both at the interruption, but also the distraction, lovely as he may be with several shirt buttons undone. He would look good on his desk, way better than his laptop, but he had things that ought to be done.

There had to be a middle ground though, and eventually a smile won. "Of course you would, but as it is I really need this done tonight. Give me.. half an hour? I promise I'm ready for whatever shenanigans then," he said, for now taking off his reading glasses to look up at him. There was something in his eyes, a playfulness that had pulled him in so many times, and he itched to do so again, to get up and stumble into his bookshelves with Jasper pulled with him. But he knew one thing would lead to another, that making out would soon turn to something else entirely, and then his paperwork would be forgotten and postponed, and.. he sighed.

"You look unfairly hot, shoo, go have a glass of wine or something," because looking like that and leaning against his doorway ought to be a crime against morality.

[felledarrow]

SPOTS TO KISS #35 (Evune'lia)

@bloodlaurel (evune'lia) / spots to kiss. accepting.

35. a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

The plunge pool in Evune'lia's room is a marvel, taking up much of the space available with a running waterfall. The water always the perfect temperature, ever clean and ever clear, deceptively shallow. Felassan watches as she dips below the surface of it, the silver strands of her hair fanning around around her, caught up in the water's movement. He smiles, leaning back against the wall at the edge where he relaxes into the warmth of the water himself.

When she finally surfaces, pushing her hair out of her face and making her way beside him to rest her arms over the edge and lay her head upon them. Her moonlight eyes blink slowly up at him like a cat, and he half expects Evune'lia to doze off right there.

Chuckling fondly, he pushes off the wall only to move behind her, letting himself sink further enough down to gently move her hair to the side and dip his head to press a kiss just between her shoulder blades. He trails kisses over her shoulder and makes the wise decision not to comment on the rumbling that comes from her chest as he envelops her and she uses his arms to pillow her head instead.

[stellsaria-a]

Continued from here

"It's cuz it's not a real word." She said with a proud smile, before dropping it and getting a mix of conspiratorial and accusatory look on her face. "Now then, first I'll say that I have never climbed up to your balcony to watch you undress, baseless rumors entirely! I climbed up there to steal from the birds nest on your roof." She said with a stern nod before continuing.

"As for you sir Inquisitor... I've heard tell that you snuck off when I was taking a dip in a secluded pond near the Fortress to watch me bathe. Is that true?" She said with the narrowed eyes of having absolutely no trust that the accusation was a lie.

[swashbucklcr]

🫟🫟🫟 (Cornelia)

Send 🫟 for a random unfiltered thought from my muse // @bloodlaurel

I wonder if I'll ever annoy her so much that she blasts me across the room...

I wouldn't even be mad if she did that.. it would be pretty fucking hot, if she did. Funny. I mean funny. Ah fuck, she's caught me staring at her, what do I say.. hmm, she looks like a sour grape right now.