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[Image ID: A bright and lively half-body digital drawing of Talenna and Calder with a circle of decorative swirls and designs behind them. Talenna is a Dalish elf with a medium dark skin tone, Mythal's vallaslin, and she has long dark brown hair. Calder is a tall human with dull blonde hair and beard. The two hold hands while they spin in a dance. Calder smiles fondly at Talenna who has her eyes closed with a serene expression./.End ID]

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Talenna and Calder for @exalted-dawn ☀️

Update: With image description by @louminescence!

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OC Kiss Week 2024, Day 2: Rain

Talenna/Calder for @melonamino

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Happy friday Ed!!! For some Talenna/Calder arranged marriage AU "no  prince  is  worth  your  life." from the language of thorns prompts?

HEHEHEHEHE THANKS FOR THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU YOU KNOW THIS STUFF IS MY SHIT KIA. Also don't ask why they're sleeping in a bed together or why Calder doesn't question him straddling her they have a very special friendship XD Anyway for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Attempted Murder but ALAS Romance Armor saves the day, ~700 words

No Prince Is Worth Your Life | By Exalted_Dawn

No prince is worth your life.

That was what she told herself as she sat astride her husband's lap, each knee braced against his hip and a dagger pointed straight at his throat. She could kill him here. It would be easy. The huge oaf slept with his chest and neck bared to the open, body splayed skyward like a cat basking in the noon day sun. She hadn’t even needed to move him. A single stab and she could be free and on her way to the royal quarters, where she could kill the king and be free of this life. This war. She knew all the halls. The pathways. Which windows were locked and which ledges unguarded. 

It would be entirely too easy. An opportunity she had been waiting months for, and all she needed to do to take it was plunge her dagger down into Calder’s neck. Quick. Efficient. Silent. 

She watched him, her husband. The gentle rise and fall of his chest. His arm outstretched where she had been resting her head, with fingers twitching slightly in her absence. His mouth was partially open, but his expression was relaxed. At peace. If she killed him now, he would not feel pain. It would be a kind death, for what it was worth. She would make sure of that. After the surprising kindnesses he had shown her in the months passed, it was the least he deserved. There had been so many clumsy efforts at connection. Dinners and gifts. Outings into the city, and trips to the country where he had grown up. Even if it was to be expected of a married couple, he had opened his world to her willingly and had even defended her against the world when it had not been kind. A single, rare flower of honor amidst this septic garden.

She would cull him cleanly, and without pain. All she needed was to push down with her blade. She would… 

“Tal…?”Groggy amber eyes blinked solemnly up at her, dazed and unfocused with sleep. Her husband. “You unable to sleep?” Slurred speech and swaying sight, he reached for her, his other hand rising to brush a strand of hair from her face. He had not noticed the knife that sat inches above his bobbing throat. 

Every conviction in her began to slump and wilt. 

She had been caught, she told herself, carefully rocking forward so that she might slip the knife beneath her pillow without him noticing. It couldn’t have been helped. If only he had stayed asleep- but, no. He was awake now and the risk of him yelling for help too great. 

That was what she would say. 

Talenna released her grip on the knife and shifted her weight to let it rest on her now empty hand– as if she had been propped above him like so the entire time.”Just an unpleasant dream,” she whispered, bowing yet even more towards him so that he could hear her better. “I did not mean to wake you. I thought-” She thought she could kill him. “I thought I might be able to steal a bit of your warmth. I do not sleep as well in this wet cold.”

Calder watched her for a few seconds. Still sleepy. Still vulnerable. A low noise rose from his throat, and he nodded. “...Mmn, alright.” His hand fell heavy against her back, pulling her body snug over his own. His other came up to rest against her shoulder, holding her there, less like a vice and more like a hug. He had not even thought to question, the damned idiot….

“Let me know if you need anything else.” The whisper was a rumble in her ear, somehow so loud in the soundless night. 

“I will,” she whispered back. 

Already, she could feel him drifting off into peaceful sleep once more. Hardly, he had been stirred. His hands twitched around her, tightening a little. “Sleep well… I’ll see… you…”

‘I’ll see you in the morning’. 

His nightly promise to her. And her unwitting oath to him.

He will see her in the morning. 

And he would.

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Papa Calder with the babes :3

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edddd feeling somft for calenna this week, so how about those two with: ❛ you’ve got an awfully kissable mouth. ❜

Hehehehehehe have a little somft drabble of Calenna as their in the midst of making their annual cider. This prompt was smashed together with @vivispec 's prompt "the bite of an apple" since I thought it would be fitting for them LOL Calenna kisses pre cinnamon added XD for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: for spicy kisses? ~300 words

Before The Apples Go Brown | By Exalted_Dawn

Their kisses tasted of apple. Bright and sweet, their lips wet with the juice of fruit and the press of passionate mouths. Dappled peels of green and red lay spread around them like flower petals. In their neglect, the fruit’s crisp white flesh, now bared to the air, had begun to brown. 

Talenna had paused to acknowledge that only once. Her panted breath had mixed with laughter, fanning across her lovers mouth as she’d pulled away, though not without difficulty. Her golden haired shem was persistent, chasing her lips, but she shoved him away with a grin, as bright as the apples they had been eating. “Should we not wait until we are finished peeling them all?” she had said, almost chidingly. Almost without jest. “The apples are beginning to brown.”

His response had been to pluck up the nearest, teeth sinking into fruit with an audible, defiant crunch. The brown had been eaten away, leaving stark green-white beneath. Talenna had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the childish response. Because of course that would be his answer. 

“Better?” he had asked. 

“You must think you’re awfully smart,” she had shot back. 

And he had leaned forward and nipped at her lips. Had sucked and tugged and then teased her mouth back into kissing him once more. The apples had continued to brown around them, but that single bitten one, a little less so. 

Calder had grinned waggish against her mouth. His voice had been proud in its purring. “And you’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.” And back to kissing her he went. Large hands traced their way up the curve of her back. Lips were parted by greedy tongues. Obvious statements were made and then consequently ignored. 

And their kisses continued to taste of apple, so that none would go brown.

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Hello!! Happy Friday :)

For Tal (I love her!!!) and whoever you choose, "Light reflected on puddles" from the sensory prompt list.

Happy Writing!

Okay this ended up being REALLY cute and I love it so much so thank you for the prompt Towers <3 Have a bit of Post-DA:I Calenna fluff :3 For @dadrunkwriting Rated G: Fluff, Established Relationship, 466 words

The Road Ahead | By Exalted_Dawn

Light scattered off another puddle’s surface, disturbed by the passing of bare feet and muddied boots. The air was crisp and cold– early for the season, but it was a good travel day. Hefting the pack higher on her back, Talenna turned, head tipped towards the sky. The clouds had long cleared after last night’s storm, and not a trace of it remained now. It was a blue bird day; the azure perfect and unmarred save for a small twisted scar of green. The remnant of what had started this whole thing. 

How odd that it was finally over now. 

“Tal?” Calder called for her just a few paces ahead, his brow cocked in expectant amusement. His smirk was even less subtle. “You know, if you need me to carry you-”

She snorted, returning to his side. Water splashed beneath her feet, sparkling as it caught the sun. “We’ve hardly been walking an hour. Thank you for your concern, Rogelin, but I would save it for your own feet. You hardly have any calluses, and it is a long way to Redcliffe.” 

“Kind of you to care,” he laughed, holding out his hand for her. She took it easily, his scars against her skin as familiar now as the one overhead, but far more beloved. She squeezed and he squeezed back, before the both of them began forward again. Together. “I don’t suppose you will carry me then? Since clearly you don’t think I’ll be able to keep up.” 

“Not a nug’s chance in Orzammar,” she hummed, almost too happily. Flashing a grin, she pulled ahead a few paces before turning, their clenched hands still hanging between them. “If you fall behind, I am afraid I’ll have to leave you to the wolves. Ir abelas.”

“Ooph- That is a ruthless sentence, Wolf Queen.”

She shrugged. “Not really.” With a sharp tug, she pulled him back to her side, but this time left no space between. Hip to hip, she curled about his arm and held him close, very much too pleased with herself. “It is easy. Just stay close.”

His eyes softened only briefly, a small acknowledgement or maybe a passing somber thought, but it was gone quickly. Replaced with a tender smile. He nodded. “That, I can very much do.”

Step and step. Ripples left in their wake. The road would be long, sure. The war over and the threat of Templars gone, there was no telling where their paths might lead after this. But, as Calder had once said long ago, the best part of an adventure was not knowing where it might take you. All Talenna knew now was the ground in front of her feet, and with the storm passed and the sun overhead, in her eyes it seemed only to shine.

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For Talenna and Calder (maybe Arranged Marriage AU?!) ❝ we really should have done that sooner, huh? ❞ Happy Writing, Ed!

Just take it, ya filthy animal. Trying to get the good stuff early without all the slow burn enemies to friends to lovers! SHAMEFUL! (Regardless, thank you for the prompt)

For @dadrunkwriting

Rated M: mature sexual themes, post-sex realizations, 800~ words

Coming with the Dawn | By Exalted_Dawn

Morning was a time for stirring. Hand maids and the morning staff of Castle Redcliffe bustled about in quiet business. Delivering food, setting out clothes, drawing water for their baths. The curtains floated in the gauzy sunlight as new air swept in through opened windows. Morning was a time for stirring, and Talenna’s eyes fluttered open as wakefulness found her finally, and it was to the snickering of a servant as the bedroom door clicked shut and the slow, heavy thumping of a heart beneath her ear. 

“Ngggh…” 

Talenna had just enough time to snap awake before a barrel-thick arm fell across her back and tugged her close, keeping her pressed tight against her husband’s wire coat chest as he turned them both onto his side. He exhaled deeply, murmuring some half-formed nonsense into her hair as he snuggled in closer. His breath smelled of wine and…

Creators. 

All at once, it seemed, the soreness in her hips and back flared to life, as if in reminder. As if she needed a reminder. Memories of the last night came rushing back to her like a song once forgotten now determined to remain stuck in her head. Wine-flavored kisses in the hallway. The scratch of his beard against her chin. Sword-roughened palms sliding down her neckline to grope at her breasts as she was pressed against the door. His name on her tongue, and hers on his. Far too wanton to be anything close to innocent. 

He had asked to strip her of her clothes, and she had let him without thought. She had let him take her to bed. 

“Mmhn?” Another puff of breath against her ear, dancing across the pointed tip and drawing goosebumps. The arm around her tightened, a splayed hand dragging across her stomach. His calloused fingers traced a gentle path from belly button to breast, just barely skimming the swell of one before settling there. But not stilling. It painted lazy circles across the spot, and it was everything she could do not to sigh in approval. Fucking- “...I… thought I had dreamed it.” 

His voice was still heavy with sleep. Still close. Still maddeningly warm. 

She turned slowly in his arms. There was no use in pretending this did not happen now. No use in running. “Mmn, I am afraid not,” she whispered, her voice wry. She almost did not want to look. But she did regardless. 

In the morning light, Calder looked ever more the picture of her first impression of him. Ruffled. A gruff mess of brown eyes and too much hair. Belonging more in a tavern than amidst a crowd of nobles. Real. 

He smiled. A hand raised to her face and brushed aside a single strand of hair, and there he lingered. Just barely touching her. “I’m glad.” 

And then his hand dropped away.

If ever there were so many implications in so few words. He was… glad. Glad to have ruined their partnership? They had shattered the one, precious bit of steady ground beneath them– everything they had built their relationship upon. They had just begun to think of each other as friends and now-

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now. To kiss you. And to, uh…” He cleared his throat, a bit more wakefulness coming to him as color flooded his cheeks. His eyes flicked across her naked form, before politely diverting again; his point proven. 

Talenna almost laughed. “You did?” 

“Yeah,” he answered, a small smile twitching to life on his lips. “Probably since I first laid eyes of you. In spite of the circumstances, it's not as though I was blind or anything. You were…” He looked at her. “You are beautiful.”

Well shite. 

She could hardly help the way her cheeks darkened, or how the ear by his hand twitched with surprise. With… satisfaction. Was she actually satisfied  that he thought that? 

Scoffing, she ducked her head away from him, finding his gaze far too personal. For the first time in a very long while, she did not have the strength to hold his gaze. “Well then I suppose that means you enjoyed yourself?”

His answering laugh echoed through their chambers. “I did, yes.” A pause. “...Did you?”

The echoes of last night in her mind– pleading cries and fingers tangled in his hair, drawing him closer– were answer enough. She knew the truth in a second’s span. 

She had. Creators, she had more than enjoyed it.

“...Do not act like you don’t already know the answer,” she huffed begrudgingly. 

A finger slipped beneath her chin, tilting her head back up. Forcing her to hold his gaze. In it was a mix of emotions. Pride. Understanding. Joy. 

…Adoration. 

“Then I suppose we really should have done this sooner, huh?”

She almost did not want to look. If she could see so much in a simple stare, then she feared what he might find in hers. But there was no point in pretending. No point in looking away. It had happened. She almost didn't want to look, but she did.

"I suppose so."

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Hello hello, happy Friday! Might we suggest “These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” for Talenna/Calder? :3c

Tis the night for smuts so TADA!!!! Enjoy a short lil snippet of Tal and Cal fucking in the library below Josie's office LOL for @dadrunkwriting

Rated E: Explicit, Smut, Public intercourse

Louder | By Exalted_Dawn

His voice flooded her ear, hot and heavy and strained through clenched teeth. “You know, if… if anyone found us here, they’d toss us from the battlements, yeah?”

Another thrust. Talenna groaned. 

“Well then… be- be thankful, ma lath,” she huffed, grinding back against his hips. Bowing beneath the weight of his hands on her hips. “These walls… are pretty thick, which means- ah!”

Calder rocked up into her again, his lips brushing against her shoulder as he did. “‘Which means’…?”

Arse.

She laughed into the cradle of her arms, both of them folded in front of her to cushion her forehead against the smooth dark stone of the archive’s walls. “Which means,” she repeated, nearly snarling it. “You and I can be as loud as we- as loud as we want.”

As though to prove her point, a long, drawn-out moan rumbled through Calder’s chest as he sunk back into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. They’d been at this for what felt like an hour now, gradually teasing each other out to their edges, her reading long forgotten.  

His hand curled around her front to slide along her pelvis, then down between her legs. His pace hadn’t slowed– over and again plowing into her, spearing her– but the addition of his fingers rubbing circles against her clit did devastating things to her restraint. 

Each stroke drew a stream of soft sighs from her throat, prompting Calder to only focus more intently on wringing out her pleasure. Slow, achingly deep thrusts turned sporadic and forceful, and his relentless attack on her clit– circling and stroking– had her falling apart beneath him. 

“You’re so fucking wet, Tal,” he grunted, the hand on her hip squeezing appreciatively. “Do you want to come for me, love?”

Creators-

“Aye,” she gasped, rutting into his hand. “You?”

He swore and pressed his brow firmly into the dip near her neck, his breath warming her sweat-soaked skin in uneven rasps. “Y-Yeah. Maker’s Balls, yes.”

Talenna, through her own whimpering, found the breath in her to laugh. She moved with him, rocking into his hands and hips, earning herself her own symphony of delicious noises. “Good,” she breathed, their rhythm becoming frantic. “Louder, ma lath. S-Sathan-”

More. More.

“As you wish, Wolf Queen,” he murmured, a smile warming his voice. “I know they can’t, but let's try to make ‘em hear us, yeah?”