Morrigan had 'disappeared' after the killing of the Archdemon, and the tale of her running off was spread, mainly to throw her mother off her scent. What had really happened, was that Nevarine had taken her to a rarely used Cousland vacation home - especially unused now that the family had...unfortunately perished. There she and Nev lived, away from society and the danger of her mother.
It was here that the child she had consummated with Alistair grew in her womb, and just a few months after the end of the Blight, Morrigan had noticed her body changing. The softest of bumps had formed on her normally skinny form, and her appetite had increased slightly. Morning sickness was a bitch too.
This particular morning, Morrigan barely made it outside before retching out what food she had left from the night before, her entire body screaming out in disgust. It felt as if she ate something rotten, but knew it was the child inside her, causing this maddening issue.
"Damn this child! Tis such a nuisance to be ill all the time." She spoke this after she felt she was done with the deed, just staring at the ground, trying to recover.
“... I dunno if anyone ever said anythin’, but uh, thanks for what you did in Redcliffe. I mean, seriously. Thanks.” He gave her a little half smile, hands shoved deep in his pockets and shifted a bit uncomfortably despite his sincere gratitude.
“I assume that this entire saving the world business must be old news to you.” The woman from Tevinter was surprisingly pleasant for someone who worked for the venatori - though, according to her own claims, against her own volition - the Inquisitor has been benevolent enough to believe her, naive little thing, though Ignes was still waiting for the perfect opportunity to blend in enough to make an unanticipated exit back home. Corypheus was pretty much defeated, there was no more point in arguing it.
“If it’s not too much of an obtrusive question... How do you feel about the Inquisition’s progress? Quite the surprise success of the current age, i’d wager.”
A chuckle came from the witch as her Warden came bounding over, exclaiming loudly for all of Skyhold to hear, that she wanted kisses. Pulling her close, the woman kissed the other softly, holding her close. Kieran was off pestering Cullen, so she did not worry about him seeing.
I’m such a sucker for it. It’s so full of sorrow and longing and sweetness and romance and it is very very fun to write. Especially all the intricate conflict and nuance. Such fun tbh
♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.
Morrigan's breathing was shallow as she gently straddled her lover, cheeks a soft pink in color. Her body felt hot - almost on fire - as if the only thing to make it go out was Nev herself. Her hands were so tender, cupping the other's cheeks as she pulled the Warden in, passionately kissing her.
The entire time, she continued to straddle, hips gyrating in a clockwise motion, the need for more clearly there.
2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?
Opening with the mother who raised her… Aria has a wonderful relationship with the mother that raised her. She and Ashalle are thick as thieves, and Aria really could not have asked for a better guardian growing up – even now, she looks to Ashalle for good advice and comfort. If she has any complaint, it’s that Ashalle was a touch smothering, always protective of her charge well into adulthood, left Aria coddled whenever she came in from her studies or play. There is, however, much she loves about her mother – her grace under fire, her apparently boundless love for others, her inner strength tempered with outward poise. In a lot of ways, Aria wishes she could be more like Ashalle, and through her example is driven to persevere and show the world of men the best that the Dalish can be.
As for her birth mother, Lutea… That gets ugly. It gets very messy. There’s a lot Aria doesn’t know about the night her mother left, but she doesn’t have to know the whole truth to be ruined by the abandonment itself. It was easier when Aria thought her parents merely died and she was given to Ashalle to keep, because the idea her birth mother walked away from her is so much worse. It’s hard not to take it personally. There’s a part of her that will always wonder what about her was not good enough, what about her so distressed her mother that she would leave her as a baby. She does not like to dwell on any thought of the mother who bore her for fear those thoughts will come back to the surface and leave her on a downward spiral. Don’t let it be said Aria is wholly removed from Lutea, however – they’re both the leaving kind when they can’t get what they wanted. Aria can’t ever know that. If she knew that was what she got from her mother, she’d lose it.
29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?
She’s stubborn, bitter, and holds one hell of a grudge. These combined form the perfect storm of an obstinate, set in her ways wreck. She still holds a lot of her ill will towards Duncan and how he forced her into the organization against the Wardens themselves, and her bitterness has even less savory results. If she had the heart for it, she’d excel at any Game that nobility could throw at her – but she won’t play by human convention unless it directly benefits her people or her causes, to her own detriment. She’s so salty at the conventions that a human organization holds her to that she just leaves outright despite the Wardens being a lifetime commitment. Given the way her people have been treated, I cannot call her unjustified in any of this, but it’s certainly a series of personal choices that do not benefit her in the long run.
50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?
Catty. Aria always has an easy charm to her face that twists ever so slightly towards self-satisfaction. It’s the perfect look for a smarmy rogue sort, just enough arrogance and appeal to make her both approachable and punchable.
