#ebonyhellebore

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The battle had been raging for a what seemed like an eternity. How did they get their hands on Kryptonite. She’d been promised that the last bit of it had been shipped off when the Daxamites were destroyed. Yet here they were with blade of green kryptonite hovering a bit too close for comfort. She had to stop herself from screaming out Kara’s name. Instead she struggled to keep the blade from contacting her skin. “Supergirl!” An edge of panic to her voice. Her strength was slipping. Her hand slipped, sliding right across the green blade, earning a shriek.  Kara! If her thoughts could sound choked and panicked they would. 

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Nevarine had planned on leaving the fate of the world to those who were already working to save it. Thedas’s salvation was in good hands; the Inquisitor in particular seemed to be capable enough of fixing things. She would have just left everything be and continued on her quest to cure the Calling. That was, until she learned that the Grey Wardens were involved. One intercepted message flipped her world upside down, and she had no choice but to turn back and head for the Inquisition’s fortress.

The former warden entered Skyhold long after night had fallen. It was so strange having so much lingering light in the sky. It was thanks to the Breach, of course, and the green magic that invaded the blackness of the midnight sky. Per Leliana’s instructions in recent correspondence, she found her way up to the spymaster’s rookery. She passed her old friend a letter to send back to her husband in Denerim and waited as Leliana sent for the Inquisitor.

Before long, an elven woman with distinctive vallaslin flowing along the sculpt of her face and eyes of strangely differing colors entered the rookery. It wasn’t hard to assume who she was.

“Inquisitor Nesira, I presume?”

[badasshybridqueen]

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Hayley spit the blood from her mouth onto the floor a breath falling from her lips. She swallowed heavily, chest tightening at Cami’s words. This was her fault. She was almost positive she knew why they attacked them in their home. She put her friend -- her family in danger. Her gaze lifted to the steps Hope still sleeping, thankfully. She walked over to Cami and rested a hand on her shoulder giving her a once over. “Are you okay? The babies?” She asked concern coloring her features blood, “I swear I’m going to kill every last one of them. I’m so sorry Cami.” Her words are soft as she squeezes the other woman’s arm. 

[intraxvagor]

V. THE SHADOWED CROW

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Leliana glanced toward the Templar as she finished off with her scouts and they went off to the hissing wastelands. It would be a long trip and no news for several weeks she assumed. She shifted toward the man, curious to get to know one of the men who were within the ranks of the Inquisition forces. Cullen appeared to trust him and so did the inquisitor, but Leliana wasn’t easy to sway.

But she allowed herself to speak up first. “Aden, if I’m correct?” She said as she took the moment when he wasn’t busy. “You came from the Free Marches,” She asked, though her reports already told her several things about the Templar before her.

Aden half turned to watch the scouts scurry past him, his ostensibly light green eyes hard with suspicion. He had no idea what they were doing for the spymaster, nor did he have much knowledge of them as a whole, which fed his suspicion. Could they be trusted to do what they were asked? Could they be trusted to not compromise the Inqusition? Leliana would know better than he would but he could not entirely help the dark thoughts that crossed his mind. It was a suspicion that often served him and he knew he shared with others of his Order... as fractured as it was.

That wasn't what he was here for though. No, Leliana was the reason he was here at all, a woman well known for her part in the Ferelden Blight. A bard by name, a master by reputation, and the secret keeper here in the Inqusition. If there was something to be known, she likely knew it, which was why he assumed she wanted him. He had something she either wanted to know, or wanted to use him to get something more. Neither of these things he really minded, as he at least then could feel more useful. His role here had been very much unsorted, as was much otherwise, a matter Aden had been trying to work on himself in an attempt to aid both the Commander and the Inquisitor.

Perhaps that's why he was being called out? Best to know straight off, and that would only come with conversation. One that Leliana started to dictate.

"Yes. Ostwick. Served in the Circle tower there for four years."

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Her landing was more than a bit unceremonious. More like severely under practiced. But the second she got a read on Kara’s location, she was headed there in a heart beat. There was no stalling. No waiting, no thought. Kara. Her twin. Her big sister. It’d been so damn long. 

But she wasn’t doing good. No when she landed in front of her. She was far from okay. “Kara.”She spoke trying to find the confidence to fuel the words to help bring her back from the brink of this panic attack. Kara had always been the more confident one. Eliza was the one who was quiet and reserved and hid behind her sister, socially enept. That’s what they’d called her after her arrival on Earth. She kept to herself, she never talked to anyone, unless she had to. Hell for the longest time the family that had adopted her, had to make calls for her, and couldn’t get more than two words to form. 

“Sister--- please. Look at me and see that I’m real. See me, Kara.”

[astranxmica]

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         Sara had been searching for Diana. She had plenty to tell her. Her application had been accepted, and it would seem that the bartender might actually be in the possession of her own flat downtown, this flat in fact-- “I’m coming in,” she murmured when she ruled it down to the bathroom. They were both girls, after all, and capturing her in a precarious position might indeed be on her bucket list. Diana was gorgeous to anyone who could see her, in an otherworldly, jaw falling open, helplessly awestruck kind of way. “Diana...” but the words on the tip of her tongue fell numb. 

             Wings. Sara couldn’t help the sharp intake of her breath. Diana had wing. Big, beautiful, white, feathery, mother fucking wings were attached to the beauty who’d captured her heart at first sight-- the beauty who had left her unable to leave her. Sara had brought the lovely back home with her without questioning why... Falling to her knees, Sara gingerly reached out and touched the appendages growing out of Diana’s shoulder blades. “How? Are they... real? Are you... Diana-- are you an angel?” She snorted, she had never been sure about god or any of that, but this was hard to disagree with-- “They’re gorgeous,” she murmured, fingers lightly brushing over the silken feathers.

[astranxmica]

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Sara wasn’t exactly sure how time worked here. In Baast’s garden, things didn’t seem attached to reality in the same way-- perhaps, like the vanishing point, it was outside the scope of space and time. When did night come? It seemed a perpetual dusk, whenever they were awake, and always pleasant in temperature. There was no need for walls-- their bed in view of all the wonders provided by the lady of the east.

         A hum in the back of her throat at the soothing contact brought Sara rousing to find Baast hovering above her. A smile instantly pulled at her lips. “You’re quite fond of making me glow, in a multitude of ways, aren’t you?” She kissed Baast’s temple as the tanned goddess lured her from rest to tease her with feline affections. Her own fingers wrapped around her slender waist and smoothed up her back gingerly. The glow that matched her own was sparked to life, matching hearts humming with light despite all odds. A goddess and a mortal-- soulmates. Kissing Baast’s neck languidly, “Not that I’m complaining,” she reached up to brush hair out of her eyes and truly look at her, “I’ll glow for you until my dying breath as content as I am now.” 

[astranxmica]

@ebonyhellebore || continued from here || diana x sara; soulmate au

        The pain-- she knew this pain-- ever since she’d left the Amazon, though, with fluctuating through time, it would only hit her at odd moments. She’d feel it when she imagined Diana must have been a young girl training, but then they would be in the time ship-- temporal zone cutting the contact. In the field today, she felt it particularly acutely. The ache in her heart that made her pulse and adrenaline skyrocket. She cut through the men around her like they weren’t trained warriors but puppets, and jumped, catching the lip of a pipe, and continuing her expert ascent onto the roof of the building to find what she knew in the gut of her stomach she would-- DIANA. 

        Knives flew from her hands, the gunmen gave an odd jerk when the blades hit their carotid but then fell like they were toy soldiers and she was a child having a tantrum. That got the rest of their attention, she pulled their fire, but that didn’t save them. She was in the air, grappling one to a human shield as she fell foe after foe. Some might have been alive, but she doubted it, and the part of her that should have cared only had eyes for Diana’s safety. She stood among their bodies when they were all done-- no doubt her team was seeing to the rest in the warehouse and grounds-- glancing over her shoulder, she couldn’t quite look at the jet-haired beauty. It had been so long, but her heart had never been able to move past her-- though Sara had no doubt her being alive and not having come sooner-- that would rip whatever love Diana might have had for her memory to shreds. “Are you okay?” Was all she could manage.