#elvhengrey

[ofthcwilds]

"Since last we met I have dreamed of nothing else but this."

      It has been far too long since she was last in his arms, like now. ‘Tis all the convincing Morrigan needs to remain just there. Own arms hold him as well, if loosely. Amber eyes watch the sky above scintillating with stars. With none to witness it, she was prone to give room to some softness, even if ‘twas not much. 

      Truth be told, she has missed him more than she’d like to admit. ‘Tis almost as if they were back to previous times, when Kieran was much smaller and the three of them were together. Perhaps this reunion could be seen as a recommence of it; Morrigan had hardly been so at peace in the latest times as she was now. Equally, neither had her son been so overjoyed as the moment he was reunited with his father. Kieran himself had been through enough hardship in this while; it made her happier to see him most joyous.

      Their time apart had been, indeed, rather long; nonetheless, separation had been a necessity. Kieran could not accompany them to where her Warden’s quest had lead him, so it had been best for them to stay apart. They have yet to truly discuss if her lead proved useful in his mission to stop the Calling, or what would the next step be — it can wait a day or so, she thinks. They haven’t truly been together in years. For once, let him rest instead of worrying about yet another problem.

      Theron’s words bring a soft smile to her lips, and Morrigan wonders if she will ever grow accustomed to this unusual sweetness. Not likely, though neither impossible. He has known her more deeply and openly than she has ever allowed anyone to get; if he has gotten this far, why not farther? Love might just happen to be her downfall, in the end. 

      Morrigan shifts, amber eyes looking into his, then. ‘Tis a feeling shared; she has longed for this as well. Words, however, avoid such agreement, and while soft, she turns to humor and changing the subject instead. “Now now, do not get all sentimental on me, my love. I might just have to leave again, if you act too sweet.” 

      “—— We are here, now. ‘Tis best to left past longings in the past, and delight in what we have now.”

[vireous-old]

it wasn’t uncommon for the sin’dorei to talk to himself; even more so when the dread lord he shared his body with was far more active then usual. they may have been ‘one’ in a sense, but they still were two very distinct personalities. not to mention that one was a ( once ) powerful dreadlord and the other was an elf who... had made his fair share of bad choices in the last several years.

 a reason to why he was attempting to get away from the rest of the world. not that it would honestly work; with the legion, alliance, and everything else going on... it was impossible to get a moments rest. even on ashier, the world he spent more time on, he couldn’t get rest... it was just too difficult to obtain on a legion controlled world.

“if you’re here to kill me. get in line.”

honestly, it was all he could say at the moment as he rubbed at his eyes. the debate he and the dread lord had were numerous, but at least... they could agree on on thing. that no matter what happened... the both of them would survive. 

// @elvhengrey

[inevitableking]

valorcorrupt replied to your post : I came here to pet dogs and fulfill my constant...

Inara has 12 dogs she might share

So does that also come with affection and approval or - 

elvhengrey replied to your post : “I came here to pet dogs and fulfill my constant need for approval and...”

// We had mabaris at Ostgar why not now?

It’s just not fair, I’m telling you. We should have nabbed those pups before heading out.

ofsongsanddaggers replied to your post : “I came here to pet dogs and fulfill my constant need for approval and...”

i have a puppy? you can pet him?

YAS! Lels, this is why you were always our favorite! The very bestest spy, truly.

flame-of-ostwick replied to your post : “I came here to pet dogs and fulfill my constant need for approval and...”

I wouldn't trust Leliana that's probably a nug in disguise ( @ofsongsanddaggers​ )

...wait. (He squints) Leliana, are you lying about your nugs?

[meravaas]

@elvhengrey from [x]

L “This is pointless, we should turn back.”

Sten of the Beresaad had said that to him on more than one occasion. He had known nothing of the Qunari, or of the Qun until he became a Warden.

After the Blight, he had traveled to Par Vollen, to Qunandar. He undertook the journey with Sten at the Qunari’s behest. Together they would inform the Arishok of the Blight, and of the Grey Wardens, those who were charged with stopping it.

Upon their arrival they found out that the Arishok was no more. It was then that Sten stood before his fellow Qunari and declared he would lead them. Surprisingly no one objected the idea.

He had learned much of their culture in his journey.

It left the dalish hunter much to ponder upon once he’d returned home.

All these years later, coming face to face with another Qunari. It was no surprise the young woman reminded him of his old companion.

“I have learned that the only way is the one that you choose. Which direction you go is inconsequential.”

     Freedom of choice is not something Saarebas has known for much      of her life. The Qun dictated where you went, what you did, who was      bred with whom. There were, of course, small personal freedoms, but      even those the Qun had taken from her. A saarebas was not a person,      it was a weapon. A sword had no more freedom to choose what it      did than she had.

     Though now that she is gone, Arvaarad and the karataam long gone,      she does have the freedom to choose her own path.

          It is something that makes her deeply uncomfortable.

     All her adult life she was told exactly what to do, physically leashed      to another being. She is used to having no freedom, used to being      told where to go, what to do, and how to do it. Now it is all gone.      The uncertainty that comes with the freedom she now has is enough      that makes her wish she hadn’t doubted. Her only friends would be      dead had she stayed, and so she does not linger on the regret long.

     “And if your path is chosen for you? Then what choice do you have?”

[invindictae]

elvhengrey replied to your post: Before I forget, I need one day for someone...

// whats he gonna do get even more possessed than he already is?

I mean.... wow... just wow.

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@elvhengrey

   “Oh, hello there!” she couldn’t help but smile. It took a moment for her to speak again because she was in the middle of an apple. Reaching into her basket she offered him one, “Apple?”

[ofthcwilds]

L Tentative fingers slowly began to caress the dark strands of hair. It’s a rare moment, something he’d come to accept with her. She would turn her nose up at this idea of domestication, then later she would find him in his quiet moments and lay with him. Love was so foreign a thing to her. She likened it to weakness. A frivolous human thing.  

Still she felt it all the same, just as he did.

The Hunter had felt like an outsider in this strange land, thrust into the world of men to fight a battle others could not.

He held a great deal of love for his companions, but they did not understand him the way that she did. This world was their world, it was not his or Morrigan’s. They were children of the wilds. Wanderers of lonely paths and seekers of the dark and forgotten places.

A smile crept slowly upon his features, as those emerald eyes left the flames before them, falling slowly to the wondrous sight of those golden hues that peered up at him.

“Ma Vhenan, surely it is not so cold in your tent on this warm evening.”

He raised a brow up mischievously, the look on his face playful and accusing. He followed it up by leaning down pressing his lips softly against her own.

      She prolongs the soft kiss just for long enough to make it a little deeper. Then they part, gaze meeting his once again. Morrigan cannot properly explain to herself what led her there. Wouldn’t it be best if she kept her distance? Creating attachments would only interfere in her purposes later. 

      ('Twas much too late to avoid attachment now, she knew. Though perhaps she could still find it in herself to break it.)

      Her entire life, she had been taught not to create bonds that would bind her, most of all not with men. Flemeth’s view of them had always been rather pragmatic; they were to be sought when there were desires to be sated or a goal that required their use. Otherwise, there was little reason to interact with them at all. He was different from what she expected, though. Morrigan hadn’t been prepared to deal with the likes of him, with one who showed such understanding and care.

      Feelings would only ever get in her way. Love was but a delusion, and idealization that did not exist. Something that, were it to happen, would only make her vulnerable and weak. Morrigan was well aware of that. Then why was she still here? She needn’t become this close to him to fulfill her task. Yet she seeks closeness, even without a purpose, even knowing she should not.

      A hand traces meaningless patterns on his chest, and she returns his playfulness with an innocent look. Not a shadow of her previous thoughts crosses her expression; soon, Morrigan is trying to keep it distant of her mind. “Why, I was most bored in my tent, with so very little to do.”

     “Which led me to wonder if your tent could prove to be more entertaining an alternative.”

[righteousmade]

-steals a kiss during Kissus time-

oh! rare are the moments when affection’s sought - when courage comes to steal at space and steal at lips. a thief! a kiss met with smile, with a glee in broken chuckle muffled by the press of lips. oh, how there is fondness there, warmth in heart and a treasured place — safety as much as safety comes for one who carries with him two names. anders the apostate. anders the grey warden. a kiss returned, gentle hands flat palmed against cloth and armour worn. he teases, grin wide and full of mischief. “ — maker, what will people think? ”