#fadelilted

[theharellan]

@fadelilted​: "it seems now that i am the one who takes up too much of your time-- go on then, before the sun rises again and we're made to return to 'serious' activities rather than games of strategy. good night, lethallen." perhaps it's tiredness, or a feeling of kinship, but when mahanon makes to leave, he does stop to place a quick kiss to the mage's brow, a quiet 'blessing' of sorts following in his wake when he exited. " may you dream in peace. "

He wears the late hour upon his face, eyes heavy with neglected rest. A smile turns one corner of his lips, the other anchored in place by the butt of his wrist. “The words of a man who knows he is losing,” he teases. His eyes fall shut as Mahanon leans forward, going perfectly still until his shadow passes over Solas. “Until tomorrow night, then. Good night, lethallin.”

[gynvaell]

"I'd rather be proud, than be a coward."

                         * /  @fadelilted

                Spoken  like  a  true  elf,  to  which  captured  Eldain’s  interest  &  gave  rise  to  delight,  a  smile  slowly  peaking  past  his  customary  scowl.  It  was  their  curse  as  much  as  it  was  a  blessing,  really,  their  pride  of  elves.  ❛  You’ve  no  other  choice.  Weakness  is  not  an  option.  ❜  

[theharellan]

@fadelilted​ sent: " it's not finished quite yet, but i thought perhaps you might appreciate something to take with you as you traveled-- one can never have too many pouches, i've found." he's still stitching delicate flowers into the cloth of the drawstring pouch, a simple brown bag with a pale green lining, but he'd wanted to show the work so far, to see what the other thought.

“I’ve often found the same.” The bag on his back often sags with the weight of his belongings, cramped with journals and herbs and everything else he might need in his travels. Solas reaches out, careful not to disturb the thread as he runs one finger over it. “It’s beautiful. You have a talent for sewing. I shall almost feel guilty spoiling it with my meager belongings.”

[eatrude]

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[torquentor]

@fadelilted​ said:   "It's fine--- nothing i haven't dealt with before."   for injury starters !!

the divine is unconvinced.   for a time he stares, empty eyes somehow so full of judgement, and then he announces that:        ❝  i have dealt with forced removal of my heart, whilst i was fully awake and conscious; does that mean i would be fine with it happening again?      mm.  no.   it reeks like an abattoir in here, inquisitor, let me take you to a healer. i insist:  i simply couldn’t find time to mourn you if you perished from this, among all my godly duties .. which would be a crying shame ...  ❞ 

[maharassan-arch]

@fadelilted​ asked:  "i remember when you were still too little to draw a bow properly... so determined to be a fierce hunter... and yet you'd always want a story by the fire..."

        ❝ Too determined, if you asked Ashalle or the Keeper. The forests called to me and I was so desperate to learn, to prove I can do it and join the hunters...I can’t believe that you remember that. ❞

        Chuckles escape her lips as she shakes her head. Ashera was too prideful and too stubborn then. Just a girl trying to prove that she can do anything she set her mind on. She followed the hunters around camp, always trying to be the first to see them off and greet them once they returned. Mahanon had it the worst out of them all. She gravitated towards him, following him around and asking questions about whatever was on her mind. Oh goodness, did she have many questions. He could have gotten tired of all the questions and she wouldn’t have noticed. She was so curious.

        It’s strange to think of those days and to look at them now; Warden-Commander and Inquisitor. Bound by duty, forging paths others didn’t think possible, standing as elven figureheads in a human-led world. The old times in camp seem so far behind them now. Reality settles when she feels the weight of her armor pressing against her. Brown eyes move back to her kin as she takes his hand, squeezing gently. ❝ Oh, the stories! It brought everyone together for a while and that’s what I wanted most back then. Learning of elven heroes with your family by your side? I wouldn’t have traded it for anything else. ❞ A small smile rises on her lips.  ❝ I miss it sometimes. The simplicity of the clan...do you? ❞

[altuspavus]

@fadelilted​ said: “You look like you could use a coffee.”

          It took Dorian an embarrassingly long moment to process what Mahanon had said. That was never a good sign, but luckily enough, it was one which Dorian could keep silent and secret. The less which was known about that, the better. Once he had understood and processed the words, his hands all but flew up to touch his face beneath his eyes.

          „ Do I truly look so terrible !? I thought that I looked fine this morning ! ” Because Dorian would not admit that he had been slow to catch what was said to him, nor would he admit that he had been drifting — both his thoughts as well as himself, dangerously close to sleep. No, none of that would do. It simply had to be about his appearance. There was a level of relative safety in such an idea.

         „ Besides, I don’t drink coffee, I much prefer tea. ” Of course he did.

[dalishflame]

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS

For @fadelilted​ - Accepting

“Everyone's Immortal, until they're not.”

“ Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind far too many times to be comfortable lately. All the dangerous shit we got up to as children doesn’t seem nearly as funny now, does it? ”