#falin-nimleth

[lcthallin]

@falin-nimleth || (x)

falin-nimleth:

“It’s just that I am very surprised to see a fellow Dalish here.” Falin smoothed the fabric of her sleeve, while smiling shyly at the man in front of her.

Having just arrived at Skyhold, the long hike up the mountains was still lingering in her limbs. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed from the cold and her hand holding her staff was quite numb.

Nelras chuckled, “I suppose word has not reached some areas that the so-called Herald of Andraste is Dalish, then.  That is good.  I enjoy seeing the shock on people’s faces when I introduce myself.  It is especially fun to horrify Chantry sisters, though I have been told I should not say so out loud.”

He gave an exaggerated flourishing bow---something Josephine had been making him practice---and grinned.  “Aneth ara.  I am Nelras Lavellan, unwilling Herald of Andraste, and begrudging Inquisitor.  It is good to see another of the people here.”

[dragonagedmage-archived]

➺ (I hope this is okay, it seemed like a good starter for me? Ignore if you don't want it)

Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.

With one last strike of lightning, he struck down the last of his adversaries, watching to make sure that they were as dead as they seemed. He stumbled back, dropping to his knees, both hands on his staff to keep himself upright.

He should have been more carefully, could have easily avoided the stumbling, reckless steps of the bandit before they could come close to him and inflicted such a wound. He’d been careless and this was the price he was paying.

The wound to his side was deep, cause his breath to rattle  and pain rush through him with every breath.

This was bad.

@falin-nimleth

[aylenlavellan]

♛ : Sharing a dessert, because they have both a sweet tooth :3

♛ : Sharing a dessert

Sweets

"Psst. Lethallan. Falin.”

The voice came from behind the drapes in the halls where Aylen had hid. Josephine had had the great idea to have a small feast at Skyhold that evening to welcome some visiting nobles. Very important people, apparently: but that didn’t change they were making her all kinds of uncomfortable with their strange conversation.

So the Inquisitor had decided to sneak away from them as soon as she could to hide behind the drapes by the dessert table, and from her spot she could grab all kinds of sweets that were supposed to be for the end of the feast- but screw that, she was the bloody Inquisitor she’d grab as many as she pleased.

She called for Falin again, until she was close enough for Aylen to grab her arm and drag her behind the heavy drapes with her. Her other hand was already occupied with a plate of chocolate-... chocolate whatever. She didn’t know what it was but it was amazing.

“Keep me company. Those crazy nobles are looking for me,” she murmured quietly, smirking playfully like a child playing hide and seek. She then offered the plate with dessert. “Want some? I have no idea what it’s called but I’ve been stuffing myself with it since I hid here.”

[kaaras-adaar-a]

回

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

回 = patching a wound . 

Kaaras hissed as the bandage was wrapped around his leg. He’d had a nasty fall of his mount in the rain, and managed to land on a few rocks. No bones were broken, but he definitely couldn’t walk on his leg for the next few days. It was swollen and sprained, and some of the rocks had managed to leave a few good cuts along his leg.

His boots were aside as he was in the infirmary tent. It wasn’t Asaara’s (his hart’s) fault. The weather had taken a turn for the worst, and the rocks became slippery. She’d lost her footing, he’d fallen off and it was a miracle nothing was actually broken at all. 

Biting his lower lip, he watched as the woman cleaned the cuts and started putting the tourniquet around his ankle. “How long do you think I’m going to be off it for?” he asked, concerned that their travel time was going to be delayed now no thanks to this. No one was at fault, but he felt like a pain in the arse to everyone else over the whole thing. 

Here was the Inquisitor, taken down by a busted leg from a fall off his mount. He wasn’t really ashamed, it could have happened to anyone, it was just an inconvenience. 

[lcthallin]

❛ Forgive me for staring… ❜ (I hope it's okay to just jump in :D)

// it’s absolutely okay! //

“I have become accustomed to being stared at, since I left home.  You need not ask forgiveness, lethallan.”

Nelras offered the other elf an encouraging smile, leaning slightly on his staff.

[lcthallin]

✨(we never interacted before, but I would love to)😃 (I want to plot with you)

I’d love to rp with you!  Hit me up any time for a thread, and feel free to send in memes when I reblog them! <3

[aylenlavellan]

🦉🍭 ?

ASK MY MUSE ABOUT THEIR BODIES AND MINDS!

🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?

Answered c:

🍭 - Describe your perfect partner. Head to toe. Flaw to feature.

Well, that was a difficult one. “I can’t just describe a partner in such a specific way: in the end, every person is different, and the reasons I fall in love with someone are different. There is no perfect partner, really. It all depends.”

She sighed, thinking of what she could say to describe a partner. “I think, what’s most important for me is someone I can be myself with. Someone I can trust, someone with whom I feel safe and comfortable to share the deepest parts of me. Someone that takes me for who I am, not just seeing what they might like but also recognizing the things about me that are not pretty or perfect or nice. If I’m to be myself with someone and share myself with them, I want to be able to be vulnerable with them, as well as being strong with them and just... be, in every sense. I want to be with them, not just with them.”

[fearunfulfillment-blog]

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing💚- A memory that makes them feel guilt

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

It’s the way his face falls when he realizes what they’ve done, it’s the smugness of his grin as it morphs into a slack jaw look of surprise. It’s also the noise he makes when their fist connects to his face- “I didn’t need magic to do that.” They laugh, as pure offense etches into his face, and he sputters in his anger at them. They laugh as he runs to play tattle tale on them with the Keeper. They laugh.

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilt

“You won’t be coming back, will you.” It wasn’t a question so much a statement of fact. The Keepers hands tangled in their hair, preening them like a mother bird to her child- and they just pushed her hand away indignantly in response. “I’ll let you all know the conclusion of the conclave, you don’t have to worry.”

She sighs, and there’s a look of upset that Bryn can’t bear to look at so they look to the ground, focusing on any thing that may be of slight interest. “I don’t doubt that you will, lethalin. I just know you won’t be coming back to the clan once you’re gone, I always hoped that if you became Keeper- you would stay and-”

“That’s selfish of you.” They’re being harsher than they should to the woman who became more like their mother than their mother had been- They know they’re being harsh, and they’re afraid to hurt her feelings... but they’re more afraid of her talking them out of it all.

“I know.”

“I’ll let the clan know the outcome of the conclave, don’t worry. You’ll hear from me again soon enough-” They adjust the shoulder of their pack, taking in a breath and contemplating, “there’s more for us than what we have, Keeper. I’m not going to limit myself to this life.”