#falros

[ghostlyintellect]

[biggs-regretti]

Tragic Hero

[hyperbali]

for the mini fic thing, "things you said when you thought i was asleep" for falros+qilue

Falling in love was, hands down, the worst decision they’d ever made.

Or, well–it hadn’t really been a decision, had it? So many nights of being trapped out there on that mountain, the snows getting worse, danger at every hour, the need to be on guard…

…And…they shouldn’t have volunteered to set their watches up so closely. Or stayed awake when their shift was over. Or kept doing it, night after night, just to get a little more time alone with him without Parsnip’s curious glances or Droxin’s all-too-knowing little grins…

Qilue really didn’t have anyone to blame but themself. They knew better, they knew not to get involved, but they’d gone on the little “adventure” to try and delay Titania’s missive as much as possible, then it became so much bigger than anyone could have thought, and Falros was–he was–different.

Honest to a fault, so sincere, and far too much of a smooth-talker than anyone with a naiveté like his had any right to be. A matter of months really wasn’t such a long time, especially when one lived a life like Qilue’s, but he had completely, utterly, irrevocably…changed them.

There was still so much he didn’t know–couldn’t know–and it had to come out, eventually, if they were going to be a…well, if he knew…if he had even the faintest inkling of what they’d done…

Qilue groaned quietly, dropping their head against their knees. Even though they’d been awake for what felt like hours–and what hell that was, rising with the first wink of the sun–they still couldn’t bring themself to get up out of bed. Through the curtain of their hair, they peeked down at their side; Falros, the deepest sleeper they’d ever met, still dozed away with his back to them.

They counted the freckles down his spine again; thirty-two in total, though if they included the large splotches all grouped together, it was more like fifty-four. Eyeing him, counting his features and taking note of them, seemed to calm their racing mind more than anything else. They’d started a third time before noticing Mri’kul glaring at them from across the room, banished to a cushion in the corner after he’d ‘accidentally’ clawed Falros in the hip. Again.

“So.” He stretched himself out from wingtip to toe, yawning hugely and drawing out the silence as obnoxiously as possible. “Is this the day we leave the fish behind?”

Qilue sighed, lifting their head enough to let him see their annoyed stare. “No.”

“No?” He lifted his head in defiance, curling his tail back. “Not today, then? You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Ah–right. You’re waiting for the opportune time. Maybe let him get distracted with that great big dog of a man, or the little shiny dwarf, and when he isn’t paying attention–”

“I’m not waiting for a distraction, hin.”

Mri’kul nearly smiled. “You’re going to leave while he’s watching? Oh, that will just be too–”

“We AREN’T–” Qilue took a slow breath, pausing before quieting back down again. “We aren’t leaving Falros. Not today, not tomorrow…”

“…So, when?”

They looked down at him again, watched the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders as he slept, and hesitated before reaching out to tangle their fingers in his hair.

“Never,” they breathed out, closing their eyes as they lifted a lock of hair to their lips. “I’ll parade him for the Court, I’ll show him to the children, and they all will know he is mine…

“…as I am his.”

Falros shuddered a little, and Qilue pulled the blankets higher, tucking them close to keep him warm–though they couldn’t see the way he smiled to himself, blinking back his tears.

[hyperbali]

drawing qilue is too much fun

and i decided to try my hand at what the triplets might look like when they’re older

[biggs-regretti]

Can it get any gayer?  The answer is yes, yes it can. 

[hyperbali]

Doodled a bit on the plane.

Reynan vs the Sathara, Qilue looking at an old bound sketchbook (which had a sketch of a smiling Reynan) while Reynan talks to them from the ring, SOME GOOD CUDDLES…

And a few more ideas for the new stretch of the campaign. New character is Seven, Mari’s storm sorcerer water genasi :>

[hyperbali]

whyswhoswhats said: falros as a grey warden or a templar or what

...yes hello, my name is bali, have we met before??

i’ve been mostly thinking of qilue-as-inquisitor in terms of them going into it running solo (possible romances and all) since biggs hasn’t played dragon age and isn’t at all familiar with the (long...very long....super extensive...) lore, but mari and i have been sort of giving them a crash course after i was like QUNARI FALROS THO

i think they settled on tal vashoth mage for him?

[hyperbali]

for fun, i decided to save my steps to show progression on this one. i’m pretty proud of it tbh