#favourite passages

[wintrowes]

this passage in assassin’s apprentice is always on my mind

[elveny]

Five Favourite Passages from 2020

I got tagged by @kunstpause​ and @noire-pandora​, thank you so much! ♥

I tried to find things throughout the year. Some are recent, some are older, and some are very explicit, so reader discretion is advised. These are really just a sample, there are actually a lot of lines or passages I love. I’m rather fond of the Fade passage in this chapter, for example, the start of this chapter or the whole smut part here.

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In no specific order:

From this chapter of Into the Abyss (DA2):

The low, blue glow was mesmerizing and beautiful, she had always thought so. There was a slight shimmer in it that she could lose herself in, and now that she had started to hear it, the song in the back of her mind got louder. It was a strange melody, wistful and yearning. She knew that she could never even try to reproduce it, but it plucked at her heart in a way she would have been hard-pressed to describe. It felt like a forgotten, beautiful memory of a beloved place, like the feeling left behind by a loving embrace that had to end, and for a second, Adriene forgot how to breathe as she tried to capture that feeling, give it form and words.

 A soft touch on her shoulder brought her back to reality with a sharp tug.

 Adriene blinked and she took a deep breath as she looked up at Anders. A soft smile was in the corner of his mouth. Still caught in the desperate longing of the melody, she found herself staring at his lips, the full curve of his lower lip, the dimple in his cheek from his smile, and her heart stumbled. It was not the first time the urge to kiss him had welled up in her, but somehow, it felt closer to the surface, a by-now familiar mix of sadness, unfulfilled feeling, and desire.

From Splintered (FFXIV):

They called it a Calamity.

A catastrophe that threatened to sunder the world.

Adriene always felt like it did not quite match the feeling that had accompanied it. Calamity sounded too soft for the ragged, raw pain inside her, for the shards that resided where her heart had been that seemed to rip apart her chest with every breath.

I’ll put the rest under a cut for length and smuttiness ;)

From Embers (DAI):

With her arm cradled tightly against her chest, cold sweat on her forehead, she stared at Solas’ murals, trying to breathe through the pain. The shadows from the single candle she had brought flickered across the walls, making the figures dance in their wake.

“I still miss you, vhenan,” she whispered into the darkness as the pain finally subsided. High above, a raven cawed once, twice, then silence fell again. “I wonder if I will ever stop missing you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath as the Anchor flared up, blinking against the threatening tears. “But then again... probably not.” Her voice was barely audible. “Not at least if ‘ever’ stops with my death. Since it’s not so far away anymore.”

Lyssa bit her lip as she looked at the glowing, pulsating mark on her palm. She had no illusions about what would happen in the next few weeks. The speed with which the Anchor had spread throughout her had increased, and a few times, she had already felt her heart reacting to it with uncontrolled racing and painful stumbles. The mark would kill her. Soon.

“I always thought you to be strong. And I know that you see yourself that way, too. But it looks like... I’m stronger after all.” She looked up again, her eyes wandering over the pictures that she knew so very well. Oh, how she would miss them. “Because you left, while I stayed to see my beloved die. And whatever else I can blame myself for — I was at his side when he fell. But you... you’re not here.”

There could have been bitterness to her words, but she felt like she had lost that a long time ago. The only thing left was sadness.

She stood up and walked over to the unfinished mural that he had left behind. “Maybe you’ll come back to finish it once the Inquisition is gone,” she murmured, laying her hand against the soothingly cool stone. “I like to imagine that you will.”

Slowly, she turned, looking towards the desk where she had placed the pieces of the orb before she left the room in darkness and silence.

Maybe he would return here to finish his work. Maybe he would find the pieces of the broken orb. Maybe he would remember her by them.

Maybe he would remember her.

From Where The Heart Is (FFXIV):

He had no idea how long it took until a shred of self-awareness came back, a spark within the fire that was the Dragon. It barely lasted a second before the agony was stronger again and he fled again into the darkness where the Dragon didn’t reach.

For a while, he drifted, content to rest in the darkness, curled into himself. With this task accomplished, my toils shall finally be at an end… the words swirled somewhere inside him, around him, soothing in their certainty. Finally at an end. He was sure he just had to let go and it would indeed be an end, but the darkness was velvety and warm around him and he felt content where he was, so why should he? He let the darkness slide through his fingers — or the memory of his fingers, he didn’t know nor did he care. Silken and soft, like water. Or strands of hair.

Hair so dark it was nearly black as he threaded his fingers through it, knuckles brushing over the skin underneath, the touch sending a shiver over her.

He stirred at the memory, another spark of his self alight in the darkness as longing surged up, a puddle compared to the sea of agony in which Nidhogg raged, but for some reason, it did not get lost again.

He clung to it, to that spark of self-awareness and the longing, for he instinctively knew that it was a part of him he could not lose again. And slowly, he coaxed the spark back to a flame, collecting more and more sparks. Splinters of memories from which he built himself up again.

From In Heat (FFXIV):

At first, M’ajah wasn’t even aware that she kept murmuring Eremia’s name as she urged against him, half plea, half demand. It was only when he snarled, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh at the junction of her shoulder and neck, causing her voice to break in a soft wail that she realized how much she had lost herself in his touches already. But the sharp pain only heightened the pleasure that shot through her the next second as Eremia positioned her just like he wanted her and she felt him breach her with one deep thrust.

She clawed at his shoulder, actually  clawed at him, at the sensations running through her as he started to move with a low, deep-throated groan. It was nothing like anything she had felt before. Eremia had her pressed against the wall in a way that barely allowed her any movement to meet his fast, hard thrusts. This was more than she wanted, it was what she needed. She had no idea anymore where she ended and he began, and the sounds falling from her lips were unrestrained and desperate as her release was nearly within reach.

[ineggshellseas]

But on awakening from these moments, I would find safely clutched in my hands the orange, conjured up from some deep part of myself, and I would hug the dog saying ´our worlds wait outside`.

“Love Orange”, Olive Senior

[hubblegleeflower]

wine glasses into the kitchen. He wondered if the tendrils of unspoken words had always hung so thickly between them, even before, and he was only noticing them now, or if they were a new development. Or indeed if every human interaction was always swathed in these translucent veils made of all the monumental things they did not say, veils which might sway slightly in the puffs of air made by the trivial things they chose to voice, but always settled back again.

I can’t remember who tagged me to highlight my favourite passages from fic I’ve written, but this one is playing on my mind tonight.

@addictedstilltheaddict @shylockgnomes @justacookieofacumberbatch @missdaviswrites @ggaypilot

What passages are YOU most proud of?

[miaspicsquotes]

Der Kuss

Der Kuss sagte mehr als tausend Worte. Er war ein Versprechen für die Zukunft, er sagte, dass er sie auf ewig lieben würde.

-Lizzy (Cinderellas Tochter)

[miaspicsquotes]

Happy End

Wenn es ein Happy End doch wirklich geben sollte, dann war dies ein solcher Moment. Der Augenblick in dem ich mir endlich sicher war, dass ich diese Frau bis zu meinem Lebensende lieben könnte - lieben würde. Dass ich mir dieser Frau für immer zusammen sein wollte.

- der Milliardär - Verliebt, vertragt, ver...

[miaspicsquotes]

My dear godfather

"Whats that?" Uncle Vernon snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign,..." "It's not". said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather." "Godfather?" spluttered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!" "Yes, I have", said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check I'm happy..." And grinning broadley at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off towards the stadtion exit. - Harry Potter & The Prisoner of Azkaban

[miaspicsquotes]

Rettungsboot

Sie befand sich im Rettungsbott und versank im Blick dieses Mannes, sagte alles, was sie immer hatte sagen wollen, alles, von dem sie niemals geglaubt hätte, dass sie es sagen wollte, und all das, ohne auch nur ein Wort zu sprechen. - Über uns der Himmel, unter uns das Meer