#feretra

[soiasan]

// @feretra

Only two of us left. Hurry. Small house. It’s marked. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Solas wasn’t far from the Emerald Graves when he received the message. He froze as the voice of one of his recent recruits hit his inner ears. Sent telepathically, with blood magic to make up the distance, Solas suspected.

It was a simple mission. Venatori were camping in the area, desecrating elven graves and looking for an artifact they would not find. Solas asked five of his agents to clean up, how did this get so messy?

Solas found the small house mentioned in the message easily. The mage, Gray, who had sounded so panicked, engraved an elven ruin on the front door with magic. The meaning in Trade would be closest to the word wolf.

He walked inside. Blood on the floor, a dangerous amount for one person to lose, especially an elf. He followed the trail to find Gray, the mage, who had no talent for healing, standing over Saffron, an archer, with an ironic arrow in her side. And next to both of them was a human woman who seemed to be trying to help. Solas decided to announce his presence.

“Am I interrupting something?”

[hxllblazer-a]

@feretra but rng'd eivor or whomever ur feeling || sc!

"Don't look now, luv, but got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

[crookedtouch]

@feretra / closed starter.

“ You know, you’re not a bad shot with that little bow of yours. ”

Astarion gestures to the shortbow in question. Thankfully, his back has been sufficiently covered instead of pelted, which still comes as a shock. Relative strangers helping him? Unheard of. Better to praise an archer than wind up with an arrow between his eyes. Still, he cannot resist the bit of teasing that creeps in.

“ Not as good as me, of course, ” he continues, cleaning off and sheathing his daggers at his hips. “ Still, I appreciate it. ”

[shemurder-a]

❛ it's nothing to worry about. ❜ it definitely looks like something to worry about. she swipes a thumb over her bottom lip, smearing fresh blood over her entire lip like a stain. instead of looking alarmed — it doesn't phase her. it normally doesn't anymore. ❛ it'll heal. ❜ / @feretra

[bhaalswn-arch]

I have several little headcanons, but I think favorite and the funniest? Is that Salome and Alkas probably talk — and bicker — in the signed form of the thieves cant when they can’t talk openly about whatever the subject of their conversation is.

Send a headcanon you have about our muses’ relationship and I’ll tell you if I approve of it or not. ( ACCEPTING )

Oh my god, that would be so fucking perfect and yet so hilarious. I can imagine Alkas' hand movements are fast when it comes to bickering. Like trying to possibly make his point clear. Bickering, arguments! That and the body language as Alkas would likely roll their eyes or grin, that sort of thing. How the tongue plays over that bottom lip, something along the lines. There's going to be so many swears when they're bickering ( APPROVED !! )

[bhaalswn-arch]

⛓ ( ah, the thing that almost got salome killed in the first place lol. )

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter. ( ACCEPTING )

You both wear your new engagement rings; two golden brands with bloodstones adorned on top. You can't stop looking at the ring. "I don't know why you agreed to this..." You say, looking over at Salome. "I mean, agreeing to be married to some stranger you barely know." And you know what will happen in the end. Death. A beautiful slaughter as you make a different vow, one that is a reverse to: Until Death do us Part. "Well, I assume you know as much as any when you came into contract." / @feretra

[bhaalswn-arch]

🔪

send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone. ( ACCEPTING )

Your hands are sore, another burn to your finger. A misfire. You curse underneath your breath as you examine your index finger. Another minor burn to the collection. Collection of mishaps. One hand is on your hip while your head tilts to her direction. "Listen, not my best, but I did in fact murder the dickhead." You saw, your other hand doing a sweeping motion towards the dead guy who laid there, choking on his own blood. Or had choked. He'd been burnt too. Just on the side there, by the shoulder. "You got anything to say, anything at all?" You eye at Salome. Blood was on your cheek, splattered up so that some of it got on your forehead and such. A display of a recent killing. However, it was self-defence. Another Absolute goon.

[bhaalswn-arch]

🙌 salome throwing herself onto the pile of folks who gonna choke dis boy

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat. ( accepting !! )

"Salome——!!" You were more surprised than anything as Salome attempted to choke you. Both on the floor, Salome on top with fingers right at your throat. Laying there, you look up, your brows furrowed together. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the attempt. But yet it seems like it was working, you felt your airways slightly restricted. "Ngh, not bad."