#fitztrevelyan

[dreadwxlf]

@fitztrevelyan​ sent:  ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞

   ~   A chuckle leaves his lips at the remark. “ Perhaps not good poetry, but I suppose that is true. Do you say that because you happen to be drunk...midday? ” ~

[thebloodychampion]

@fitztrevelyan

Iorveth and Mistral Incorrect Quotes:

Iorveth: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise Mistral: I beg to differ Iorveth: Then Beg 

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Mistral: How many kids do you have? Iorveth: Biologically, emotionally, or legally? 

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Iorveth: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Mistral: What did you do? Iorveth: Nobody died. Mistral: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?! 

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Iorveth: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Mistral: Mistral: Iorveth, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Iorveth: *Sips coffee from bowl* 

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Iorveth: God, give me patience. Mistral: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Iorveth: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead. 

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Iorveth: I’m going to take you out Mistral: great, it’s a date! Iorveth: I meant that as a threat. Mistral: See you at five!

[torntrutha]

@fitztrevelyan​​​​​​​​​ :   🤭 Tickle my muse (for Ciri) —     nonverbal  !    /     definitely  always  accepting  .

It’s  nice    ...     for  once  in  Ciri’s  hectic  life.    To  just  sit  around.    Without  the  newest  guise  of  Empress.    Just  Ciri,   fingers  reaching  up  to  touch  the  scar  on  her  face  like  she  forgot  it  was  there.    Her  head  is  leaning  against  the  tree.    Somewhere  in  the  distance  a  cow  moos.    She  smiles,   just  the  slightest.

Hand  falls  away  from  her  scar.   Blue  eyes  track  the  other  woman  moving  in.   One  of  Ciri’s  eyebrows  raise.    It’s  been  awhile  since  she’s  had  any  playful  fun.   She  doesn’t  get  to  see  Geralt  or  Cerys  very  often  anymore.    So  yeah,   she  definitely  doesn’t  even  stop  Mistral,   it  truly  doesn’t  register  until  Mistral’s  hands  are  on  her  side  and  Ciri  is  laughing  lightly.   Her  own  hands  reach  up.    She  actually  absolutely  wraps  the  other  woman  into  a  full-fledged  hug  before  pushing  them  both  to  the  ground.

[carelessgraces]

@fitztrevelyan said: ❝ I can be charming. I charmed you, didn’t I? ❞ (cocky cousin) ( cruel prince sentence starters | accepting )

She lets out a snort of amusement, eyebrows arched, eyes dancing with mirth. “Don’t get too excited,” Astoria warns. “I’m still not entirely convinced.” 

     But it’s a lie and anyone listening knows it. She doesn’t even try to sell it; she wrinkles her nose, pretends to be annoyed, but she lets out a sigh and gestures for Mistral to move past her. “Be charming, then,” she says dryly, but her eyes are still alight with laughter. “If you want to wade into whatever that is, then be my guest. It saves me the trouble of having to deal with that many Orlesians.” 

     All around them is noise and movement, aristocrats keeping a careful eye on their movements, their interactions. Even the most lighthearted teasing and humor carries meaning here; the Game is incessant, and Astoria is well-enough versed in it to know that even the slightest and most innocent neglect of the countless rules and expectations can lead to disaster.

     But... but. If anyone can handle this, it’s Mistral. Astoria has seen how she moves through the world. She wonders if part of it is, simply, that a bastard moves differently than a legitimate daughter — constantly aware of how her history might be used against her.

     “Make me proud,” she teases. “I trust you.”

     ( An admission she doesn’t make lightly. )

[fitztrevelyan]

"Some days 

I’m more WOLF than WOMAN

and I’m still learning 

how to stop apologizing 

for my wild”

Canon divergent Trevelyan penned by Em. 

credits

[oflyrium-andlove]

❛  have  you  lost  something  again ?  ❜ (from @fitztrevelyan or even Cullen u decide)

@fitztrevelyan

Besides my mind, you mean? The curt reply was on the tip of his tongue when he bit it back. He knew his irritation to be more a product of his own mounting stress than actually directed at the woman before him. It was a stress that seemed to grow in direct proportion to the pile of missives on his desk that multiplied every time he looked at it. 

Shifting himself from where his weight had been bearing down against the desk and back up into a standing position, he raked a hand slowly over his face.  “I was just penning a response to the Lady Ambassador and now it seems to have vanished off the face of Thedas.” 

The Commander did not mention that he strongly suspected foul play in its disappearance, especially after the barrage of pranks he had been victim to lately. With a sigh, he crossed his arms over his chest in hopes of imitating an ease that he did not truly feel. “Though I do not suppose you came all the way here to help me search. What can I do for you?”

[pellelavellan-a]

“Give me five seconds to think of a lie then I can explain EVERYTHING!” Bc I want Pelle to have a good laugh, and she’s so up for a shenanigan

He blinks, staring at her with a twinge of concern.

"Wait what did you do??"

[chaotiicgoods]

@fitztrevelyan​ said: ❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had the power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞ for Ciri, if u like :-) IT’S ALL ABOUT THE YEARNING | NOT ACCEPTING

Ciri can’t help but laugh at these words. She’s not even sure of what to say. Her life is a mess, and even more since she’s running away from the Wild Hunt. She misses her family so damn much, but it’s the only way to keep them safe. She’s a threat for everyone, and she hates it.

“I don’t know, honestly.” She admits with a shrug. “I just wish I could be with everyone I love sometimes, instead of being on the run all the time.”