#frcstwarden

[leatherfangs]

@frcstwarden gets a surprise starter ;

Liddy was still learning the finer points of life outside the Qun, and she took to it like a rapt pupil. Things like gardening for the sake of aesthetics baffled her in the best of ways, while ballroom dances seemed to almost intimidate her. Tea was yet another novelty, and she watched as Helena prepared the drink. "But they're leaves. You just put dried leaves in there. How is it supposed to taste good if you're just drinking re-wetted dry leaves?"

[scriptorxfabularum]

@frcstwarden asked: ★ for several muses to shower together (Alistair and Zev when on the road probably)

     ZEVRAN HAD ONE ARM ACROSS the edge of the stone tub, behind Helena’s back, and the fingers of his other hand slowly trailed up her arm, and down, and up, and down. Barely a touch at all. All the while watching how, on her other side, Alistair’s hand wandered. A little hesitant, like he wasn’t quite sure if he was allowed to touch.

     He reached out over Helena, tilting Alistair’s face towards her with one finger, nudging her closer to him with the hand resting behind her. “Do not be afraid to take what you want, mi amor,” he said in a soft voice, before dropping his hand into the water, running his fingers up the inside of Helena’s thigh. Leaning in closer, his lips brushed her pulse point as his fingers trailed up further, going slow enough that she could stop him at any moment if she wished.

     Alistair’s hand came to rest on the swell of her breast, his thumb twitching against her skin as he kissed her deeply, unsure if he wanted only to touch or grab. In the end, he ended up cupping one breast, thumb brushing her nipple.

     A soft hum rumbled in Zevran’s throat, the sound sending a ripple of warmth across the damp skin of her neck. “Ah… there he is,” he murmured, his lips ghosting against her jaw as if Alistair’s touch was a performance he’d been waiting for. “See, my love, our dear Warden does know how to use those hands.”

     The comment made Alistair’s blush deepen, but it didn’t stop him. His palm curved more firmly against her, the water lapping around them as he shifted closer. “I’m… learning,” he muttered against her lips, his other hand brushing the slick line of her hip under the water.

     Zevran’s fingers retraced the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, coaxing her knees to part just a little more beneath the surface. “Hmm, very good,” he praised, his eyes flicking from her flushed face to Alistair’s. “We can teach each other many things, no?”

extensive polyamory prompts || Accepting

[miss-polly]

@frcstwarden ;

Not a minute ago, the sound of cat claws had sounded on the stones as Marius chased a mouse. Polly ran after him, bursting into Helena's office without thinking, looking from side to side. It took a moment before she remembered herself, and her face burned bright red. "Pardon me! I'm so sorry!"

She bowed low, but couldn't keep her eyes on Helena for long. "My cat, you see, he, er -- I heard him run in here, and he'd been missing all morning. Did you -- that is, have you seen him? He's white, got a sort of funny look on his face all the time?"

[bushelofmuses]

📚 (Myrna and @frcstwarden)

For Random Dialogue from Nearby Books: Dungeon Crawler Carl

"We blew up half the dungeon! That's gotta count for something, don't you think?" she asked excitedly. They could have certainly done worse with their little adventure, but at least they made their point.

Don't fuck with them, being said point.

She only wished she could have been there to see their faces when it went up in smoke.

[draelith]

@frcstwarden and cullen

The commander of the Inquisition was no longer a Templar, yet he had been placed at Helena's side to ensure that she had not returned from the Fade with a demon. Cullen was relieved that she had returned at all. He knew her from before and still felt indebted to her (in his eyes) for saving him from the mad mages and their demons back then. And if he could watch over her here, perhaps protecting her from the same fate, he would do so. When she stirred, Cullen looked up thoughtfully from his papers. He was sitting not far from her bed. It took a while longer for her to open her eyes, but Cullen was there. Waiting. “How are you?” he asked as he quietly moved his chair closer to the bed, watching her. He couldn't see any signs of a demon, but that didn't mean anything yet. “Do you need something to drink?”

[bloodlaurel]

Also Lena and Cullen, if you wish

If They Had a Kid Meme @frcstwarden

Name: Seona Rutherford

Gender: Female (she/her)

General Appearance: Blonde hair (wavy) and brown eyes. She has her mother's freckles everywhere. She would probably be 5'8 when an adult.

Personality: Little firecracker. Stubborn as hell. She's very much a daddy's girl so Cullen could probably get her to do what she's told slightly easier than Lena could. Wanted to join the fight with her parents when VG rolled around and was very annoyed to be told she was too young for that.

Special Talents: She probably would want to train to be a soldier from a young age. By the time she's an adult she is pretty skilled with a sword as well as with a quarterstaff.

Who they like better: Cullen

Who they take after more: Helena

Personal Headcanon: Cullen wanted to give name her after a Divine like Beatrix or Amara but Lena probably put her foot down so she got a more traditional Ferelden name.

[bloodlaurel]

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them. (cullen, either verse)

The Shoulder Touch @frcstwarden

He was on the battlements with his soldiers when he heard the beat of wings. In a moment, Cullen felt like he was back at Haven, watching an archdemon descend from the sky on them all. This time, there was nowhere to run, nowhere to shelter, no time for any clever ideas or enough, snow - or sand - to bury the whole Blighted fortress.

And Helena was up there. He had spotted the flash of blonde hair in the corner of his eye as he helped to fight through demons and possessed Wardens alike. She wouldn't be anywhere but right at the centre of it all. A second archdemon for her to fell.

Cullen fought like he was possessed. Nothing else mattered but making a path forwards. He couldn't let himself register the ache and tiredness in his sword arm as he hacked through whatever was put in front of him. If Helena was going to fight an archdemon then he would be beside her even if he died in the slaying of it. He needed to get to her. He'd carve through every Grey Warden in Adamant if he had to.

And then the sky flashed that sickly green.

By the time he had carved his way to the edge of the fortress, all that was left was rubble and Clariel's broken body. Helena was gone. The archdemon was gone.

His whole body shook. Cullen wasn't sure whether from exhaustion or the fear of what had happened to Helena. She couldn't just be gone. He didn't want to believe she was trapped amongst rubble, crushed, or lying broken at the bottom of the drop. The other idea, that she was once more pulled into the Fade, he wasn't sure if that was worse or better than her being dead or dying.

Reluctantly, he retreated. The battle was nominally won even if they lost the most important person in it. Orders had to be issued. Surviving Wardens had to be dealt with. He could lose himself in work and shove off the realisation of loss until it could no longer be. By then, he hoped he would be alone.

Yet as soon as he set foot in the courtyard, another flash of that bright green light had him shielding his eyes. In a second it was gone again but the air seemed to buzz with magic. He only remembered feeling something similar back in Kinloch, when the Fade had been rent asunder and demons were allowed to pour out amongst the innocent.

He didn't remember moving forwards until he was in front of Helena. He didn't remember anything except the sight of her, bloodstained and tired but very much alive. Only when her eyes met his did he find himself faltering. All words had flown from his mind. He could only stand and stare at her, mentally cataloguing every smear of blood and dirt on her. He was fretting, he knew it, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed to know she was alright. He needed to see she wasn't bleeding from a hidden wound. Maker knew what happened to her in the Fade.

Her hand on his shoulder steadied him. His hand found her's on his shoulder, warm even through the leather of his gloves.

"I-" Cullen swallowed around the lump that had welled in his throat. "I'm glad you're safe."

[archaeval]

What drew me? Oh heck, I can't even remember. I used to rp with Polly forever ago and when you stopped rping, I stayed because you were so sweet. Followed your other blogs and was content that way. I was thrilled when you had the muse to come back.

WHAT DREW YOU IN & WHAT MADE YOU STAY // @frcstwarden ;

You know who else is sweet? YOU! Are a delight to know and I am so glad you're still here writing Lena, she's my love