#hallagold

[spitedriven]

continued from here | @hallagold

He shouldn't blush. And maybe, were it coming from anyone else, he wouldn't. But Teia...

Teia was, as always, something special.

Lucanis' cheeks reddened, though his attention stayed on the blade he was sharpening. It wasn't in bad shape, and he knew Teia could take care of her own blades, but he also recognized the occasional want for company and flimsy excuse one might use to keep it.

Maker help them, the Crows were nothing but lonely creatures.

"Don't you ever just... want someone?" His eyes trace over the fine edge of the blade in his hands, whetstone slow and steady as he runs it against the dagger. "Don't you get lonely sometimes?"

[afraidofchange]

Ilona, rumor has it that it took you all of three seconds to cave and bottom for a certain detective.

@hallagold | rumour has it.

"... well... have you seen Neve Gallus? I'd let her bend me over just about anything, at this point."

[bolyde]

Teia ( @hallagold) is able to get Lucanis to slip his mask so easily. She is like family to him, and their closeness does make him an easy target for her needling and teasing.

She can rile him up only in that way a little sibling can. Knowing the exact buttons to press to get him ranting.

[plusdedragonne]

“no, you don’t get to die.” for ro

save the world, go home. that was the deal, right? that's what was supposed to happen. elgar'nan is dead, solas is tied to the veil, and she gets to live happily ever after with her paranormal-loving paramour. right? right.

but ferona gets to the bottom of the blight tendril, greeted by those she loves most - and proceeds to almost immediately collapse, alessio being the only thing propping her up. "i'm fine-"

"ferona-" teia's voice, teia's there, and her brown eyes stare into her talon's golden ones. "what is it, what's wrong?" there is a flurry of activity as she's brought somewhere safe, back into the temporary base. stripped and prodded, and when the stab wound on her side is revealed, when she starts coughing up blood...

"teia- i fucked up again-" she coughs again; there's blood on her lips, blood in her lungs. ro can see everyone trying to rush to fix her; bellara is trying to pull her healing magic, to knit her organs and flesh back together. "teia- mamae-"

"no! you don't get to die, ferona!" the seventh talon sounds scared, something ro hasn't ever heard before. she thinks she could have gone the rest of her life without hearing andarateia cantori sounding frightened. "you are going to live, that is an order. do you hear me?"

"yes, mamae-" there is the slow pull of blood being held inside her body, of her organs being pushed where they're supposed to be, of bellara holding her hands over the wounds while the healer starts properly stitching her up. "yes, ma'am.."

there are three or four teia's standing over her, as darkness tugs at her vision. she hears teia repeat herself, she doesn't get to die. it's an order, before everything goes dark.

@hallagold

[atlasveiled]

Seduction Starters || accepting

@hallagold asked: ( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin.

Any and all thoughts fly out of Rook's head when Teia took him by the chin to turn his gaze back to her. What had he been talking about? Perhaps he had been rambling, or maybe gotten distracted and looked away? That was rude to do he knew, but his mind was always running so fast that his body acted seemingly on its own at times.

"I... Um..." Rook stumbled over his words, cheeks and ear tips red. While he was a man who had a clear preference for other men, the mage was not immune to the charms of any beautiful individual, especially one as captivating as Teia. "What was I saying? Or what were you saying?"

[dionadaiiraa]

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

Seduction Starters // accepting // @hallagold

𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹.  He had been in a conversation with one of the Talons, he couldn't fathom which one. He was new to Antivan politics, and while the party was there to celebrate the Veilguard, he couldn't help but notice how political it all felt. This particular Talon spoke so monotone that Eden was beginning to doze off with only his ornate cane to hold him up, so when he felt someone brush their fingers against his shoulder, he welcomed the distraction. 

He glanced downward to see Teia and his smile grew. 

❝ 𝐎𝐡, 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐡'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲? ❞ He sidestepped to allow her to pass. 

❝ 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐡'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞? ❞ He asked with a smile. 

[afraidofchange]

Rana, rumor has it that you and Neve have history and have been so much more than just work partners.

@hallagold | rumour has it.

"Rumours are like serials... a matter of fiction. What goes on between Neve and I... is professional and private."

[arcanederangementa]

@hallagold wanted to [ rescue ] sio ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

cleaning up the antaam in treviso is their next step to freeing their home. with the butcher dead and the rat dealt with, a lot of the antaam have left the city. some, however, are remaining entrenched. which leads to altercations like this one, the two of them, knives drawn, air crackling with alessio's magic- it's a good fight. they both love a good fight.

he slices cleanly through the next of an antaam and as they crumple, spies a gaatlok canon behind them, wielded by another soldier. it's not pointing at him, though. the explosive is aimed up and he follows the arc to watch it detonate on the roof above. a gargoyle teeters and falls and sio can already see where it's going to land.

" teia! " he, ignoring all sense, turns his back on the enemy in favour of blinking towards the talon, appearing next to her with enough concussive force to knock her out of the way, turning the deadly chunk of falling rock into several less deadly pieces of falling rock.

less deadly, but no less painful as he's knocked to the ground and there's a moment of disconnect between the crunch from his lower leg as rubble lands on it and the pain that follows. " joder- "

the canon wielding antaam is dispatched and then teia is there beside him, he uses magic to shove the chunk of gargoyle aside and tries not to wince at the protruding bone. " i don't think that's meant to look like that, " he says. at least his sense of humour is intact.

teia curls an arm under his back and he around her shoulders, it's a testament to her stance and training that he's able to use her to pull himself to stand. agonisingly. he leans on her. deep breath. breathe through the pain. he can only imagine the chiding he's about to get, once she's finished dragging him home, that is. and drag she does.