#highevrs

[valorcorrupt]

Let Me Write You Letters for @highevrs

Lorin, Where the fuck are you? It's been months. The Crown sent us both letters, they must have. So where are you? I don't even know where to send this letter. Not even sure what to tell the courier. Look for some jackass who should be at work? I guess maybe that's what's wrong with the Crown's letter too. But shit. You should be here. Here, with me. They gave me a fucking arling. You're the noble. You're the noble! A man named Nathaniel Howe showed up to kill me. Well, really he wanted to kill you. I was just in the way. He's Rendon Howe's son. Says he knows you. Says you were always a prick. I made him a Grey Warden. I think some part of me hoped you'd feel it in your blood and come to scold me. Come back. Help me. [A big frowny face fills the bottom of the page] Inara

[dovaeh]

continued from here. @highevrs.

although she doesn't relish in others' fear, his is undeniably a little funny.  even odahviing seems to think so,  a deep and breathy rumble emanating from his chest  -  mistakeable for a growl if one can't catch the amusement that colors it.  although maesena is kind enough not to laugh at him,  she does flash a grin.

"it will be harder without me pushing you from the bottom,  you know?"  but so be it.  maesena reaches up to grab the curve of the horn on the his head,  other hand and foot planted on the thick plates of his neck,  and pulls herself up without issue.

just like a horse..  with higher stakes!  she's slotted between a gap in odahviing's ridges and leaves enough space for him to sit behind her,  if ever he stops acting like a baby about the whole thing. 

"are you ready?"  a hand is held out,  grin persistent.

[saintsdawn-a]

wow the new aesthetics? as the youths say, this is eating (I am elderly please understand i am not sure i did it right).

unprompted ( always accepting ).

i'm kicking my feet and twirling my hair rn. i knew swords, flowers, and soft dawn colors would be it.

[berthiindeath]

In  the  back  of  her  mind,  she  knows  she's  staring,  perhaps  too  keenly  as  she  observes  the  elder  warden,  her  teeth  tearing  at  the  inside  of  her  cheek  as  if  it  may  quell  her  curiosity.  Ever  the  seeker  of  knowledge  and  understanding,  Gwendolyn  tip  toes  across  her  desires,  not  realizing  it  reads  so  clearly  on  her  face  that  if  he  were  to  glance  in  her  direction  he'd  have  no  struggles  to  realize  he  was  the  object  of  her  attention.  But  make  no  mistake,  it  is  academic,  her  notebook  burns  in  the  curve  of  her  cincher,  lilac  hues  ever  watchful  until  finally—

"  You're  an  older  warden,  "  She  asks,  wincing  ever  so  slightly  at  her  lack  of  impulse  control  as  she  sinks  into  a  seated  position  not  too  far  from  where  Lorin  lingers.  "  Forgive  me—a  senior  war—  la  dracu,  that  is  worse—  "  Accent  thickening  in  her  fumbling  as  she  sighs,  the  back  of  her  hand  pressing  to  her  blistering  cheek,  swallowing  the  embarrassment  before  her  eyes  lift  to  him  once  again.  "  What  I'm  trying  to  ask  is  if  the  calling—does  it  sound  different  now  that  things  are—well—different?  "

@highevrs asked for gwen to call him old

[valorcorrupt]

What I Like About You!

@highevrs

Rare. We've been friends for literal years and that is wild to me. I'm SO HAPPY that when I came back you IMed me and were like "hey it's me!!" bc like. wow. I wasn't sure how the come back was gonna go but you made me feel a lot better about it. Just being remembered felt good.

I like that you help me make friends instead of being in my hole. I like that you talk about deep shit with me. I like that you see people being shitty to me and have the gusto to be like "yo that's fucked up". I like it when you tell me if I say something that doesn't feel good so we can address it and fix it, because I know that's hard. I like that you are brave when I'm a coward. I like that you keep your Discord so neat. You are a good organizer.

I admire the way that you compose yourself on your blog too. The "this is what it is. if you don't like it? suffer." is such flawless energy.

For Lorin, I associate him with a lot of things. The Cousland blue and green, and the warping, burning of that blue and green into blue and silver. Blood-mottled skin, sweat on a brow. Leather between teeth to cut the pain. The deep blues and purple of a burning fire, of a deep bruise. Also? Puppies. And the tireless comfort of a father's love.

I'm excited to write with each other more, here and on the boys. But I also love to read your threads with Lou so much. Makes my day.

[valorcorrupt]

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

City of Trees || Accepting

It's practiced, the way Inara's face falls to eerie stillness.

Lorin's face is red, and his words are hot, searing into her skin. But even as he raves at her, flecks of spit like bits of shrapnel biting her cheeks, the most that she does in response is blink slowly. She's stupid. She doesn't know what the fuck she's doing. She needs to let him go. She's clumsy. She's ruined everything, like she always does.

Like she always has.

His voice adds to the chorus that sings low in her head, learning the melody of the song in her blood and haunting it with their own anger. Her brothers, the Chantry Sisters, Lorin, all of them telling her that she'll do nothing but cause trouble.

She says nothing. There's no need to defend herself against the truth.

It might burn, but it will drain away, down into her stomach where she will bury it. It always does. She always does.

She continues to drag Lorin. He's worn himself to exhaustion, beating that body bloody. He's easy to move, even if he does not want to be moved. Easy to pry away, even if he does not want to be pried.

If not for the crest on the armor, she'd doubt anyone would be able to identify Rendon Howe for days.

"Come now," it sounds like someone else is speaking as she pushes him towards the stairs, once she's dragged him out the door of the chamber.

He is shaking. She isn't. For now.

"She's waiting."

And the words are truer than she knows. They will find that out too soon.

[berthindeath]

-does a little shimmy- for the lols

c'mere, old man

[howetragic]

@highevrs sent: ❝ You’ll have plenty of time to murder me another day. Right now, you need to rest. ❞

The begrudging almost-laugh that pulses inside Nathaniel’s ribs hurts. 

Even if he were in shape to attempt to murder Lorin once again, his chances are much worse now. There’s too many people in Vigil’s Keep. Always watching. Between Velanna, Anders, Oghren, Sigrun… he’s much more certain to be caught and – worse than imprisoned – lectured. 

     “Alternatively,” he drawls slowly to cover the grunt of effort he must expend to turn himself over on the small cot that he is crammed on, “If you wished to murder me, I suppose now would be the perfect time.”