#incitesin

[moonsprung]

DAREVAS + FENRIS / for @incitesin.

she’s glad to hear his laugh; the sound was familiar yet not familiar at all. she remembered he didn’t laugh or smile often, but did around her mother. the sound was comforting, like coming home. she felt like she was finally home, in some sense. as if she was just woken up from the sound of her fathers laugh.

[haludh]

@incitesin said : ❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜ / brat tamer fenris 🙂‍↕️

he had her corner against the stairs in the private hallway on the way to the inquisitor's quarters ( their sometimes shared bedroom ). she smirks but looks at him with a false innocent look in her eyes. " depends on your definition of good ... "

her hands dance along his waist until one disappears into the hem of his trousers and snakes downwards. " would you consider this to be good? or is this not what you wanted? " she enjoyed this game in ways she couldn't describe. she pushed, he pushed back, she pushed more and he gave her exactly what she wanted. sometimes he'd deny her what she wanted most, and while she didn't enjoy it in the moment, she knew he'd eventually give in. her pleasure was his pleasure. his pleasure was hers. they were one entity, one person, one heart.

if he denied her, he was denying himself as well.

she looks at him through her blonde lashes and smirks. his labored breathing and twitchy movements was enough of a sign for her to know what he was thinking. and feel. she could feel it with every sigh -- from her fingertips to her hand wrapped around his length, to their bodies pressed against each other.

" are you going to be good for me? " lanaya repeats him, feeling a burst of confidence and pride on her tongue, or maybe it was from the adrenaline of the day that she was still riding on.

her finger swipes at his tip, lingers and pulls all the way back to rest on his hip.

[scapedgrace]

        “i am not dying until i'm damn good and ready.” spoken with blood in their teeth, no doubt. — @incitesin (fenris) / sc.

[valorcorrupt]

"something" for @incitesin's Alistair

"What do you think the dog would say about all of us, if he could talk?" Inara asks her strapping lad companion as she watches from afar as Wynne and Leliana attempt to bathe the beast.

It's a brave attempt. Best for all of them in camp, really. But Inara wants no part.

"I have a guess what he'd say about you. And your smelly excuses for socks."

[berthindeath]

@incitesin liked for a one-liner !

❝  are  you  holding  up  the  wall  or  posing  for  my  benefit?  ❞  dorian  asks  with  a  smirk  hidden  beneath  his  mustache,  fingertips  steepling  the  rim  of  a  wine  glass  as  another  across  the  table  aimed  at  the  elven  man,  remains  untouched.

[magusanima]

talk about behni's feelings during the denerim alienage questline 🎤

Rubs my grimy little hands together like a fly. hehe

He's definitely hesitant to return to Denerim in general. It's been...what? 14 years? And he'd like to think he can just waltz right through, get the job done, not have to worry about the ghosts he's left behind but. Of course there's talk about the alienage being closed off, about tensions running high and...something's not right. Why are they quarantining the elves? Why isn't the whole of Denerim closed off if there's some sort of contagion spreading?

So, he braves it. Because it's not as if anyone else would know why he's hesitant at this point other than being an elf. Since the rumors spread at the tower that he was mage born, everyone always assumed he'd only known the Circle and the Chantry. The Alienage...it hosts the few people who would know otherwise.

His mother is there. And he cannot stomach the thought of returning to her and being received completely unrecognized. He is no longer her daughter, and he looks to much like his father, and it might hurt her. He doesn't want to hurt her.

But he keeps his mind set on their mission. To assist the plagued citizens, the uncover why it is there are odd healers amidst the elves.

Tevinter. And it immediately bodes ill with him. Because he knows his magic based history. He knows how they are with elves, and he knows something is wrong, especially with Anora's tip off that this is part of Howe's meddling.

When he learns that the "healers" are taking in sick elves, he offers himself up, allows his taint to pass as an illness and separates himself from the rest of the group. It obviously doesn't take long for the healers to recognize the exact description of one of the Grey Wardens Loghain has a bounty on. The fight ensues, and he wins out, even if it is a bit of a struggle. He is better than he was when he first left the tower, after all.

He talks to the elves imprisoned in the back room of the shelter, and when he learns of the sick never returning, the pit in his stomach widens. Were these elves even truly sick...? Were they simply convinced of such a thing?

He asks if they never questioned why their friends and family hadn't been returned to them, if they ever felt that...something was amiss? But they assured them they'd sent one of their best with the healers, one who hadn't been sick but they took her in so that she could help. She had every inquiry under the sun and surely, she would return with answers.

And the name that passes their lips causes a wave of sickness to roll through the elven mage.

Maeren. Because of course she wouldn't allow her people to come to harm by the Tevinter healers, Not when she had been a servant once upon a time. she had always looked after her people, especially after losing her husband and child.

The elves were being taken to the abandoned apartments, and it is every sickening step forward that takes Behni there, not making time to regroup with the rest of the party. He goes alone, to confront the slavers. because he knows now this is what the fate of the elves is...

And when he meets them? When he confirms his suspicions? It is enough to want to kill them.

...But one of them, they are wearing a bracelet. Orlesian in design and ever familiar. He cannot forget it because he awaited the day it fit around his wrist as a child. He always loved his mother's intricate jewelry.

Where did you get that? he inquires, already a man on the edge. because he knows. They stole it. They stole it off of her ans stripped her of what was hers.

And then they speak, and he is undone. one that fought back. swore so bitterly and wouldn't be held down. a shame she was so persistent. the color of her hair would have fetched her a good price. pure scarlet.

He kills them. Every last one of them until he is soaked to the bone in their blood. The world will always try to bring the elves under their heel but for now...for now there would be no more.

He takes the bracelet back, and he weeps. He weeps for his Mamae. He does not care if she would not recognize him, he only wishes now that she could see him. Hug him, even if she would not know him as hers. His hands are still pulsing with the vast amounts of mana spent, but he feels so cold. Cold, and alone...because now there truly is no remnants of the child before the tower.

Now the fear of him belonging to no place has become a reality.

[telanaadas]

you're a blessing and a curse, aren't you? / 👀🤝 fenris @incitesin

"you are not the first to say so." and most likely, not the last. her voice is as soft as a whisper and yet commanded like thunder as eyes watched him. for such a voice, she was being incredibly tender -- a rag dipped in cool water, wrung out, pressed against his forehead and then down towards his jaw.

"which am i tonight?" and perhaps there's a small sparkle in her eyes, a brow arched up lightly as she wiped some blood away from his skin. his blood? an enemy's? she wasn't entirely sure. her free hand rose to brush a stray piece of hair away from his face, a hum on her lips and a fondness in her smile. "i could always leave... if you would prefer."

[bardicchord]

A MariFi Webweave, for @incitesin