where i am going is terrible.
it won't be terrible if you're with me.
we make this journey together, always. ♥︎

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where i am going is terrible.
it won't be terrible if you're with me.
we make this journey together, always. ♥︎
💐 OCs as Siken Poems
I can honestly admit that I saw the tag going around and knew @demandthedoodles would tag me 😌 so I was READY. thank you so much Lex I hope you enjoy this because I’ve had such a good time doing this poem tag for my babies.
Rules: take this uquiz as your ocs would answer and post their results!
Mahanon Tabris “landscape with a blur of conquerors”
Forget about his insides / his plumbing and his furnaces, put a thing in his hand / and be done with it. No one wants to know what’s / in his head. It should be enough. To make something / beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be. / The smear of his head—I paint it out, I paint it in / again. I ask it what it wants. I want to be a cornerstone / says the head. Let’s kill something.
I prefer to blame others. It’s easier. King me.
Laurent Surana “saying your names”
Please keep him safe. / Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be / like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed / to pieces. Makes a cathedral, him pressing against / me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe / his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me / like stars.
It’s a bed of straw, darling. It sure as shit is.
Iveani Lavellan “landscape with several small fires”
Pink, orange, red, orange dreaming red. / I am the fire, says the fire. My body is a graveyard, / says the landscape. You’re welcome, says the landscape. / Gold bodies on the red, red ground. I paint in / the wounds. Socket, says the shoulder. Shoulder, says / the socket. Let’s kill everything, says everything else. / Smeared night, smudged dawn. I saw him fall. / Them, / falling.
We knocked the heads off the statuary, deprived the landmarks of any meaning.
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The Inquisitor, Iveani Lavellan
Clan Lavellan’s First always preferred the company of books to people, growing into a cold, stern personality. Even with this, her passion for upholding the ways and traditions of the Dalish was second to none. When the human Chantry announced a Conclave, the clan’s Keeper sent her First to spy on the proceedings, as what would be decided at the end of it would affect the fate of not just Clan Lavellan, but all in Thedas…
Iveani Lavellan
Sketched Iveani Lavellan for @sasskarian tonight! I fear she doesn’t look quite innocent enough, but I’m pretty pleased with the result, considering how long it’s been since I last drew/shaded anything (we’re talking a decade or so, here). Thank you for letting me draw her, lovely, and I hope she looks at least a little bit the way you picture her! :D
The sun is setting in the hissing wastes, heat dancing on the horizon. Solas wipes his forehead with the cloth she embroided for him, lest sweat drops on her as she lays in his lap, reading. Var lath vir suledin, it shines in the red sun, golden thread on cream fabric.
He puts the cloth back, a small sigh, armor for his heart. She smiles. Ar lath ma, vhenan.
So I commissioned the oh so talented and amazing @earthprincewu to draw my Inquisitor Iveani and honestly???? It's so amazing????? Can I marry this photo I absolutely love it!!!!
"the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me." ❦
happy dragon age day!