Jul 12, 2021
Even heroes have their own past and traumas. Smallville 7x01 - Bizarro
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Even heroes have their own past and traumas. Smallville 7x01 - Bizarro
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My first original drawing with CSP!
Felt like revisiting an OC from like 2016
Karael hasn’t gotten love in a while
Another pic of my boy Karael! His race and class are still in cognito for plot references but I can reveal he is a spellcaster......
Ragtag Team of Misfits <3
My DnD party! Special thanks to our DM: @grimjoewiththeflow
Tarantism, pairing of your choice!
The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
A thin crescent moon shone in the sky of Skyhold, the night was surprisingly warm for once. Walking on the battlements with an empty glass in her hand, Tiael observed the castle. A year, she had been living here for more than a year. It was certainly the longest period she stayed in one place.
At first, she had thought it would be hard to live with shemlen, alone without her clan. But she managed to build something, she had her own life, her own friends and even a lover outside the clan. She was also a good leader for her hunters team, she would admit she felt proud.
Even if she was quite happy, sometimes she missed her life with the Lavellan. And today was one of these days.
She remembered waking up in her aravel, often in a new place and being amazed by the landscape around their camp. The days in the forest with the hunters, where all evening was a disastrous attempt to be discreet. The feast with dances around the fire and flowers in the hair…
Leaning against the stone and leaving her glass on the wall, she loudly sighed.
“What am I hearing?” a velvet voice said behind her.
Tiael nearly jumped in surprise, she was so lost in her thoughts she did not hear someone was coming, what a good hunter she was…
She turned her head and smiled to Kariell. Apparently he had found the time to escape the great discussion he had with Dorian and Varric. He gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, and kissed her temple.
“Feeling better?”
“A bit…” she answered with a hint of sadness in her voice.
She sighed once more, eyes lost in the landscape before her.
“It’s just…I’m a bit nostalgic today, nothing important.”
“You know you can tell me what you have on your mind, my love,” he assured, nesting his head on her shoulder.
“I miss my clan and the life I had with them. It happens sometimes. It was a great change for me to come here.”
“I understand. It was a great change for me too, but only for good things. And one of these good things was meeting you.”
The elf blushed with a little laugh.
A music played in the tavern came to their ears, quick pace, made for dancing. Kariell made few steps behind and took Tiael’s arm, making her turn to face him.
“Dance with me,” he proposed with a charming smile. “It’ll help you to feel better, right?”
“You know me well, Kal.”
A smile enlightened her face while they positioned theirs hands to dance, fingers entwined. After a few seconds, the smile became a sweet and melodic laughter, all the nostalgia gone from her heart.