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witandcharms replied to your photo:quick thing, trying something new. idk. i keep...

{ PRECIOUS BABIES }

{ THEY’RE SO CUTE IM GONNA DIE ––– also in all honesty liz probably falls asleep and he carries her back to skyhold and then curls up next to her to sleep. vu v }

#;;out.#;;headcanon.#lonelyfade

nxwheretorun replied to your post:you and lonelyfade like ahhh -stalks 5ever-

{ just take care of papa egg for me, trip probs doesn’t approve but the two of you are just too cute lol }

[ trip slightly disapproves ] go SH THANK YOU THO!! this is wonderful !! i will most definitely take care of papa egg vuv (once he stops sarcastically hissing at every cat we see, at least. trip stop him from being so mean to cats they have feelings too >:( or should i say they have felines too. get it. i'm funny)

#lonelyfade #{ tagging for relevance reasons }#;;crack.#nxwheretorun

She looked up at the bald elf, ears twitching curiously as she bit her lip. He smelt funny, maybe it was the sweater. He'd probably gotten it wet at some stage. She pointed directly into the center of his chest, gaze vaguely directed there.

"You seem grumpy missy, Not just in the eyes. It's in your lungs and liver."

#rp #lonelyfade #NOW begins the dawn #solas would know more about dawn than others so feel free to ask any questions!!

[2/18/15, 6:02:31 PM] zer0: ok but raine [2/18/15, 6:02:33 PM] zer0: i have a question [2/18/15, 6:03:34 PM] vhenan. (raine): YE [2/18/15, 6:03:46 PM] zer0: is solas' dick egg-shaped [2/18/15, 6:04:20 PM] vhenan. (raine): I SPA T OUT MY FDRINK I AHTE U [2/18/15, 6:06:06 PM] vhenan. (raine): tho u'd [2/18/15, 6:06:08 PM] vhenan. (raine): have to ask liz [2/18/15, 6:06:10 PM] vhenan. (raine): i mean [2/18/15, 6:06:32 PM] zer0: blood mage outsider chilling 'liz. is his dick rly shaped like an egg' [2/18/15, 6:06:51 PM] vhenan. (raine): 'thankfully, no' (SOLAS SPUTTERING ANGRILY IN THE BACKGROUND)

#lieviathan #lonelyfade #;;crack.#{ IM ACTUALLY DYING }#;;save.#;;nsfw text.

five times kissed do it. write me more drabbles.

she’d always admired the surrealistic atmospherethe fade tended to provide. even in a place like this, a glorified memory of columbia, there issomething that renders it unreal. easier. simpler.there are no people around other than the mani-festations of the fade, and they don’t pay attentionas elizabeth and solas sit side by side on the edgeof the pier. it’s almost like their first time going to the fade together, but this time there’s something…different about the atmosphere. they’ve been talking back and forth for what must have beenhours but feels like minutes, and it seems as if theywill never run out of things to say. even so, a silence falls over them as the fade’s version of the sun sinks below a blurred horizon. she turns to him, and the light upon his face is soperfect that something – some driving force in the heavens, in the earth, she doesn’t know –compels her to turn solas’s face towards hers. it’sa quiet moment, their noses touching and warmbreath on each others’ faces, before she closesthe gap and presses her lips to his for a fleetingfew seconds. as soon as regret blossoms over her face in tandem with a deep flush, she compels herself towake up.

ii.

it seems he’s fallen asleep in the courtyard again. on restless nights like this, when every noise threat-end to wake her from slumber, elizabeth finds her-self wandering empty halls, watching the moonlightbathe the gardens in liquid silver. it’s a bonus, ofcourse, if she finds whatever absurd spot solas hasdecided to rest in. he marks the center of the gaze-bo as if he were tiled in mosaic on the floor to doso, but one thing about his position bothers her. if living in the tower as she did has taught the girlone thing, it’s that sleeping with your head at thatangle will bring nothing but regrets in the morning. she crouches by him, hair tickling his forehead,and slides her hands under his neck to position hishead in a more forgiving way. light illuminates hisface now, and it occurs for the first time conscious-ly that he is handsome in the way his cheekbonesare set high on his face, in the way that his skin isfaintly but abundantly freckled. it’s almost divine, insome sense. but she smiles to herself, shaking her head, for it’sa silly thought. if you like them enough, anyone canseem divine, after all. she brushes her ponytail tothe side and leans down to press a gentle kiss to solas’s cheek before returning to wander the hallslike a ghost once more.

iii.

the heat of summer presses down on the exaltedplains, suffocating and lifeless. the halla have bunched in the shade of whatever trees they can find, the fennecs scurrying around in the dust toavoid the wrath of predators. elizabeth and solas travel alone between inquisitioncamps, sharing stories and water along the way. perhaps the heat has contributed to electricity in theatmosphere, but this time around they’ve picked upan argument. it’s about her tears, quite a common topic for the fights they have. they stand under a tree having argued for at least twenty minutes, thetone of both of their voices rising steadily in thenear-flammably dry air. it honestly feels as if staticpulses within the few inches of air separating theirfaces. the wheel turns. the conversation goes on. neither can reach a satisfying conclusion. why is heso insufferable?the kiss is compulsory. one moment, she’s rolling her eyes and preparing an argument back to him,but he just won’t shut up, and the next she’s grabbed his face in both of her hands and pulledhim down towards her to smash their lips together. it was, in retrospect, her subconscious’s way of shut-ting him up, but a mental note was taken that day that sometimes, kissing is a good outlet for pent-upfrustration for both parties, seeing as he returned thekiss with a hand in her hair and another around herwaist.she’ll have to remember to do it more often.

iv.

unfortunately, her body’s alarm clock failed her thistime; he knows of her presence, given his armswrapped around her in an iron grip. despite the factthat she can’t move, a smile spreads across herface and she cranes her neck to kiss his jawline. "solas." and his chin. "solas, i have to get up." andthe corner of his mouth. it is to no avail, of course,just half-asleep mumbles from him as he holds hereven tighter. god damn it, solas.why did she visit him last night? it’s hazy, but she vaguely remembers crying. a dream, probably one of the ones that always fades away in the morningno matter what she does to try to remember it. shehadn’t been able to sleep after that, and so soughtout the only one able to quell her fears. it didn’t ma-tter that he was already asleep. elizabeth had cometo sleep beside him, anyway, which was preciselywhat she’d done. something brings her back into the present – thefeeling of a gentle kiss to her eyelid, and then anoth-er to her cheek, and another to her neck. her eyesflutter open to be faced with a final kiss to the lips. when he pulls away he gives a devious smile. thesneaky bastard. elizabeth gives him a tired scowlbefore turning her head to the side to rest against his shoulder.

"… just a little longer, then," she murmurs into hissweater, and he hums in agreement.

he’s bound to notice her unhealthy sleep cycle soon.it’s the third night she’s gone completely without, and she assumes he went and curled up in the court-yard or the stables or something, as is usual. and so she sits on the very edge of one of skyhold’swalls, feet dangling above what would quite obvious-ly be a fatal drop. the rush of adrenaline to her finger-tips, though, is what keeps her awake on nights likethis. just her and the wind and the threat of falling. it isn’t often that she sings, but something about thenight and the promise that no one will hear draws asong from her throat. a french song, one she heard on a phonograph once upon a time and fell in love with. her jacket is off in order to better feel the cold bitinginto her flesh, yet for some reason there isn’t as much of a breeze as there should be. she sighs, stands to move somewhere better suited for keep-ing her awake. as soon as omniscience turns to thedoor, though, she spots a silhouette leaning upon it.his gaze tells her that he knows, he knows about her avoiding sleep and about the nightmares andtremors that plague her when she attempts it; heknows, and the relief at that realization sweeps overher in a tidal surge. the next instant, her arms arearound him and she’s burying her face in his chest, met in return with a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “i’m sorry,” she says, but it’s carried away bythe wind.well, if he’s this relaxed, perhaps he doesn’t yet know that she’s dying ––– and elizabeth intends to keep it that way.

#lonelyfade #;;mail.#long post #;;in.#v; tears beyond: thedas.#v; jaded: thedas.#v; jaded.#{ TAKE THIS IT TOOK ME LIKE WAY TOO LONG I HOPE ITS OK }#;;otp: ar lasa mala revas.#;;he holds millennia in his smile and the burden of worlds upon his shoulders.

⊗ He cradles her to his chest, rests her head on his shoulder as he rocks her. Have you gone soft, Fen'Harel? she whispers in his ear, but her voice never comes. He cannot feel her breath. When he lowers her to the ground, she stares back at him. He breaks as he gently closes her eyes, pressing a kiss to each eyelid. Gone, and she has taken such a large part of him with her. "Sleep, emma lath. You have earned your rest." His voice shakes. He presses a kiss to her cold cheek. "Sleep, my Varewyn."

{OW OW OW OW OW OW}

#lonelyfade #answered questions #otp: howling for you #{THIS HURTS}

lonelyfade.

ar lasa mala revas, he'd whisper, but she knows it will never be true. solas changed everything. a variable in the uni- verse. he had not been predicted. he should not be a part of her story, and yet he is. he is an interruption of the network of hearts and hands and blood that makes up what NO ONE should call life. no lighthouse, no city, yet the man remains, sharing the burden of worlds with her. he has joined the pantheon of voices that bang on the walls of her conscience, screaming for freedom, for revenge, for a life to be lived ––––– { smother, they hiss. smother the son of a bitch in his crib. give me back my daughter. sally, it's me, booker. elizabeth... child. i'm so sorry. } yet solas's voice does none of these things. his is unique, gentle. it rings out at the forefront of her demons. he mends. when constellations wage war in the skies and she tears herself into a thousand pieces a thou- sand times over, he whispers to her, calms the raging tides. his hands wrap around her heart as booker's never could, shield it from the demons who break her apart limb by limb. his memory keeps her from doing to herself what she did to booker. it quiets the UNHOLY JURY making their judgments of her every action, ruling guilty every time. omniscience has done her best to return the service he has done for her, but how can she? how can she possibly repay him? will he even welcome her presence after all this time? of course, he terrifies her. unknowing anomal- ies always do. for he was always a rebel; that, after all, was what drew them together. and the mark he's left on her heart keeps her alive.

#;;drabbles.#lonelyfade #{ aaaaaaaaand this probably makes absolutely no sense but she just?? she loves him ok. }#{ and thank you for?? everything??? just. you're such a good friend and you always know how to cheer me up with these two. i'm endlessly and #always grateful to you ;u; thank y ou }