#maharielxtamlen

[thatdreadbitch]

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Characters: Warden-Commander Ciara Mahariel Setting: Vigil's Keep, Amaranthine, 9:31 Dragon Some Tamlen Angst for @dadrunkwriting Word count: 161 ~~ Ciara’s hands trembled holding the small silver promise ring as she sat with them in her lap. Her fingers slowly running along the halla and hare engravings on its side. “Ar lath ma.” She mumbled, tears beginning to cloud her vision before she blinked them away. Could she justify what she was feeling? Could she even put a name to it?

Almost a year now she had wondered what had happened when she blacked out that day. And now that she had almost put it behind her, she had her answer; or at least part of it. But she wasn't sure what she felt, or what she should be feeling. One thing was certain though: this ‘Architect’ had to die. The ring slipped between her fingers, rolling along the floor before settling near an old leather satchel with a halla skull carved onto the front of it. The first gift that her childhood sweetheart had given her all those years ago.

[thatdreadbitch]

@dadrunkwriting

@tsuraiwrites

Character: Ciara Mahariel

Setting: Somewhere in the Frostbacks, 1 year after the Battle of Denerim

Pairing: Ciara MaharielxTamlen

Word Count: 309

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Ciara carefully dismounted her horse just within sight of the spot where the sword still stuck out of the ground, its dented, misshapen handle catching spec of soft white snow on the hilt. The crunch of snow beneath her feet the only sound she heard as she carefully walked towards it, the ground around it still blackened with death. “I promised I would return.” She said, coming to a stop when she stood in front of the sword, taking a single purple lily out of the pocket of her cloak and laying it at the base of the blade, watching as the vile blackness of the tainted ground soaked into it and caused it to wilt. “The ground still bears the taint, once the ground has life again, I will give you a proper funeral.” She placed a hand on the hilt, running her fingers over the engravings of her gift to him. A lump formed in her throat. If only I could have saved you. “I shall see you again in the Beyond. Until that day, I shall weather the storm before me. I shall endure as our clan always has in the face of such darkness and uncertainty.” Snow began to pile onto the ground at her feet as the wind grew harsher. The cold bit at her face as she looked at the ring on her left hand, two years ago she would have never imagined this would be her life. But she was determined to make the most of what was left.

The horse whinnied in the background, snapping the warden out of her thoughts. Ciara lifted her hand from the sword and put her hood up once more as she returned to her steed. Giving one last glance back as the wind began to pick up before heading back onto the path to Amaranthine.