#malathi

[saphylee]

After stewing on my laptop for two years, I figured it was time to finally post this. Just some babes enjoying their summer by the water! <3

From left to right we have, Sylathi, Maleus, Avira, and Thelrand. And of course, the lovely Maleus and Avira belong to @lavellanlove! Who I owed this birthday drawing forever now. Love you, Whit! <3

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“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.” for Thelvira, “It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but then you showed up." for Talira, “When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” for Malathi, or [Puts feet on the other’s lap] for Thelrian

I want to do them all, but I went with Malathi enjoying themselves in the middle of another diplomatic party <3

Maleus approached Sylathi with two flutes and caught the eyeof an Orlesian nobleman she was talking to with a charming smile. “A thousandpardons, Marquis, but may I steal Lady Sylathi for a moment?”The Marquis raised his own glass and smiled – or so Maleus thought as he couldonly see the edges of his eyes crinkle under the gaudy full-face mask. “Of course,my dear ambassador. Lady Sylathi as been an utter delight with her stories! Ididn’t know that Dalish elves were so funny.”

Maleus’ eyes flickered to Sylathi’s just in time to see her flash a smile thatwas a just bit too wide. She had vastly improved on showing her discomfortaround nobles when their blatant ignorance bubbled to the surface. He wouldhave to pointedly distract them from her grimaces, the angry flushes on hercheeks, or worse, the glossed over look in her eyes when she would completelyshut herself off from any further conversation. Ideally, he wished that shenever had to feel to be made inferior, but he couldn’t help but feel a twingeof pride at how far she’d come.Sylathi placed her hand on the Marquis’ arm with practiced ease. “Until nexttime. I still have more stories to tell, and you’ll have to tell me about your nephew!I hear that there may be a wedding in the future.”After the man walked off, she took the flute out of Maleus’ hand and tippedback to drink it all without hardly a break for breath. He had to chuckle,taking the glass from her and setting it on the table behind them. “I did warnyou that he was incorrigible.”“You did, but you did say that he loves a pretty face to listen to.” Shesmoothed down the front of her gown, then fixed a curl behind her ear. “Thankyou for saving me. I was running out of things to talk about.”Maleus took a large sip of his champagne, then set it with the other, stillhalf full. “Then I say we get out of here.”Her eyes were wide as they met his, though she couldn’t keep the smile off herface. “Maleus, I am shocked you would suggest that. Leave in the middle of aparty?”“Well,” he began, leaning in and placed a light hand on the small of her back. “Thisis more of a large gathering than a party. A proper party would have dancingand more scandal. Definitely better wine.”“Perish the thought of being caught at such a boring event.”He smiled at the playful tone in her voice. “Exactly. And we wouldn’t be leavingexactly... just sneaking off into the private garden. I’ve heard there’s amaze, and so if we’re missed, they would never find us.” “You drive such a tempting offer, vhenan. Did someone tell you that I, too,love listening to a pretty face?”“May have heard that a time or two.” Smirking, he grabbed her hand and lead theyway as they slipped out.The rumors proved true with the large hedge maze in the heart of the garden. A grandarchway of white and gold colored flowers stood at its entrance. Sylathi pulledaway from Maleus and sat on the nearby bench and lifted her feet. “Help me getout of these shoes. I haven’t felt the grass under my feet for days it feelslike.”Maleus knelt in front of her and pulled her foot onto his thigh, unstrappingthe heal. He playfully tickled the bottom of her foot and she squealed withlaughter and pulled back. He did the same to her other foot after removing theshoe and she playfully kicked his knee.“Stop that! You know I’m ticklish there!”He stopped, but kept his grip on her ankle, his other hand on her calf. “Ofcourse, my love. It would be pointless to tickle you where you weren’t ticklish.”She wiggled her leg out of his grasp and stood up, wiggling her toes in the grass.“Or you could just not try to tickle me at all.” She suddenly smiled mischievously,then playfully pushed him back to knock him onto his back then darted into themaze. “Hey!” Laughing, he scrambled to his feet and sprinted after her. With her headstart, Maleus could only catch glimpses of her gown as she rounded corners andheard her breathless giggles through the hedges. Eventually, he heard and sawnothing, not even after a few calls of her name. Eventually, he came upon afountain at the heart of the maze and sat on its edge, catching his breath.Without warning, he was splashed by cold water, and he gasped, only to findSylathi at his side, her hand in the water, prepped to splash him again. “Oh, noyou don’t!” He slapped his hand on the water to give her a splash and she squealed,narrowing missing the spray.He jumped up to grab her by the waist and dragged her to the water, ignoringher laughing protests and sat her in the shallow pool. He snickered at herindignant pout and lowered himself to straddle her lap. “What is with thatlook?” he crooned, cupping her face.Sylathi suddenly splashed him, soaking his face. “Now we’re even!”Maleus just stared at her, water dripping off his chin, then they both laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. Maleus kissed her when they settled down. “When you laugh like that, it just — you’re sobeautiful, you know that?”

Sylathi’s eyes softened with fondness, shyly glancing away. “Youknow, I feel beautiful when I’m with you, even soaking wet in the middle of afountain.” She chuckled and met his gaze, a cool blue against the warm gold. “Ihaven’t laughed like that in ages.”“Then I should make you laugh everyday for the rest of our lives.”

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Tender

A/N: After a rough holiday weekend, I needed to write some much needed fluff/sleep headcanons featuring oc pairings with @lavellanlove. Velriel, Asami, Maleus, and Avira all belong to her.

Tender is the stretch of time Velriel faces every night as he waits for his vhenan to fall asleep. Runale struggles each night, her body wound in a tight ball, her arms tucked close to herself, her legs folding. Her brows pinch, her jaw clenches as she grinds her teeth. He can read her turmoil on her face and slowly, tenderly, he smooths her face with caresses, reminding her that she’s safe, that despite what her mind tells her, she’s not alone, and she’ll never be alone again. His hand slides to her back, rubbing through the knots and the tension she holds there. As her breath slows and deepens, so does his movements, and over time her body unravels and softens under his touch. At last, Runale is asleep and there is peace on her face. Only then will Velriel join her.

Tender is forgiveness for being woken up time and time again from worry. Tamralan is so silent, so still, too reminiscent of a dead man, and Asami’s seen plenty of those. Her heart lurches in her chest when the sun wakes her, and she finds him exactly the way she left him when she fell asleep. Each attempt to wake him is always successful and he always greets her with a smile and a kiss, and then a laugh after she explains why she woke him. Have you woken up next to a dead man before? The similarities are uncanny. She eventually starts sleeping with her ear over his heart as a gentle reminder when she wakes.

Tender is Maleus swelling with love looking at the love of his life sleep beside him. For a quiet woman when awake, Sylathi makes herself known in her sleep: snores with each steady breath, only interrupted when she stirs or roll over, and she does very frequently. If he’s patient, he might catch her mumble something, and if he’s lucky, she’s coherent and he can talk to her. Or try to talk to her anyway. Her responses may not be relevant to anything he’s saying. She never remembers their conversations, and reddens with embarrassment whenever he mentions them. He just hugs her close and whispers that it’s precious, and she’s precious, and never wants her to change.

Tender is Thelrand holding his vhenan, his everything, close to him as he sleeps. It’s more than just an insatiable need to hold Avira: it’s a promise that they’ll never be apart again; that he will never foolishly let her slip through his fingers again; that after what the gods put them both through, they are simply meant to be. Nas’falon. More than soulmates. More than lovers. Feeling her warmth, breathing her scent, her body pressed against his. It’s the proof he needs that she’s alive, she’s there, she’s his, and he is hers, and that they deserve their happy ending, too.

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Halloween Starter Options! 1) Syla, @Mal: “Do ghosts like Netflix?” (elfroot question lmao), 2) Avira, @Thel: “I paid $40 so I better die.”, 3) Tasami @Telah “Don’t eat all your candy at once!”

Halloween Sentence Starters | Accepting

Ugghhhh I love all of them! But I will choose elfroot-smoking Syla and Mal. hehe

Ghosts Like Netflix Too

Maleus Abano x Sylathi LavellanModern!AU448 words

“Do ghosts like Netflix?”

Maleus’ chuckle rumbled in his chest, tightening his armaround Sylathi’s shoulder, prompting her to wrap her arm around his waist. Theshow left a pale glow on their faces in the dark room, though Sylathi’s attentionwas on anything but the show. Her mind spun languorously, the elfroot’s aromalingered on her tongue, her skin warm, even more so where her body pressedagainst his.

“What brought this up, love?” Maleus replied, moving his armup to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Sylathi shrugged, giggling childishly. “Is it not a validquestion?”

He poked her cheek before resting his hand back on hershoulder. “You know there are no invalid questions. Just wondering where yourmind is at right now.”

“Up there.” She pointed to the ceiling with an outstretchedarm. “And over there….and there…and there.” She circled the living room withher arm, pointing at random fixture in the room: lamp, coffee table, thecurtains. “Everywhere,” she finished, booping the man on his nose.

Laughing, Maleus grabbed her wrist, and sliding his handdown to her waist, pulled her on top of him, laying along the length of thecouch. His golden eyes were warm as he gazed up at her. “You’re so sillytonight.”

Sylathi pouted, pinching his cheeks and stretched them out. “Youstill haven’t answered my very valid important question.”

Grabbing her wrists, he kissed the tips of her fingers, thenher palms. “What do you think?” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

For some reason, she blushed, curling her fingers. “I-I..well,I don’t know. That’s why I asked you.”

“You’re the mage. I would have thought you were more of anexpert in this matter than I.”

A smile played on her lips. “You’re Rivaini. You’re supposedto-“

“Rivaini mages communicatewith spirits. And I am not a mage,” Maleus gently corrected, arching a brow.

“Bah!” She retaliated with a kiss, her lips pleasantlybuzzing from the brief contact. “Just answer my question.” She dropped her headto his shoulder, her brow stealing the warmth from his neck. Somehow thespinning was worse with her eyes closed, but Maleus anchored her in with hisarms.

He hummed. “I think they do, depending on the type of ghost.Just because they’re dead, they shouldn’t have to miss out in the simplepleasures in life.”

She snorted, then mumbled, “I think that’s what being deaddoes, Maleus. They had their chance to enjoy Netflix while alive.”

“Unless they died over twenty years ago.”

Sylathi was silent for so long, Maleus must have thought shewas asleep before declaring, “Then they better pay their share of thesubscription.”

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Fandom: Dragon Age (post-Trespasser) Characters: “Mkid” Abano (name tbd), Sylathi Lavellan, Maleus Abano (@lavellanlove) 198 words

It was that time. Mamae said so. And half the times she didn’t even have to tell him. He just *knew.* He pattered over to the door, curls bouncing, arms flailing. He tripped, knees and hands scraping on the rug. He felt soft hands on his sides. “No! I can!” He heard the soft chuckle behind him as he haphazardly pulled himself to stand.

He finished his race to the door as it opened. He bounced in place, giggling as Papae walked though. “Papae papae!” he chanted, reaching up, grasping the air until his wish was granted.

Giggling from his scratchy kisses, he left kisses on his cheek in turn, then wrapped his arms around his neck, nuzzling his face into his skin. He smelled like the sea and he felt warmth of the sun against his cheek.

He reflexively smiled when he heard his voice: soft, gentle, always warm. The days events bubbled out of him: half finished sentences and mashed up words, but not once did Papae ever looked away or frown. “Ar lath ma, papae,” he would always finish his stories with and his favorite part of each day was hearing him say it back.

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