#meical lavellan

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i think we aaalllll know the pros and cons of dating meical, but once more for those who weren't aware pls

PROS:

very loving, you’ll feel like the centre of his world

grand romantic gestures

lots of sex and he’s very eager to please

always up to something fun and will bring you along, but is equally enthusiastic about your ideas and activities

he’ll probably draw you and it’ll be romantic

CONS (where to even start with this boy):

is statistically likely to go ghost on you, you’ll be having a good ol’ time and then he’s just gone

either that or you’ll see him with someone new and he’ll act like he doesn’t know why you’re upset

he’s an arrogant prick

is aware of his flaws but doesn’t do much to change 

pretty high-maintenance

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14 OR 17, mahanon/meical :D

i decided to go with 17, “looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while...” i hope you’ll like it!!

It had been weeks since they arrived at Skyhold; despite it feeling like they had spent every waking moment clearing away theremnants of all the lives lived here, they’d still barely made a dent in themess. It had taken root and didn’t want to leave, the tendrils of decaycreeping up every wall.

To top it all off, being Herald, being Inquisitor, didn’texcuse Meical from joining the cleaning effort. He and Mahanon had beenassigned to work alongside each other, and Meical suspected that Josephine hadknown that he wouldn’t even have shown up if Mahanon hadn’t been there. Theyneeded every able set of hands if Skyhold was ever going to be the home base ofthe Inquisition, and he had to give Josephine credit for finding the onemotivator that would work on him.

Still, this was horrible.

Meical dropped a heavy slab of stone in the wheelbarrowand, deciding this warranted a break, leaned against the partially crumblingwall. Mahanon glanced at him, a small, amused smile on his lips.

“Too much heavy lifting for you?” Mahanon teased.

“I’ll say. If I had known that physical labour would beinvolved, I wouldn’t have taken this whole Inquisitor deal.” Meical tossed hishair nonchalantly, knowing that he was being a complete fop.

“I took the same deal as you, and I’m not complaining,”Mahanon laughed.

“Your priorities have always seemed strange to me.”

Mahanon only shrugged, and he continued working insilence. Meical tapped his toes against the wall absentmindedly, allowinghimself to just watch Mahanon work. While he was always happy to watch a sweatyMahanon - although usually under more fun circumstances - he did grow tired ofbeing still and thought it best to join back in. The sooner they were done here,the better.

He pushed off with the foot against the wall, meaning tospring back into action, literally. The loud sound of stone crashing againststone behind him made him cover his ears, and when he looked back up, Mahanon’sface was painted with disbelief.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Mahanon finally asked.

Meical turned around to assess the damage, and pushedback the urge to scream some obscenity or other when he saw that several largepieces of stone were now blocking the door. He turned back to Mahanon slowly, anapologetic and hopefully disarming smile on his face.

“My bad?”

Mahanon covered his face with his hand, but Meical couldtell from the slight shake of his shoulders that he was laughing.

“Come to think of it,” Meical started, one eyebrow raisedsuggestively. “It looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while… Any thoughts onhow to pass the time?”  

At that, Mahanon broke into a full body laugh.

“You’re horrible. And you do realise that we’ll have toclear that, right? It’s on our side of the door.”

“Didn’t think of that.”

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mage oc questions for meical: ALL OF THEM

1. When did your mage’s magic first manifest?meical’s magic manifested when he was 9 years old. he was bickering with his sister seren, and just wanted to knock her bowl of porridge out of her hands, but ended up freezing it.

2. Did they try to keep it a secret from their family/close friends?no. he wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret even if he wanted to, since his sister saw it happen and she absolutely cannot keep quiet. but since he’s dalish, having magic is seen as a gift. his parents had hoped that one or more of their children would be mages, so they were proud of him.

3. Has their magic ever hurt anyone by mistake?nothing more serious than being grazed by a wayward frost spell during his early training. any injury would promptly be healed by the keeper. in later years, meical has very precise control over his magic, and if anyone gets hurt, it isn’t by accident. (actually, fire magic is an exception, he doesn’t control that very well, which is part of the reason why he stays away from it)

4. Which spells came naturally and which were more difficult to learn?elemental magic is what comes most naturally to him, particularly frost. he has trouble with fire magic and prefers not to use it, it doesn’t bend to his will easily and he doesn’t trust his ability to wield it. creation magic is another school of magic that he struggled to learn. he’s capable of healing, but the results are sometimes unpredictable.

5. What is their favourite spell?fade step. he loves to teleport around, appearing and disappearing at a moment’s notice.

6. Do they put a lot of time into studying magic?yes, provided it’s his own choice and he finds it interesting. he tends to hyperfocus on specific areas of study, so he’ll read anything he comes across on the topic. however, he wasn’t a very good first/student to the keeper, since he loses interest when someone else dictates what he should learn about.

7. What attracted them to their specialization?meical is a necromancer, and he finds the theory very interesting. necromancy goes beyond what most think can or should be done with magic, and that appeals to meical’s rebellious and experimental side.

8. How does your mage get along with other mages?he gets along well with other mages, excited at the opportunity to discuss magic, exchange ideas for spells, perhaps new uses for old spells. however, these conversations are easier to have with other dalish mages, or otherwise free ones. circle mages can be a bit hit and miss, and he mostly feels sorry for them.

9. Does your mage have any sympathy for Templars?none. the templar order is unnecessary and abusive. former templars may be forgiven depending on the circumstances and their current opinions.

10. Do they consider magic a blessing or a curse?magic is a gift from the creators, there is not a doubt in meical’s mind about that.

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Hello! For the pairing and the number thing... um... please choose a pairing you like for number 32 (the one about "I think I love you and I'm terrified")? Pretty please? With some sugar on it? *flutters eyelashes gormlessly*

well how could i refuse such a nice request lol (i hope it’s okay that i went with my inquisitor, meical, and dorian! and that i went way above the word limit for a drabble, i apparently don’t know how to follow directions) thank you so much for sending me a prompt!

Meical leaned his head back against the pillow, one armslung around Dorian’s shoulders. Dorian’s moustache tickled Meical’s chest ashe placed lazy kisses along the curve of it, and Meical wanted to cling on tothe peace of the moment for just a little while longer. If they could havethis, naked and flushed, skin against skin, with no words being spoken, thenmaybe this fragile thing he feltcould survive. Maybe he wouldn’t accidentally smother it. Of course, Dorianchose that moment to speak.

“How am I so lucky to keep ending up like this?” heasked, tracing his hands along Meical’s stomach.

The words shouldn’t have made him squirm. Meical thoughthimself lucky too. But there was something about the adoration that was plainin Dorian’s eyes, the genuine happiness in his voice that made Meical want torear back.

Dorian must have sensed the shift in the mood, because hepropped himself up on one elbow and pinned Meical in place with a stare.

“What’s the matter with you lately? And don’t try totell me it’s nothing. Ever since we had that talk, you’ve been unpredictable.” Dorianlooked concerned. He really was way too good for him. A lesser man would’vewalked away the moment Meical went cold on him.

“Iwant more than something fun, Dorian,” Meical had said. Why, why, WHY had hesaid that? He did ‘want more’, but he had always been fickle and he knew it. GivingDorian expectations had been a tremendously stupid idea, he should know by now that he can’t keep it up. It seemed he wasalready sabotaging himself.

“Fine, I guess I should explain,” Meical sighed. Excuses,lies, justifications ran through his head before he settled on the truth. “I’mscared.”

Dorian looked dumbstruck at that.

“What could you possiblyhave to fear from me?”

“You’re not what I’m scared of. I… I think I’m in lovewith you, and I’m terrified.” He resolutely looked away from Dorian beforecontinuing. “I know that I play at being this romantic, and I am, but I’venever done this with someone who mattered.” That was tweaking the truthslightly, but at least those words didn’t try to choke him on their way out ofhis throat like the alternative – no onehas ever mattered for very long – would have.

Dorian considered this for a moment before pulling Meicalin to a hug that felt like redemption.

“Don’t worry about that. Just be here, be present withme, and we’ll work it out. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“But what if I-” leaveyou with no explanation, push you away with poison words you never thought you’dhear from me, look at you one day without feeling a thing in my heart, it’shappened before and I don’t think I could stand it if I did that to you. “Whatif I hurt you?”

“Then I will be very cross with you, but unless ithappens, what do you say we don’t think about that?” Dorian lifted Meical’schin with one finger, placing a careful kiss against his lips.

“Okay. Okay, I can do that,” Meical smiled and kissedDorian back, intense and passionate, not sure if he was trying to convincehimself or Dorian.

[slappy-jr]

23: playing twister for mahanon/meical!!

“This is gonna be so fun,” Meical said, mostly to himself, as he smoothed out the Twister mat on the floor. The couch and coffee table had to be pushed to opposite sides of the room to get the floor space for it. Meical idly wondered if they could just leave the mat there permanently, make Twister a weekly occurrence. Maybe they could play strip Twister. How would strip Twister work…

“Where did you find this thing, anyway? Looks as old as I am,” Mahanon said, pulling Meical out of his thoughts.

“Garage sale.” Meical stood and put his hands on his hips proudly. “Only a dollar for the whole– are you stretching?”

Mahanon paused in the middle of his stretch, leaning far to his left with his arm extended over his head. He raised one brow at Meical. “Yes?” He moved to stretch his other side, exhaling as he did. “You should, too.”

“Taking this a bit seriously, aren’t you?” Meical laughed. “It’s a kid’s game.”

“Yeah, and we’re not kids.” Mahanon pulled his foot up to touch the small of his back, grinning. “As much as you like to act like one.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that for now,” Meical said with a smirk. He sat down on the Twister mat and stretched his legs out, reaching for his toes. Suddenly, a thought hit him. “Aw, shit,” he said, sitting up straight.

“What?” 

Meical looked at Mahanon, eyebrows creased in frustration. “Who’s gonna spin the spinner?”

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"Enamour me" for meical/krem, meical trying to woo krem and krem being unimpressed. i'm not logged on on this computer but lots of love - ky

“So what was soimportant that you could only talk about it in your quarters?” Krem’s voicewas loud, but distant. Still at the bottom of the stairs then. Good. Meical fluffedthe pillows behind him for what seemed to be the hundredth time, and adjustedthe lines of his open shirt. Everything had to be just right. That was theentire point of sending a messenger for Krem, waiting for him, looking like adream come to life.

“Answer me, oh, Your Worship,” Krem sounded annoyed as hemade his way up the stairs. Well. That was about to change as soon as he sawMeical, he was sure of it.

Meical hadn’t been nervous, not really. Not until Kremwas in front of him, taking in every facet of the scene before him. Thecandles, the flower petals scattered on the bed, Meical’s billowing shirtclinging to the contours of his chest. Shit, the shirt was too much, wasn’t it?He pushed the thoughts aside. Confidence was the key in selling this to Krem,whose face was growing more and more incredulous as his eyes focused on eachnew detail.

And then he burst into laughter.

Krem came over to the bed, sitting down haphazardly, noteven caring that he messed up the pattern of the petals. His shoulders stillshook with poorly suppressed fits of giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Meical asked in a voice thatdefinitely didn’t suggest he was sulking.

“You,” Krem said, deliberately slowing his breathing downso that he could talk. “You’re an idiot.”

“Oh. Thanks,” Meical made to stand, wanting to give in tothe impulse of leaving in a huff, but Krem pulled him back down and into hislap.

“Just listen, okay?” Krem held Meical’s face in betweenhis hands, and that gentle touch almost made up for being laughed at. Almost. “Itell you that I don’t do the whole boyfriend thing, and what do you do? This. Don’t get me wrong, it’shilarious-”

“It’s not supposed to be,” Meical interrupted, butsomething about the look on his face set Krem off again. Meical couldn’t helpbut laugh along. “I was just trying to do something special,” he said, but evenhe could see how objectively ridiculous it must’ve seemed.

All right, no point in dwelling on it. Inthis position Meical’s shirt had opened further, being brushed to the side byKrem’s arm, and judging by Krem’s glances at his chest, that part had at leasthad the desired effect. Meical moved fast, pushing Krem down against the bed,straddling his hips. He brought one hand up to run his fingers along the curveof his chest, teasing through the thin fabric.

“I had a plan and everything,” Meical’s voice waslilting, playful. “But I suppose you’re not interested in that either. Maybe I’lljust have to play with myself.”

Krem gave him a sideways grin.

“Why don’t you show me what you had in mind? Could hardlyget any worse.”

“Such a sweet-talker, you are.”

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"Paint me" meical/dorian, something sexy

He had been mortified, at first. When Dorian held up thesheets of paper filled with sketches of Dorian asleep in Meical’s bed; somelovingly detailed, others mere outlines. The lie was already forming on hislips. Where did you find those? They’redefinitely not mine. Taking a moment to actually look at Dorian, who didn’tlook offended or intruded upon at all, as Meical had feared, stopped even that deceptiveinstinct of his.

If Meical had known that Dorian would’ve suggested this, he would’ve hidden his art in aneven more obvious place than under his mattress.  

“How do you want me?” Dorian asked, already reclining onthe sofa, striking a pose that was equal parts sensual and overdramatic. Meicalhad to suppress laughter at Dorian’s suggestive wink, even as his mouth wentdry at the sight of Dorian’s lightly muscled frame, laid bare and laid out justfor him. He had to regain control, redirect Dorian’s slightly nervous energyinto something that would look as beautiful on paper as it did in person.

“Over here,” Meical said as he took Dorian’s hand and ledhim to the window by the balcony. Briefly, he considered opening the door andposing Dorian out in the open, wanting to see the unfiltered rays of the sunagainst his skin. But then Dorian would’ve had to get dressed again, lest hecatch the cold of a lifetime, and where’s the fun in that?

Dorian’s forearm came to rest against the stained glass,supporting his forehead as he surveyed the valley beyond Skyhold with a softsmile. The light against his skin, tinted by the stained glass of the window,only added to the dreamlike feeling of the scene and Meical hurried to captureit in his drawing. His left hand, his drawing hand, buzzed with energy ratherthan strange fade magic, as it so often did these days.

After what felt like minutes to Meical, but was probablycloser to an hour, he deemed the drawing finished. Dorian’s muscles had startedto tense from keeping the same position for too long, he shifted his weight subtlyfrom foot to foot. Meical put down his paper and piece of charcoal, and tookthe few steps between them swiftly and quietly. His arms circled Dorian’s chestfrom behind, unable to resist touching any longer.

“Does this make me your muse?” Dorian murmured. “I’vealways wanted to be someone’s muse.”

Meical made a small affirmative noise against the back ofDorian’s neck as he pressed the length of his own clothed body against Dorian’sbare one. Dorian pushed back into him, both of them content. Meical always didlike it when lovers were his.

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Rank your OCs by the following: most likely have video evidence of themselves getting hurt doing something dumb, most likely to be Team Mom, and shortest.

i’m gonna do top threes!

most likely to have video evidence of themselves doing something dumb:

1. meical lavellan

2. cerridwyn surana

3. valeria trevelyan

team mom:

1. saga cadash

2. wren cousland

3. na’ima adaar

shortest:

1. saga cadash

2. cerridwyn surana

3. drystan tabris

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