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DWC: “Why is it always you?” :-)

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Title: It’s Always You Pairing: Solavellan – Modern AuVerse: Figures and FrescosRating: PG – Hot and Heavy Angst

I meandered through the statue room, trailing my fingers lazily over the red ropes that surrounded my favorite pieces. I hadn’t been eating or sleeping well, only lending to the empty ache that filled my chest. I had been trying to reacquaint myself with being alone most of the time, but it was honestly trying my sanity. A bust I hadn’t seen before caught my eye, a blooming heat rose in my face– I came to a stop before it, supposing it dated from Ancient Arlathan. The sharply angled face of an elf, hair plaited into a faux-hawk and a fierce, yet somehow mournful gaze stared back at me. I read the tag.

“Fen’Harel. How appropriate.”  

         FENDEHIS, are you kidding me?!

The sound dress shoes clicked on the marble behind me, but I didn’t need to turn around to recognize that pace, that voice.

“Why is it always you?” I growled over my shoulder. I’d rather talk to the statue.

“I have a penchant for the hatred of a certain museum employee,” His breath hot on the back of my neck, “I’m a masochist, it seems.”

          Nnnnggghhh…. Whyyy is he always able to make my knees weak?

Brushing his lips across my throat, a trail of gooseflesh raising under the almost-touch. He hadn’t been bold enough to touch me since I agreed to start speaking to him again—not that I hadn’t wanted him to, but I hadn’t been about to say so. Despite myself, a keening whimper slipped from my lips.

“Mmn,” Not a chuckle like I expected, but a breathy purr of, was that gratitude?

“Fen—”

I turned into him, finding more vulnerability in his face than I think I’d ever seen. His sea-storm eyes, intense as ever, highlighted by the almost bruise-like crescents beneath. He had combed out his trademark dreadlocks; his silky dark auburn hair now pulled back in a low, loose plait. He looked like a ghost of himself, but there was only faint mint on his breath, and his pupils dilated when meeting my gaze. Thank the Creators: he was sober. A small, hopeful smile parted his lips, curling just slightly at the corners.

         Oh.

I don’t know if he kissed me or I him, but I know when his mouth moved against mine I forgot anything else existed. Urgent, hungry kisses and his hands tangling in the hair at the base of my neck, he walked me backward carefully into the shadow of an alcove. Just out of sight of the cameras, I guessed. My body arched into him, head back to rest against the hand that held my neck. He breathed into me and my head swam. Only one thought was coherent enough to fall from my lips as he redirected his attention to my neck.

“It’s always you—“

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Writing prompt: failing to eat a peach. spitting seeds. the feeling of not wanting to cry in front of someone else

A long time coming!! Sorry for the delay, my love <3For @dadrunkwriting​ 

A prayer without hope is an empty thing. It is the shell of a silent scream, reverberating loss for a lonesome eternity. As negative as it sounds, it can, surprisingly, be a wondrous thing. It is how I feel when I look at her: hopeless.

Naele sat at the foot of one of many pine trees in the park. She was picking apart a pomegranate, hands stained and fingers popping each capsule into her mouth, one at a time. She would burst them between her teeth, granting glimpses of her sharp little canines, the flavor dissolving on her tongue.

“You’re dripping,” she nodded at my hand, spitting a seed to the side of our Avant-garde picnic.

She was right. I lipped at the peach nectar that was trailing down my forearm, not taking my eyes off her. Before the night I met her, I was easily defined in extremes, even to myself. Night or Day, Black or White. But here I sat now, with this girl who had made me temperate, and patient, and keen: suddenly painted in every shade of reds and pale pinks.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her voice cracked, and she suddenly the blush of the setting sun behind her. The green glow of her eyes flashing in the darkening park: the tapetum lucidum refracting the paling light for her vision.

“Like what, Fox Eyes?” I hadn’t meant to whisper it, but suddenly my throat grew hot and it felt hard to breathe.

How does this small, fragile thing cause such emotion in me? We sat in silence again for a moment. I closed my eyes.

I started at her touch, the hot moisture of her breath instantly beading on my skin in the dense humidity. She wrapped her lips around my pinky, sucking more bleeding nectar from the finger before sitting up. The tip of her small, upturned nose pressed to mine, she blinked, long and slow. I sighed—or swooned—I’m not sure. The last solid thought I remember was the feeling of her mouth on mine.

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“Remind me, what was it that I said?" A pairing of your choice! :)

Thank you, darling!! Modern Solavellan AU Email for @dadrunkwriting

To: FenFrom: Inhaelen LavellanDate: Thursday, December 31 at 10:01 PMRE: Apology

I am genuinely sorry about our argument, I had obviously had too much to drink. I don’t remember what I said, but I do know you’re angry with me because you think my doubts about our relationship are about you—which is understandable and I don’t blame you. But please know that this is not the case. You deserve to know why this will end. And it will end, eventually. Even the best relationships do when one party is a certain kind of weak. By “one party”, of course, I mean me.I am my own kind of heartache. I hold myself together in bed, rocking back and forth while I hum myself to sleep. I prefer to be alone, to sit high up in open windows, and I am never more than a few steps from the nearest exit. My unrelenting sadness will make you crazy, because there's nothing to fix—and you will drive me away with your long silences.

Really, I am truly sorry. I just didn’t want you to give up on me yet.—Nae

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It's not terribly early but the light is soft, mostly blocked from the windows that surround us. Mornings often start like this, in our safe place. I whisper to him while he sleeps; he stirs gently without lifting his lashes. Brushing the hair from his face and breathing "I love you"s against his skin. I let him rest, and he lets me curl myself around him.  I guard him from the waking sun, as he guarded me the night before: keeping the shadows at bay. He tells me I am the moon, and I tell him he is the night sky. I kiss the freckles of his shoulders and across the back of his neck. When he rubs the sleep from his eyes, the day begins.

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For DWC! Solavellan, naturally. 14. Which one rolls over in the morning to wake up the other one just to give kiss them

Thank you, love!!! ❤❤❤I just expanded this post here a sentence or two, so I kinda cheated a little, but I did originally write it for Naele and Fen, so?? Forgive me, it’s just perfect for exactly this!! For @dadrunkwriting​

When He Rubs the Sleep From His Eyes, the Day Begins.

It’s not terribly early but the light is soft, mostly blocked from the windows that surround us. Mornings often start like this, in our safe place. I whisper to him while he sleeps; he stirs gently without lifting his lashes. Brushing the hair from his face and breathing “I love you"s against his skin. I let him rest, he lets me curl myself around him.  I guard him from the waking sun, as he guarded me the night before, keeping the shadows at bay. Lips graze over the freckles of his shoulders, across the back of his neck. Rolling over and arms pull to encircle me, bringing his face next to mine. I whisper my mouth against his, and he chases when I pull away with a laugh. Smothering him in gentle affection, triumphant when he returns an insistent kiss. He tells me I am the moon, and I tell him he is the night sky. When he rubs the sleep from his eyes, the day begins.

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So, after realizing I never actually made Naele in the CC, I am now the proud mom of a precious and HILARIOUS OC baby. Her facial expressions are KILLING me 😹 The look she gives the chancellor, the ONES SHE GIVES SOLAS?!? Priceless 😻

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Naele & Dorian, besties @ the beach, pt. 1!!

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Lapis Lazuli, Mica, and Malachite for Halesta, Camber, and Naele

THANK YOU, BABY!!! 😍❤️😍❤️ Sorry it’s so…lengthy 😅

Lapis Lazuli: where ‘home’ is to them• Halesta quickly came to see Skyhold as home, even before she realized it. Then she slipped into a brief period of denial, since she assumed the Inquisition would dump her after she was finished with Corypheus. But eventually, she realized that the bonds she made were stronger than she had ever felt to her clan, especially since the death of her mother and brother.• Naele instinctively feels at home wherever Dorian and Bull are. She is closer to them than she is with her estranged mother or sister (not to mention the father she tells people is dead). Home is where your family is, and DoriBull is her family.• For Camber, similar to both Naele and Halesta, feels Home not a place, but a person. When she is with her brother, Somber, Camber feels most comfortable with where she is. Her clan has an…unusual tradition of raising the children without acknowledging who their actual parents are. Also twins were an oddity among the desert elves, so Camber and Somber only felt they had each other.

Malachite: what they thought they would be when they grew up• Halesta was told from a young age that she had A Destiny—and since her mother was a Seer, Halie knew it had to be something big. She truly didn’t know, but she definitely didn’t expect to be sucked into the Fade and spat out in the middle of a bunch of intense Shemlen….• Naele has hoped to be an artist for her entire life. Unfortunately, old school Boticelli-style freelance painters are no longer quite as easy to find in “Help Wanted” ads. Luckily, when re-reading an old illustrated edition of Shem fairytales, she discovered her passion.• Camber had merely expected to live and die with her Dalish clan. She had been promised to a much older Clan Elder from the time she hit puberty, but luckily, he died of an infected Varghest bite before her fifteenth birthday (when the Wastes Clan considered females old enough to be impregnated). It wasn’t until she left the Hissing Wastes, tracking her brother, that Camber began to entertain thoughts of a different life.

Mica: what each views as their worst personality trait• Halesta has temper like a Hurricane…and she’s not proud of it.• HA! For Naele, it’d be easier to name what about herself she Doesn’t see as her worst trait….s. • Camber struggles with her inability to show her emotions. The only time anyone other than Somber knows what is Camber feeling is when she’s Scary-Angry.