#philly tag

[opheliatrevelyan]

Waiting by an Open Door (2/2)

Relationships: Alistair/Female Amell Rating: Teen Word Count: 14,281 featuring: non-warden Amell, established relationship, amnesia trope, alistair loves his (almost) wife so much, silly family antics (Lorenzo is Lorenzo), some angst, & a happy ending~

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Alistair will wait however long it takes for the love of his life to remember him. For @inquisiorastoria

"There's… how many rooms?" he asked faintly, sneaking a look at Laia's face. It reddened with such force that he settled a hand at her elbow on instinct. If she fainted, he wanted to be on the standby, because he was a patient man sometimes, but if another head wound sent her spiraling further into the past, he'd probably just hit his own head and hope Andraste brought them together again.

He wouldn't. But the thought was tempting, especially after the last few days in her company. He'd been unable to do more than watch and clench his fists as she tempted him in every way a man could be tempted with every little smile she shot him, every little laugh, every little bit of herself she allowed him to see in their weeks of travel.

Lorenzo shrugged, hands clasped behind his head, looking at ease. Alistair didn't believe it. Too much discomfort in the pinch of his mouth, so that the resemblance between him and his cousin was more pronounced than ever. "Not enough for all of us. We're pairing up for the night—"

"Shouldn't I be with you?" said Laia in such a tiny voice, Alistair thought Lorenzo might simply ignore it. He didn't. He flashed Laia a sympathetic look and then shook his head. Her chin dropped and she shrank into her cloak.

"No because I am rooming up with a couple of them tonight already. Including Oghren, you're welcome for that. We can't cram anyone else inside. Short of sleeping in the stables—"

"I can," said Laia and Alistair in the same breath. Their eyes locked, and she registered then the hand on her elbow. Her breath trembled, lips parting to speak then stopping, and he tried not to think too hard about the many months it'd been since he'd even kissed her. The contact between them was nearly too much to bear.

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@summergreen009 @theluckywizard @tired-truffle

[fangedphillygrrrl]

you guys all probably think that the cutest person in the world is some random actor or celebrity or your friend or something, but you're all wrong. it's actually this woman from the septa ads. i would die for her.

[butchfriend]

went to the trans march in philly last night which was worth it for this pic alone

[opheliatrevelyan]

Waiting by an Open Door (1/2)

Relationships: Alistair/Female Amell Rating: Teen Word Count: 8,000 featuring: non-warden Amell, established relationship, amnesia trope, alistair loves his (almost) wife so much, silly family antics (Lorenzo is Lorenzo), some angst, & a happy ending~

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Alistair will wait however long it takes for the love of his life to remember him. For @inquisiorastoria

"I…." she trailed off, frowning hard and then wincing. Her hand lifted to her head, thin fingers brushing over her face and then the neat line of stitches over her brow. "Am I… Why do I…" Her face creased, a hitch in her breath, and oh, no, he knew where this was going even before the tears fell.

Alistair climbed to his feet, settling on the edge of the bed and drawing her hands from her face. Her fingers twitched, and her tears fell faster, confusion bringing another pained frown to her face. He squeezed her hand between his own, leveling out his own choked breathing into something calmer. Once he knew, he settled one of her hands over his heart. The other stayed in his grasp, selfishly craving the comfort of her soft touch.

"You're safe now. It's all over," he promised.

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.

Slowly, her breathing calmed, too. "I am tired," she whispered, slowly drawing her hand free. He believed it—she was always tired after her tears got the best of her. Any other time, a little walk or cuddling brought her from somber to her usual quiet cheer.

Tonight, however, Alistair only nodded. "Some rest is a good idea. Imagine it'll help you heal faster than keeping me company," he joked weakly, squashing disappointment. A few minutes in her company after weeks without her was better than nothing. Better than the alternative no one had dared venture with him.

Tag List ♥ @aetherflowers @bibutterflies @carako @dogot

@dragonagedorks @inquisiorastoria @morganaofcamelot @priya-san @somethingthedasrelated

@summergreen009 @theluckywizard @tired-truffle

[fangedphillygrrrl]

GOD BLESS THE BEAUTIFUL CITY OF PHILADELPHIA

[precociousreader]

went line dancing yesterday and philly was there w a girl (and another person, presumably their friend, who somehow my other friend knows). and he didnt acknowledge me once but we did end up dancing next to each other and i also ended up dancing next to the girl he was with also. (and she laughed at a joke i made during the class which was fun)! anyways how do these things happen to me. my life is a movie rn

[precociousreader]

philly doesnt pay for any streaming services but prime because he can't share passwords with his friends on those services...im rabid

[precociousreader]

asked philly boy on the second date what his thoughts on taylor swift were and was very upfront that it was important to me but i wanted him to be honest and he said "she's got really good pop music, i think she could do more with her fame but she's a white woman so i get it, her fans sort of scare me, but my favorite album of hers is red" and then followed it up by saying he was more of a lorde girly and owns melodrama on CD. im HARD!