#princelybrother

[summermagus]

*cautiouy begins to make multiple gif sets*

[elhawke]

princelybrother

“If you’re here to chastise me for that argument with the cleric, she started it.”

[hereliestheinevitableabyss]

ஐ ///♡♡♡found out how to send symbols on mobile yo

ஐ Approach yours in clothing they know yours loves them in

It’s a silly thing, honestly. She travels between Starkhaven and Kirkwall, intent on staying just one day. Then it turns into three days…. then a few weeks. Talking with merchants, trying to build up Kirkwall again, garner resources, convince people that the docks were safe and there men and women ready to work.

She has few shirts and while she isn’t off fighting half of Starkhaven, it’s still hot and muggy as the Free Marches are. So she runs out of shirts about her fifth day in. The night previous she had slept beside Sebastian when they were going over some papers.

She woke in the morning and the parchment was scattered between them still and Shepard had managed to throw an arm across him from her side of the bed (when had it become her side?) and the papers in question were crumpled slightly.

Sliding out of bed slowly, the morning was already too warm for Shepard’s Ferelden hot blood and she dragged a hand over tired features, rolling just one sleeve up, rising slowly and shifting quietly about his room, stilling when she heard Sebastian readjust. Then, she carefully retrieved one of his tunics since she didn’t have anymore of her own and headed back to the chambers she tended to use when here in Starkhaven now.

She drew herself a bath, not wanting to bother a servant or maid at this hour and washed herself, wet tresses being pulled back into a bun that rested above the nape of her neck. She had fresh smalls ready and pulled those on and her trousers before tugging on Sebastian’s tunic. Slightly too big, but it’d do. She tucked deep blue of the fabric into her pants and moved to lace her boots, then go wake Sebastian for company more than anything.

When she got to his room, she found him finishing getting ready and smiled at the pause she got out of him when he saw her in his shirt. “You can stare at me later...” she told him flatly, hiding her smile the best she could.“Or now...” he drew out and Shepard let out a bright laugh, real and full.

She let herself be drawn into an embrace, resting her forehead against the archer’s with a low hum. When he leaned down to kiss, she pulled back with a laugh, “If we start that, you’ll miss breakfast and your first meeting--” she chided.

Then she was drawn up, under her legs and hitched up around Sebastian. She was laughing into the kiss, her back pressed into the cool stone wall.

She’d allow herself this. Maker.... she’d allow herself happiness for once with out ruining it for herself.

[hereliestheinevitableabyss]

The House You’re Building

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Shepard smirked briefly and continued to nose behind his ear. “Yes?” she asked with an innocent tone, pulling her nose back and resting her chin on Sebastian’s shoulder, fingers fanning out over his torso where they laid, taking in his pulse and holding him a little tighter to her, lowering her head to nuzzle his shoulder again.

She pressed idle kisses to his shoulder and up his neck before pulling away completely and taking a few steps back, one side of her lips lifted into a smile.

[kxngcailan]

one night in starkhaven

a book by me and sebastian.

[knightcxmmander-blog]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

GO WISH THIS ASSHOLE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

[daggersandsparks]

treat me like a stranger [princelybrother]

The name was uncomfortably familiar to her. She knew who he was, of course. She would be foolish to pretend that she didn’t; she was far more concerned with him recognizing her. She held the scrolls in one hand, tapping them against the other hand, anxious.  She didn’t often see people from her past for a reason. She’d given up on that life a long time ago, and she was no longer open about it.

❝Serah Vael.❞ She started as she approached, her head bowed slightly as she pointedly avoided letting her Wycome accent leak into her words. 

❝Sister Nightingale sent me, I’m to take over Antony’s responsibilities helping you. I’m Mairwen, ser.❞ She gave him a small bow while hoping that he would not recognize her, her practiced smile remaining on her face.

[hellathanmoved-blog]

princelybrother

“ Are you with the Chantry?”