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Progress on a cross stitch last year I am hoping to get back to soon! I have silver floss for the blade and I got gold and bronze to try for the hilt, but I need to decide what to do with the space that would be white in the eye. Pattern by the ever-wonderful @professional-crybb and SHE HAS MORE! <3
Drabble: kiss
Marble floors tint bluegolden as the sky lays its first kiss along the sun's curve, coaxing the small things of the world to blink, yawn, sing. Very soon, warmth will take its place in the parade of dawn.
One elf who usually greets it now leans slack against a tumble of Halamshiral's finest pillows. Cobalt silk with lace, waterfalls even when not dripping off a bedside. The exhaustion of her body against them is clear: face so peaceful her lips are parted as she lifts and falls with dream-deep breath.
Solas wishes once more he'd seen her to the mattress.
Drabble: lyric
If his own mother exists, she is on the lost side of the terrible rip in his memories. To Fenris she is fact. Faceless, nameless, voiceless.
But Fenris knew Hawke's mother, and crucially, so did— did— Hawke. Who now lives with a mother on the other side of an unmendable tear. He knows no lullaby to ease her from ragged crying. He knows no better how to leave her.
In the heartsore suffering of midnight, something comes to him: lyricless humming, low, utterly safe. Fenris snatches before it can flee his desperate mind. And then he hums it for Hawke.
fic: dexterous
Ancient Arlathan AU f!Lavellan/Mythal/Solas, M, 2k. Written as a treat for @breitweisergallery's "The Right and Left Hands... just another thing stolen from the elves" idea in the 2025 @arlathanxchange.
What need has Mythal, Seaborn, All-Mother, Glorious, to fulfill her own will? To touch her own divine self? None, for she has two capable Hands: Solas and Lavellan.
This one gets weird in a slippery way I like. Top notes are only pleasant, but klaxons of all-is-not-well are going off under the joyful devotion. If you want them to be.
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fic: glory, gold, a few tales told
Rook (Ytredine)/Taash, M, 2600 words. Written for the 2025 Rookships Flash.
A collection of scenes based on flash prompts: gifts sneaking away love letter secret admirer flowers idiots in love
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fic: worth it
m!Hawke/f!Lavellan, Explicit, 3k. Written for TightAssets in the 2025 Smutquisition.
...I think none of this can be extracted for tumblr preview purposes, actually. Hawke big, Lavellan fierce. No shame, no safety for mage towers.
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As much as I loved my first (human) Rook, decided to try Qunari for this second run. Lavellan's all snazzed up with decent eyebrows and ready to eat quiche. Via will get her there!
