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@reilinwarad asked: "Can you focus on me?"

💬🐉 — "... Eugh." It comes out as a grunted sort of groan, a scarred hand raising to cup his aching forehead. "Tryin'... shit." Bas mutters, blinking hard. His world was less spinning and more like, submerged under water... sounds muffled and garbled, and his head full of cotton AND rocks all at once. Whatever the hell those Venatori did to him definitely left its mark in some way. Like.. They're dead now, so it hardly mattered at this point, and he got away safe as he could, but still. Damn.

"Maker's fiery scrote..." he sighs, blinking hard and giving his head a little shake. Oh. Oh yea, no.. mistake. that was a mistake. "ugh." oops. The Basilisk squints up at the person kneeling by him. When had they even gotten there? "uh..." comes a breath, exhaling shakily. "who... uh... where .. -- maker. where'm I?" he'll be fine, he will. He just needs a minute. Or ten.

#reilinwarad #( asks )#( Ingvar )#hes somehow both... so serious and so unserious

@reilinwarad

WHERE DO I EVEN HECKING START

We've known each other for christ, like over a decade now? And tbqh I don't think I could go a day without talking to you, like genuinely.

You're my soulmate.

You are one of the deepest and most wholehearted connections I have on this Earth and I wouldn't trade it away for ANYTHING.

I know if ever I'm having a rough time, or am down, I can count on you to be there for me. You're like a sister to me. (Omg don't cry don't cry don't cry) And I hope you feel the same from me.

You are an amazing person, and I wish I could give you the world because you deserve that and more.

BOG WITCH SQUAMD FOREVER.

#positivity time #reilinwarad

@reilinwarad

Reilin had promised Pelle ages ago to a hot bath in his Qunari sized tub and had finally gotten around to drawing it for him.

He pulled up his chair, close to the fireplace like the tub and angled it a bit to give the other man some privacy but himself a place to warm his feet by the fire while he read.

"Mm...salts good for relaxing the muscles, healing smaller wounds..." he hummed as he put his feet up and flipped to his marked page in his book, "You want some more?" He asked.

How interesting.

He’d heard about what salt could do for wounds, but he’d also heard it burned like fire when it was applied. But he wasn’t seething in agony, maybe it was a different salt. Bath salts must have been different than food salts, if not then he might have just discovered why salt was such an expensive luxury to have. He wondered what made the bath salts smell the way they did. He’d never even seen salt before he came to Skyhold. He didn’t think to smell it, but the food he’d eaten that was seasoned with it did not taste as floral as the salts in his bath smelled. What made it smell like that?

“Does more salt cause it to act quicker?” he asked, draping his fingers over the edge of the tub when he sat up to look at Reilin. It was an enormous tub really, Reilin had told him it was designed to hold a qunari--which meant it was much larger than any bath he’d ever sat in. Even sitting up he was submerged up to his chest with water

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🛀

Put 🛀 in my ask for my muses reaction to yours walking in on mine in the bath.

The entire roo smelled lovely, and the steam from the hot water created a warm comforting environment to relax. He'd learned recently that steam was supposedly good for exerted muscles, helped them calm down.

Pelle hardly minded when people walked in on him bathing. So long as no one made it weird he wasn't going to either. He actually liked having someone to talk to even so long as they didn't want to talk about anything serious or related to his work. Just good idle chatting to pass the time, he liked that.

"You were right, these salts do smell really nice," he grinned. "Remind me again what are they supposed to do besides smell nice? I've never thought to put salt in a bath."

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Pelle was always so warm and nurturing in Reilin's eyes, a real calming joy to be around...and the two of them worked so well together as healers, tending the gardens of Skyhold on off days.And, as always, Pelle was right. Reilin had just come back from a long expedition. He looked worn and thin, a chunk of weight loss hidden by baggy clothes. His hair had lost some of its sheen and volume, and usually warm hands were frigid."Yes, yes, you're right...I would...very much like to sit down." He agreed, not letting go of Pelle's hands, afraid he'd drift away if he did so.

Pelle always appreciated when people didn’t fight him about their well being. There was being tough and then there was being stupid. He might have been a hypocrite on that note once in a while, but he knew his own limits so perhaps not. He didn’t know how much other people could take however, unless he knew them on a very intimate level, so pretending to be well would never sit well with him.

He pondered where he ought to bring him. Somewhere warmer than outside certainly, but he also might want to make him some tea. Regardless of where they went somewhere quieter would entail climbing some stairs, so maybe just his room was fine. Actually, maybe that was a good idea. He didn’t mind letting Reilin rest in his bed if he wanted to, he looked like he could use it.

He led Reilin up the stairs, never letting go of his hands to help him keep stable as they ventured up the stairs. He only let go once he’d sat him down on the enormous bed with him. Even with both of them sitting it still felt so unnecessarily large. He swore he could have fit four of himself under those covers.

Pelle intended to take good care of him, whatever it was he needed. Carefully he crawled over to opposite side of the bed to fetch a hair comb, pulling out a few stray hairs from its teeth.

“Do not hesitate to ask me for anything” he told him, taking a small handful of his dark hair and running his comb through it. “Are you sick?” he asked, fishing for details regarding Reilin’s condition.

#reilinwarad #c: Reilin

Hands

[ HANDS ] : our muses' hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

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Something seemed off about Reilin. It was like someone had touched and absorbed all of the energy out of him. If Pelle didn't know any better he might think Reilin might just collapse in front of him. He could feel that nurturing instinct starting to kick in. Before he was the Inquisitor, or the Keeper even he was a doctor first.

"I think you should sit down," Pelle advised him, taking hold of his hands. They reminded him of spilled ink of paper the way the pigmentation of his skin was scattered about his fingers. "You don't look well."

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💋

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For being such a flirtatious person he swore the hopeless romantic in him would always rear it's ugly head whenever someone else passed along a little affection to him. He didn't know why he was like that. He squeezed people's arm when he passed them, watched them from across halls undressing them with his eyes, making sure that person saw him doing it. He played with his curls, stood close to people when he spoke to them. He was by all means a promiscuous person, and yet he could never stop is face from flushing or his breath from catching when people did those things back to him. Sometimes, it was all lust, other times he got lost in fantasizing about what it would be like to be somebody's someone.

In retrospect, he was a mess.

Being kissed by friends or even people he hardly knew didn't really bother him, unless he hated that person of course. He liked to take it as a sign that maybe he wasn't doing as bad as he might criticize himself for being.

He liked to think him and Reilin got along pretty well. They were both mages, but he knew Reilin did not want to talk about that. He respected it, he'd never been in a circle but he could only imagine how traumatizing they must have been. They also both had a talent for healing, though that didn't always have to be magic.

The kiss caught him completely off guard, his hands hung awkwardly in place while his mind raced for things he ought to be doing with them. They were covered in dirt, as was the hem of his dress. In fact, his arms were dusted with soil too, though his freckled complexion probably made them look far dirtier than they were.

There was also another thing, Reilin was very pretty. Sure he kissed a lot of pretty people but not without a little reinforcement to sway them to kiss him first. Without that he stiffened up in surprise. Only then he started to worry that Reilin might think he'd upset him which was not the case at all. He tried to think of ways to communicate that without just saying "I'm not mad at you," because that hardly sounded appropriate to say to someone when they kissed you. Solution? Kiss Reilin.

Thankfully that didn't take a great deal of work on his part. Reilin was one of the very very few people he knew who was shorter than he was. He didn't have to try to reach his face and drag it back down, none of that. All he had to do was put his two hands stained with garden soil on either side of Reilin's face and return the favor. That was what he did.

He didn't say anything, because he couldn't think of a single thing that wouldn't make himself want to punch himself in the face later.

#reilinwarad #c: Reilin #the more i write little things like this im just like yikes pelle has some hilariously bad anxiety XD