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[ravusnightblossom]

" These things take time, you cannot rush them any more than you can will the sun to rise faster, nor the waves to stop in their motion. I imagine you could try, but you'll only give yourself a headache in the meanwhile. " Alhannon shrugs, a dark brow raising. " Not a pleasant thing, I'd imagine."

Unprompted ask || always accepting || @sabraelost​ 

   The nearly poetic words reminded Ravus of something his mother would have said to him, years passed when he would have approached her for advice over some matter or another. Time had long since jaded him from those simpler times, but he was still capable of appreciating wisdom, no matter how... verbose. 

“No, I imagine not,” he said quietly, glancing to Alhannon. “Though, I am hardly stranger to a headache.” He suspected the antics of his sister would grace him with another one soon enough, whether or not he expected it. 

There was truth in it, of course, and he simply sighed heavily, offering a nod of acknowledgement. Even if he didn’t abide to the suggested advice, at least the words had sank in.     

[whocanretell]

"So then, well... my hand slipped-- and i loosed an arrow..." alhannon pauses, looking up from his stitches to enhance the dramatic pause of his story-- "found it's mark true, in the behind of the thief who thought he could take the halla from under my nose!" ( an alha for dalish ! )

"Oh ho!" Dalish is, if nothing else, a wonderful audience. They lean in at just the right moments, clasp their hands and "ooh" at perfectly punctuated times, and respond with enthusiasm when appropriately cued. "Well done, you!" Alha receives a gentle thump on the shoulder for his efforts. "I'm sure that was a lesson they never forgot! My arrows tended to be....." Dalish pauses to show Alha a cat's cradle of thin, delicate ice strung between their fingers. "A bit of cold comfort for their trouble."

[ghilannainguideme]

"people always give me concerned looks when they hear the story--- i was a child mind you, and no one can let go of the fact that i bit my friend" alhannon paused, eyes rolling as he scoffs at the thought. "mind you, i warned him that if he kept putting his hand over my mouth during fights, i would bite him."

"That's foolish. Anyone would bite in your circumstance, friend or not." By the steep evening sunlight, she carefully secures the fletching on another arrow. "Why is it that people are always surprised when you do what you say you'll do?"

[ghosttsar-archive]

@sabraelost​​

What is your muse's favorite animal? What's the reason that animal is the favorite?

Rachel doesn’t really have a favorite animal ! She is definitely an animal person though. She likes horses a lot ( she rode them a fair amount as a kid ) and cats. Regardless of what is happening most of the time , if she sees a cat , she is pspspsing at it until it comes over. Birds she has less interaction with until she joins the Dregs , then she is on the rooftops of Ketterdam often enough they become more regular. There have been a few times when she’s prevented one from smacking into a window , or helped it in the aftermath. The crows around the Slat and the Crow Club especially like her because she feeds them and protects them.

( random headcanons )

[chokethelight]

@sabraelost asked: Is there a muse that is particularly easy for you to connect to & write? If so, why do you think that is?

I mean, I suppose it’s a little difficult at times to connect to & write some of my characters. I’ve had some terrible experiences in the past that have made me stop writing all together & I mean, I have grown. I don’t get panic attacks anymore thinking about it & that’s good, but there are times I see a real disconnect between relating / connecting to some characters at times.

I’d like to say the one I can connect to mostly in the last few years has to be Ky’lar and David Lawson. Ironically, these two are far off the spectrum's, but I don’t know, I feel far more connected to them for various reasons.

Ky because I’ve put so much work into him since High School to where he is now. From building up, to changing around, back again, and making him to who he is now. Rough around the edges, but I still get brain rot for him at times.

David Lawson is a little different as I can relate to him on a more physical level. Like? Sharing the same pain and some of the same circumstances. Wanting to do more and be more and ONLY getting it through a few outlets . . .

I don’t know, there are others I connect to (like Jesse Anderson, my little idea ran wild from when I was a kid), but I don’t know??? it’s just a little odd.

I mean, sometimes I connect more due to my mood, circumstances, or how angry I am. It also depends on my mindset or  pain levels are. Sometimes it’s easier to connect with a character than others and sometimes the only connection is . . . sharp teeth, massive ego, or even confidence.

[whocanretell]

@sabraelost​

“I lost my red string at the Conclave.” The words barrel past her lips before Rivka can remember whether they even exchanged a greeting with him. “Ir abelas, hahren,” they sigh, their short deferential bow sagging with the weight of exhaustion. “I’ve never been without one.” Which he would certainly already know--what Dalish child came into the world without one? This was why spending every moment in the field was preferable to Haven--her frayed nerves could only take so much. “This will be the third one in a decade, you know.” They laugh wryly, fingers plucking at a stray loose thread dangling from the hem of their tunic. “Elgar’nan has plans for me.” Yellow eyes meet his and her expression softens, the falling snow lightly dotting the red-brown curls framing her face. “I’m sorry to impose, but if you have a moment, I would welcome your aid.”

[divinesleft]

     “in the end, is it all just greed?”

@sabraelost​ // s.c (black wave - k.flay)

[theharellan]

"when i was younger, i was a wild thing-- vis has a scar to prove it. bit ashamed of it now..."

"We all bear the marks of our misspent youths, in one way or another." He rings his left hand around his right, reminding himself of his own. They are but ghosts upon his skin, faded to faint impressions over centuries, old marks from old spells misfired and knives, handled clumsily by hands still learning their limits. "I might have more of my own to prove myself, had less of mine not been spent in dreams."

How many scars, he wondered, had fallen through the crack of his memory? Years and seconds lost in the mire of his mind? To consider it too long is unnerving, and so he doesn't, smoothing over his scars with the flat of his palm, attention turning to the drop of shame he sees reflected in Alhannon's eyes.

"Perhaps to you it is a mark of shame, but whatever lesson it imparted has been learnt many times over, I suspect. Let it remain a testament to the longevity of your bond, another knot in the ties that bind you, and—" He smiles, but only just. "Another tale to tell over dinner when he wants to see you blush."