#senoculae

[maimedaffaira]

❛       i’ve  always  been  our  keeper’s  first.             i  was  just  lucky  that  there  wasn’t  already  another  first  when  i  was  born.     ❜             shoulders  rise  &  fall  as  she  twists  her  staff  within  one  hand  ,  this  way  &  that.        it’s  a  beautiful  staff  ,  so  different  from  anything  she’d  had  in  the  wilds  --------  STAFF  OF  THE  DRAGON  , it  was  called.              powerful  ,  if  not  a  little  gaudy  with  the  carved  dragon  figure  on  the  end.        it  had  been  gifted  to  her  when  she  awoke  as  the  herald  of  andraste  ----  foolish  title  ,  given  she’s  dalish.     

❛     this  is  a  lovely  gift  ,  but  by  the  dread  wolf  ,  it  is  heavier  than  it  looks.         seems  to  defeat  the  purpose  of  a  staff  being  easily  maneuvered  ,  does  it  not  ?     ❜          a  short  laugh  as  the  redhead  turns  her  gaze  from  her  staff  back  towards  the  fellow  elf  ,  amusement  dancing  on  her  features.        ❛   your  staff  is  more  my  type.     ❜  /  @senoculae​

[pellelavellan-a]

@senoculae ahem sin

Solas looked so collected for a man several inches deep inside of him.Nothing like Pelle, whose hair was spilling over his slender shoulders in every possible direction while he breathed like he’d just run a stretch of the barracks and back again.

“I can take more,” he mustered raggedly, despite the trembling in his supple legs that’d been raised over his head. Solas was studying him closely, looking for queues that he ought to stop penetrating his tight hole. But Pelle was determined to prove that his deeply flushed and dewy complexion only meant he should bring him to a climax rather than leave him to finish himself.

“You want to come don’t you?” the young elf added, brushing a thumb over Solas’ sharp jaw.

[xfrozendreams]

A volley of arrows rains down upon the battlefield, and in a moment of desperation Solas pulls Alnira into his arms to shield her. ;))

☾    ALNIRAFENEN was still so unused to the strategies of battle. She was a healer for Mythal's sake, not a fighter! Battle frightened her, but she was getting better. Better, however, was not enough. She was so focused on the mage in front of her, attacking the woman with a frost spell, that she did not notice the volley of arrows sent from farther away until Solas was pulling her into his arms, shielding her from the dangers.

   IT was the sound that stopped her heart. The thud of impact. Her breath rushed out of her. « Solas? » Her voice was quiet at first, cracking on the second syllable, « Solas? » The second time her voice grew louder and more desperate. She needed to see his face, but his arms were still wrapped around her, and she could not move.

   ALNIRA heard the rest of the party form around them, attacking in the distance to the archers who had let loose their arrows. Cassandra's voice yelled commands, but Alnira could not hear her words. The young woman squirmed, wriggling herself until she could finally see Solas’ face. 

   « SOLAS, what did you do? » She asked, cupping his face into her hands. Her eyes grew watery, obscuring her vision. « Why would you do that? » She knew why, though. She was the Inquisitor. Others had put themselves in danger for her before. She hated it. She did not want to be protected at the expense of someone else’s life. 

[steeledheartsarchived]

under normal circumstances, the inquisition’s commander always made it a point to try and mostly avoid areas where the various mages of the organization spent their time. while he was at the point where he trusted them enough to have his back in the midst of battle, the thought of visiting them outside of business purposes made him nervous. this anxiety was only heightened by the lyrium withdrawal that he was dealing with and made him borderline paranoid at times. he found that it was better for him both personally and professionally to avoid the majority of the mages whenever possible, especially since quite a few of them ( understandably ) hated him on principle. unfortunately for him, this was far from normal circumstances. lilah had always suffered from nightmares, ever since that first night after he’d found her in that rubble with her mother’s body. these nightmares were something that had become typical for them in kirkwall and always been fairly easy to manage with a soft song or a story. and, according to mia, they’d all but stopped when she’d lived with her. but now that she was here in skyhold, they’d gotten increasingly worse and were now at the point where he had a guard stationed outside the door in case she ended up sleep walking outside again. they needed to find some solution. quickly. a combination of desperation and lucrezia’s gentle urging had led him to the decision to approach solas. the elven mage was incredibly wise and, according to lucrezia, specialized in dream walking of sorts. she didn’t fully explain it, but she insisted that it was possible that he could help. after a particularly rough night, cullen had finally given in and decided to seek the elf out. he left lilah in the garden with mother giselle watching over her as he made his way to solas’s room. the commander forced himself to push down his rising anxiety as he gently cleared his throat to announce his presence before speaking. “solas, do you have a moment? there is an urgent personal matter that i would like to discuss with you.”

@senoculae gets a plotted starter!

[a-byronic-heroine]

Continued from here with @senoculae

The maleficar’s brow was furrowed as she examined the elven man’s face. “You decide to try fighting off the Red Templars with your face instead of your magic? Because that's what this looks like.” She started coaxing his blood away from his skin with blood magic, trying to head off the bruising that was already starting to form. She knitted the busted veins and capillaries to the best of her ability the same way.

[manidottir]

@senoculae​

It was one of the first quiet evenings that Signe had experience since coming to Thedas. The first night that she’s had completely to herself where they hadn’t all been out camping and exhausted from fighting all day. Things had been a mess when she showed up and Lena had basically shoved a bunch of paperwork her way as soon as she could and then there were out on the road. When she started to walk out of Haven she wasn’t really sure where she was going, just that she was looking for some quiet. The sounds of the seemingly ever training recruits had faded as she found herself walking out onto a dock over a frozen lake. Her breath plumed in front of her face as she sat down and took in her surroundings. It was peaceful out here, the snow reminding her of home. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine she was sitting outside of Windhelm, or perhaps on a wall of the college of Winterhold where she’d been studying before ending up here. There was a soft stirring within her as feather light footsteps came up behind her. The souls within her alerting that someone was coming up behind her. It was Solas, she could tell by his gait. “Good evening Solas,” She said before looking at him over her shoulder. “I hope I didn’t take your spot out here. I just needed a moment away from --- the chaos.”

[iithildim]

@senoculae​  asked:  ❛  you still have doubts about it, don’t you ?  ❜ (  STORIES  I  NEVER  FINISHED  |  ACCEPTING  )

⧼ ☾✦ ⸻   ❝  Is  my  face  that  distressed  you  can  read  it  that  well ? I should really work on my poker face. ❞ She questioned him as well as making a small jest, she found herself leaning against the cold stone   ...  SHE  HAD  MANY  DOUBTS  ,  none that concerned her inner circle, but inside herself.  Some days she wanted to run, run so far away from Skyhold or truly allow her hidden anger she had to finally come out.  Cassandra  told  her  they  picked  her  for  this  role  , not for her mark but for what she was a person. 

Yet the person she was, is simply someone who was trying to survive   ...  no higher being , no heavenly protector guiding her on this line of death and destruction.  ⸻    It  was  only  her.   ❝  My name has been taken away from me and those who believe in the maker wish to rip my identity away from me and make me into something I am not.   ❞  She let out a small chuckle, as her hand reached up to play with one of the plaits that she would spend an hour on every morning   ...   The one thing this place couldn’t take away from her, was her talent in making her hair as perfect as possible.

❝  If I am not Hedona, I am the herald, if I am not the herald, I am the inquisitor  ...   WILL  I  EVER  GET  TO  GO  BACK  TO  BEING  JUST  HEDONA   or has my fate truly fallen within this organisation and their ever so perfect maker ? ❞   She had realized as soon as she let the question leave her vocals, she was being bitter   ...  She did not care what the others’ beliefs were, as long as it didn’t try to be pushed upon her own beliefs. She adored the creators, she knew the stories   ...  SHE  STUDIED  THE  STORIES, she refused to turn her back on them now because someone said the maker had chosen her.  

❝  I do apologise, I did not mean to unload on you like that, oddly embarrassing for me.  ⸻    So to answer your question, I have doubts but not with you or anyone here   ...  but myself,  I refuse to play a lie, but I see if I was to become this lie, it would of been easier on me and the people of Skyhold   ...   GODS  ,  I  JUST  MISSING  DANCE.  ❞    Her voice gained louder with that last line, as if it was just blurted out of nowhere. Life was truly simpler when she had her freedom to do whatever she pleased, to see many eyes on her knowing too well, not one of them would ever touch her   ...  It  was  one  thing  that  made  her  feel  powerful  without  the  titles. 

⸻     Now  she  was  an  example  of  someone  being  blessed.   ⧽

[iithildim]

@senoculae​  asked:   ❝  i’ll set you free.  ❞ (  MITTO  |  ACCEPTING  )

⧼ ☾✦ ⸻   THE  DAWN  HAD  YET  TO  COME,  as Hedona found herself under the heavy duvet of her bed, as her fingertips were gently tracing every mark of Solas’ face, she had thought he was asleep    ...  He had seemed peaceful, as if his mind was at ease, exploring the wonders of the fade inside his dreams.   Her fingertips found themselves on his small scar, the soft touches   ...  THE  GENTLE  GESTURE  WAS  SOON  REPLACED  BY  HER  LIPS   ...  a loving moment that was meant to be a secret, who knew how he got such a scar but it was apart of Solas.

His voice soon echoed out and the brunette couldn’t help but to chuckle, she found herself rolling on top of her, as her whole body sat up, she straddled the man below her. Her hair that was upbraided fell gently on his cheeks.   ❝   You  know  it’s  rather  rude  to  pretend  to  be  sleep  in  the  presence  of  the  inquisitor   !  ❞  She joked, as the room fell silent   ...  only the crickets could be heard from her open balcony. The words he said, they were rather   ...   odd. It was if he was talking to her, but truly not talking to her   ...  As if he was speaking to someone else, but whom ? She had no clue. Her hands found themselves upon the bare chest of Solas as she lifted her head up to look up at the only light that was coming through the room, the moon shining upon the two of them as they laid in her bed. 

❝ I don’t need you to set me free, Solas   ...  I am quite free already, apart from being chained to the mark and the Inquisition.  ❞  She mumbled slightly, her eyes didn’t turn back to look at him.    ❝ My clan gave me freedom, they gave me freedom the day they turned their back on me  ...  I  survived  this  world  by being    ...  me,  NO  GOD     ⸻     no  master    ...   no  family    ...   it  was  only  me.  However, I know many aren’t    ...  Some of my people are bounded by chains, some of my people are forced into worshipping a God that isn’t their own. I am quite lucky to have such freedom.    ⸻    Even  if  that  freedom  had  cost me everything.  ❞     She  could  of  gone  a  different  way  ,  she could of been a good girl and just did what she was told and still of had her family, but   ...  why did her heart cry out no to the vallaslin  ?  Was it truly vanity, that she did not wish for her beauty to be tainted by such marks, that’s what her father told   ...  that her vanity would be the death of her, yet   ...  She would of sacrificed her beauty for her Gods if they were to ask her personally, they never asked her it was the elders of the clan that wished for the coming of age ritual.  IT  WAS  HER  FATHER  WHO  TOLD  HER  SHE  MUST,  no Gods came and said that to her, no Gods have ever came to her   ...  For her prayers always went unanswered. 

❝  Freedom is having a choice and I very much have my choices and if I didn’t, I do not think I would find you in my bed.   ❞      ⧽