#sereda

[friendzonedloser]

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[cuillere]

Heyy! Prompt for DADWC, any ship of your choice: "Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat."

So, this took me ages, because I don’t take part in @dadrunkwriting​ half as much as used to ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ Fun fact : This was originally supposed to be about Alistair! -- She was used to the sound of her heartbeat. Used to hearing and feeling the blood pulse through her. But it usually happened in battle, or after a physical effort, not right after dinner, settled around the fire.At first she thought maybe she was intuitively sensing some sort of danger, so she concentrated her senses on the outsides of the camp. The tall silhouettes of the trees surrounded the camp in a soft darkness, but she could only hear the usual - and distant - animal sounds and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. After an instant, it calmed down a bit. She could still feel the blood pulsing in her throat and along her wrists, but the sound was gone.She allowed herself to get her focus back onto the ongoing conversation between Leliana and Alistair. They were telling awfully bad jokes and making a sort of contest about it. Both of them were laughing a lot. Leliana wore an expecting side smile as she was waiting for the punchline. It was quite charming and it sat well with the twinkle in her eye. When the punchline came, she laughed out loud. It was a light sound and her face went up, facing the night sky. There was the heartbeat again. She had failed to notice it the first time, but she felt a bit warm, too. Like a candle flicking in her chest.Was that … ?She sat in perfect immobility for a while, trying to grasp the feeling, to make sense of it. She couldn’t quite fathom how she’d fallen for Leliana, when she was still grieving Gorim. Maybe she had formed an attachment as a way of remembrance? Maybe that was just an illusion?“Hey, are you okay?” Sereda lifted her head to see Leliana, her hand on her forearm, obviously worried. She could feel the blood rushing right under Leliana’s warm touch.“Damn,” she breathed. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Leliana’s brow shot up with an inquisitive glance, before she smiled. “Okay, then. Goodnight, Sereda.” “Goodnight.”It took a while this time, for the feeling to recede. Maybe, maybe this wasn’t an illusion?

[bfohgprompts]

Leave all your love and your longing behind

You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

Florence + The Machine / Dog Days Are Over

[sp-arqtec]

[allwednesdays]

Batman sign in the night. www.instagram.com/sereda (free download on Soundcloud)

[kaaras-adaar-a]

Cake. Birthdays were for cake. Something chocolate this time, sticky with a fudgey filling, and entirely sinful, certainly, but if you couldn't be sinful one day of the year in celebration, what was the point really? She waited outside his office for him to return, holding the plate in her hands. The dwarves didn't have birthdays. They celebrated namedays instead. So this was special for her too, a bit of the surface to celebrate with sweets. Perfect. @wefortifyandfollow

As he’d been heading towards his office, his head was down, focusing on reading the latest reports that had been handed in. He would have blindly walked past Sereda, save for the fact he had a habit of checking if his door was actually open, so his head lifted. That’s when he saw the dwarf with the plate in hand.

Maker’s breath... she somehow knew it was his birthday. The Hero of Ferelden, knew it was his birthday. He felt his cheeks blush, lowering the reports. He was touched, even more so at the fact that she clearly had cake for him.

“Maker’s breath... I... is this for me?” 

@wefortifyandfollow

[snapitkeeper]

i love Alistair....

[victoriousakadice]

PUT IT IN THE BAG