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[manidottir]

My dear sister, I want so badly to protect you from the world because I know all too well how bad it can be.

Saak briinah, mon do iilah | Mal briinah, mon do krein

[fantasmagoriie]

It had been centuries since the castle had seen life in it’s halls. Where a lively palace once stood, an empty shell had been left in it’s place. Though that’s what happens when the occupants become nothing more than a myth. A cautionary tale to ward children away from the high stone walls retaken by nature from years of neglect. The former Lady of the household, Elizabeth Bathory was said to be a beautiful woman who was taken by a strange illness after being attacked on the road, or so her husband told anyone that inquired about her. In truth, she’d been turned into a vampire. Reborn with an unending thirst for the blood of the living. Her husband tried to keep her secluded, to keep it a secret, but when too many people around the castle went missing he sought out help in hopes that there might be a cure. They were told if she bathed in the blood of a virgin born at exactly midnight on the night of the blood moon she would be cured, or so the story went. In truth this would give her the ability to walk in the sunlight once more, NOT cure her of vampirism. In a desperate attempt to get his wife back he set her free, allowing her to roam the lands in search of the virgin she needed. Search she did, but in her wake was a trail of unimaginable bloodshed. For years she roamed until she began to think she may never find who she needed. By the time she returned to her home, her husband was long dead and the castle had begun to fall into ruin. Few even remembered the name of the Lord and Lady who’d once lived there and so she locked herself away deep within the bowls of the castle in hopes that while she slept, the one who would be the key to her salvation would be born.

Ages passed and the castle lay quietly around her until now. The soft echoing footsteps had reached the vampire in her coffin, though she did not stir right away. How curious that someone would be here. What were they looking for? It made no difference to her unless they entered her tomb, and so she waited.

The crash of the door was what woke her fully. talos preserve me a soft voice echoed through the room. Who ever this talos was would not save her from entering Elizabeth's tomb. Slowly she pushed open the lid to her coffin and set up. How sweet and young this girl smelled it had her mouth already watering with hunger. As their eyes met the vampire smiled oh so sweetly. “Well hello there sweetling, what brings you to this dark and dusty castle?” In an instant she is behind the brunette a hand playing with the tips of her hair. “This is not a safe place to wander.”

@soldottiir  ⇢ Closed Starter

[manidottira]

Sisters; Signe and Selena She is the sun, and I am the moon. The sun may rest easy at night knowing the moon is watching over the world while she sleeps. Fear not, my Sun, I the Moon will chase away the monsters that come out at night. They will hide in fear of your light because they know I am behind you.  I am the true monster in the night.

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[blodrikir-a]

@soldottiir #my muse has baby fever i'm blaming it on seven

[bheithann]

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          The smell of Solitude was very different from the smells of Whiterun. Marvin didn’t trust anyone here; the city itself felt too judgemental and cold, very unlike the gullible idiots back in Whiterun, who trusted with only a simple smile.

           Still, Marvin couldn’t ignore his purpose for travelling here in the first place; he’d heard rumors that a new high queen had been crowned, and he was very interested in meeting this queen. He normally didn’t care for politics or the world around him (save for the obnoxious dragon attacks that happened sporadically), but a high queen who was ALSO the dragonborn? Surely there had to be a shining opportunity there!

          He weaved his way through the streets, mentally rehearsing what he’d say when he saw her. Jarl didn’t feel right, neither did Dragonborn. He didn’t feel all that comfortable using My Queen either. He continued to work his brain for a good way to address her formally and respectfully.

          But, it wasn’t until Marvin reached the throne that he stopped just to stare, all practiced words leaving him drawing a complete blank. He’d been expecting a regal appearance, a strong woman who could cut him down with a stare. Not someone shorter than him.

          “You’re the queen?” He blurted out, arms dropping limply to his sides. “I was expecting someone taller.” He looked down at himself, then back at her. “And the Dragonborn? How?”

[alldaddyarchive]

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                                          ❝ You’re overthinking it; you are DRAGONBORN - the soul within you is enough. ❞ There was a very real sense of frustration that seemed to be written all over her face. They’d been trying to hone in on the word for at least an hour, Odin pronouncing it over and over again in an attempt have her UNDERSTAND. Yet, whenever she did speak, nothing would happen. Encouragement was given towards her, but he didn’t know how much PATIENCE he had left in him.

[manidottir]

Drabble -  After Redcliffe @soldottiir

“You are a mistake. You should never have existed.” Alexius hissed as an amulet began to glow in his palm. A shiver ran down Signe’s spine, just as it had outside the gates with the time-bending rift and panic welled up within her.

“No!” Dorian screamed and shot magic at Alexius, knocking him off balance but it was too late. A green mass appeared in front of Dorian and Lena before there was an explosion. Signe tried to reach for her but just as she felt the fabric of Lena’s tunic she was gone. Both of them were. Signe stared down at the scorch mark that was left on the floor.

For a moment it was hard to breathe. Once again Lena had been taken from her, this time right from her fingertips. Her little sister. Was she even alive this time? Her eyes moved from the spot on the floor to Alexius who looked happy with himself. Though the expression melted away when he looked into the eyes of the older Dragonborn. Yes he’d seemingly destroyed one but now he was face to face with the other. Her eyes flashed gold and a growl rumbled within her chest and Alexius paled. “What have you done?” She hissed.

The man began to shake as he took a step back. “I -- I have corrected the mistake!” His voice trembled in fear as his back hit the side of the fireplace. “The Elder One will be pleased. He will protect me from you heathens.”

Another growl echoed in her chest. “She was no mistake. She was my sister!” The other members of the Inquisition were still in shock but they took a step back from Signe. “She was my sister and you took her from me again!” A feral snarl came from her lips as she whirlwind stepped to close the distance between them. Her hand was around his throat in a second as he was pushed further into the brick with a dagger to his stomach. “Should we see if your Elder One cares enough to save you from my fury? Or shall I send you back to him as a warning that I will be coming for him?”

“The Elder One does not fear you mortal.” He tried to steady his voice but it still wavered as he looked into her golden eyes. What sort of creature was she that her eyes glowed as such? Like he was looking into flames that would devour him whole.

“I am no normal mortal and he is no God. I will tear him limb from limb for what he has done, for what you have done.” The dagger slices at his side. “And once you see that I have killed your so-called God, only then will I take your life.” She shoves his head back into the brick before pushing past everyone else to leave. She needed to be alone. To plan, to watch for the signs of Corypheus and once she found him he would die under her blade.

Signe traveled back to Haven alone and walked straight to her cabin to pack. Cullen had seen the look on her face and knew something had gone horribly wrong. Though he wanted to approach and ask, he knew it would be a mistake and so he would wait for the others.

"Are you really just going to walk away from everyone?" Solas stood in the doorway of Signe’s cabin as he watched her pack her belongings. He wanted to tell her to stop, to ask her to stay. Solas knew she was hurt, she was angry about what happened but so was everyone else. Lena had become an important part of everyone's lives, both sisters had.

"I see no reason for me to stay." She had yet to look at him. If she did, she would change her mind. "You don't, you don't understand. She was all I had here! She is the only reason I was in Thedas, the only reason I stayed."

"I see." Those words hurt more than he had expected them to. Was this what it felt like when he pushed people away? It was harder to control his expression than he thought it would be. "So no one else here has become important to you? Have you felt no connection with anyone here?" He watched her pause in her movements. Her hand tightened into a fist around a shirt she held.

"you know I have...." She wasn't heartless. No matter what other people said. "But you must understand that this is not my world. I do not belong here." Finally turning to look at him Solas could see the pain in her eyes, the unshed tears. "They needed her not me and now she is gone. Surely you see how the people here look at me. If not for her, they would have attempted to make me Tranquil for what I can do. Even if it wouldn't work, they would surely try."

"I would not let them touch you." The words slipped from his mouth before he could think. " I -- they need you more than you realize. You too have become an integral part of this organization. The others have come to look at you for leadership. Have you not noticed that?"

"Of course I have, but I'm not who they should be looking towards! I can not fix the mess this world has become. The way its people are treated simply for having magic or pointed ears? Maybe it deserves to burn." She doesn't truly mean that but at the moment she couldn't care less. This world had taken her sister from her, perhaps permanently this time.

In that moment Solas saw much of himself in Signe. Her anger towards the world and how the people, how the elves, were treated matched his own. There was a line that could be passed here, a moment that could change everything. Taking a step forward he held out a hand towards her. "Then join me. We can stop Corypheus together."

There was a moment of hesitation but something in Solas had changed as Signe looked at him. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Who are you really?” Signe had seen how the elves here held themselves and Solas had always been different. She’d thought perhaps it was because of his history, how he was raised and his travels but now she could see that wasn’t the case.

He knew what she meant, he’d let his demeanor change. No longer did he stand in front of her like the humble elven apostate. For a moment he wondered if this was a good idea. Revealing to her who he was and his plan but it seemed like it was too late now, she was far too suspicious. “I was once called Fen’Harel, The Dread Wolf, thousands of years ago.”

“The Elven God? The ones I hear Elves using as a curse? May the Dread Wolf Take You?” Her brows furrowed but he didn’t seem to get the reaction he had expected. People in this world weren’t used to the Gods interfering with their lives like those back home. How many Daedric Princes had Signe met at this point? A drinking contest with Sanguine, a tea party with Sheogorath in the mind of a long dead King, The Night Mother though not a Daedric Prince was connected closely enough with Sithis, and that dog had led her to speak with Clavicus Vile. “Why hide this from me? If you are a God, why join the Inquisition as just another apostate?”

“People don’t typically have a warm reaction when learning who I am.” His left brow rose in response to her questions. “I have been asleep since I created the veil to lock away the Evanuris. There was a war and they were destroying this world. I did not realize that creating the veil would bring my people to become what they are today.”

That had been a shock. Solas, Fen’Harel, had created the veil that kept everyone in Thedas from using magic except those more adept at it. “Should I start calling you Fen’Harel?” The name rolled off her tongue in the most enticing way to Solas with her accent. For a moment he wondered what it might sound like to hear her whisper it in prayer, or perhaps calling it out in passion.

Pushing away those thoughts the moment they surfaced he shook his head. “No, you may still call me Solas. That is still my name, before I became The Dread Wolf.” In truth they were not true Gods, merely those powerful enough to be seen as one. He had never liked the title, nor did he enjoy the worship. He was simply a man, if anyone was truly a God, it was those Signe had told him about. They had shaped the very fabric of her world. The Evanaris didn’t have that kind of power. “When I awoke, I had planned to take down the veil. To try and restore the People to their rightful place in the world. In truth, the orb Corypheus holds is mine. It was a focus object that was stolen from me. It contained my power that had been locked away. My abilities are merely a shell of what they used to be.” Most of that had been the truth, except that the orb had been stolen. He’d hoped Corypheus could unlock it and would be destroyed in doing so. Everything that had come to pass was not part of his plan.

“So you joined the Inquisition in hopes that you could get your orb back.” It made sense now. At least from what he’d told her. Solas didn’t have the power he used to, it had been stored in the orb and when he awoke it was gone. Used for a nefarious plan. “You still plan to take down the veil I assume, and you need to go after Corypheus to do so.” He gave a nod. Solas was smart, and strong. If they got his orb back the two of them could easily handle Corypheus. “Then I will join you. It’s time I do things how I see fit and the Inquisition will only stand in my way.”

It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Solas had planned to go at this alone, to leave once he had his orb. Perhaps he may still, but for now they were allies. He did not have to leave this woman who had wormed her way past his barriers so easily. Now they just had to leave the Inquisition. “I shall go collect my things and meet you at the gates.”

Once Solas left the cabin Signe continued to pack whatever she could as quickly as possible. She knew the others would come to see her now that Solas had left. She was sure they knew she would try to leave and planned on stopping her. Sure enough as she was leaving the little cabin, Cullen and Cassandra were walking in her direction. Slinging her pack over her shoulder she waited for them. “Surely you’re not leaving now.” Cassandra asked as she eyed the pack on the Dragonborns shoulder. 

“Did you really expect me to stay? After what just happened?” Her jaw tensed at the thought. Signe had been keeping back the feeling of heartbreak with her fury but it was slowly starting to creep in. “You have your mages I assume. You don’t need me.”

“Of course we do! Now more than ever. Without Le--- Without the Herald we are lost. The Inquisition needs all the help it can get. Is this really what your sister would want you to do?” Cullen took a step closer to her in an attempt to reason with her into staying.

Signe let out a snarl and reached for the Commander, grasping the front of his armor and pulling them face to face. “Don’t you dare presume to know what my sister would want me to do. I raised her, I taught her how to fight and survive, how to wield a weapon. She was more than just my little sister, she was like a daughter to me and now your organization has gotten her killed. You’re lucky I’m simply leaving and letting you continue.”

The Commander took a shaky break as he looked into Signe’s eyes. He could see she meant what she said and had no doubt that she could severely cripple their organization before anyone could even think of stopping her. It was their fault. Releasing the front of the Commanders armor she pushed past the rest of them and stalked towards the gates. Signe and Solas left the inquisition that day and would not be seen again for nearly a year, which by then it was already too late.

[magicveiined]

One would think trekking in the great outdoors was not something Gideon was proficient in. Perhaps it was a Tevinter stereotype, his fellow countrymen was always perfectly coiffed and constantly complaining about accommodations on the road, though Gideon himself didn't mind it as much. Perhaps because he'd spent enough time on the road during the first few years of leaving home, fumbling and learning how to survive.

The trek back from Val Royeaux had even been fairly peaceful, most disturbances having been taken care of on their way through the first time. When asked by Cassandra to find kindling for the fire while the rest set up camp, Gideon gave little resistance and set out into the woods around them. Imagine his surprise when the little Herald of Andraste herself started to trail behind him. "Are you sure you wish to be alone with me?" He asked before leaning down to pick up a decent log that would last through most of the light. "I'm surprised the others let you slip away for fear I might eat you." A crooked grin spread across his lips as he looked at her. He had of course been flirting with her throughout the trip, and how prettily she blushed each time.

@soldottiir said ❛  it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.  ❜

Brows shot upwards and a laugh tumbled from his lips. Perhaps this little Herald wasn't as innocent as he first thought. "A perfect opportunity is it?" Placing down the kindling and logs he'd collected so far he stalked towards her slowly. "What sort of opportunity are you expecting?" By the time he was in front of her, she'd been backed against a tree. Gideon leaned in as close as he could without touching her, lips hovering above hers. "Do you want me to take you right here and now? Is that what you want? To be fucked mere feet away from our companions?"

He tsked at her and stepped closer, his body now pressed against hers, his right hand coming up to wrap lightly around her throat, thumb pressing up on the bottom of her chin to make her look at him. "What a dirty girl you are. Whatever would the Seeker think of the little Herald of Andraste if she knew." He turned her head to press a kiss to her neck. "If you really wish for me to take you, it's not going to be here. I want to be able to take my time, to worship your body as it deserves to be worshiped. To lavish you and satisfy you so thoroughly that you see stars. That is the kind of lover I am."

Stepping away he grinned down at her, the flush across her cheeks and chest. "When the time comes it will be all the better, so patience deliciae. You will get what you want." Lips pressed together in a slow sensual kiss before he pulls away fully and returns to the pile of kindling he left behind. "Come now, before the others grow suspicious and think I ran away with you."

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