#themageofyourdreams

[shaken-veil]

“You forget to smile.”

Maria huffed quietly, then exhaling a long breath, before lifting her gaze, only to meet Gehrman’s warm eyes. “Is there a reason to?”

“Don’t be so grim, Maria. I won’t be gone forever.” He chuckled quietly, titling her head up and pressing his lips to her forehead. “We will see each other again, soon.” 

With that, the young, first hunter turned around and left, to walk into an unknown future. Little did he know, that he would never see her again.

For my dear soul-sister Bubbles ( @bubblesart / @thebeastwithaheart / @themageofyourdreams ), a yet-to-come scene from our Skype Roleplay with Young Gehrman and Maria. This should’ve actually been for your birthday, bby, but since you got out of hospital today, I thought you might like it now. ILU <3

[nasrevas-blog]

"Mother...." He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose the way his father did when nervous around her. "I believe I am old enough to join Father's forces. I am 18 now and my level of archery and sorcery is above those around us.... " Fennas looked at her with worried eyes as he grabbed her hands. "I hope you agree with me on joining the war for our people."

“Fennas.” Her voice was soaked with pure disapproval. “You are 18. Yes. Which doesn’t mean that you can throw yourself into a war with immortal elvhen mages. No. I do not approve, neither do I agree on your goal. You may think yourself above others, but this is your biggest mistake. Abelas told me, your self defense level still has to be trained. So no. You will not join forces with your father.”

[damnshems]

Fen'Harel was bored and wanted some good action. "Hey Darcia I want to tell you how to get baby seed. " He smiled wide wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "You see you have to be a plant, seeds come from plants. Get naked water yourself and stay in dirt as you spore. " He smiles

“In the dirt…?”

Darcia seemed to be mulling over the idea, a look of confusion on her face. “But wouldn’t I get cold? And what if another plant spores on me instead and I end up having their baby seeds? I don’t want anybody else’s baby seeds, Fen’shan! I want my own!”

[spiritofnimh-blog]

Blossoms of the Past

She remembered this place from a long time ago, a time where magic tingled on every surface and the world flourished and bloomed, mostly left alone to thrive and develop without outside influence. She reached out a hand, thin fingers brushing against the stone of a temple that was not crumbling, not half destroyed, but standing tall and proud in it’s prime. Nimh turned, taking in the full of her surroundings while wondering.. why? Why was she here, now, in this memory? Her bare feet stepped forward, she always enjoyed the way grass and moss felt beneath her feet. Moss was her favorite. “Hello?” Her soft, songbird voice called out as she peeked around a corner, large sea green eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.

[nasrevas-blog]

“that time of the month”

1/10

[nasrevas-blog]

'★'

Send me a '★' and I will tell you how my character feels about yours.

Solas is Nevia’s everything. Her ‘Sal’shiral’. She would let everything drown in destruction, if this would mean, that she would be with him in the end. She endured it all, to get to this point.

This is basically the reason, why she made herself his shadow, to protect him and be close to him at the same time. With their child, that changed, but her feelings are even stronger now with their little family.

[nasrevas-blog]

“You’re gorgeous.” He smiled and kissed her temple and down her cheek, till he found her lips.

Nevia smiled first and then giggled into the kiss, before pushing him away playfully. “Sweet talker. Is there something you want, to be on good terms with me?”

[nasrevas-blog]

Goose!

“Solas!.... Pull yourself together, this is an official meeting!” She hissed, though there was amusement in her voice.