#thread: lir

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A Question | CLOSED

@herotainted

He stood in the courtyard of the Denerim castle, toying a bit with his hands, seeming to be waiting. He’d made sure there weren’t too many people about, keeping them busy with this or that. He was taking a big step for any noble in Thedas. Something not really done in recent history, anyway.

His eyes lit up as he saw her enter the grounds and he quickly made his way over to her, a smile on his features.

“I missed you,” he greeted Adala, gently cupping her face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his thumbs running against her ears. He pulled back a bit, giving her a playful grin. “Did you miss me?”

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@twotrevelyans (Marcella)  liked for a starter from Lir

Lir had little to no warm feelings about Orlais. His father had fought against them to free Ferelden from their grasp and preserve their culture so for Lir to be in Orlais was something of an annoyance. One wouldn’t be able to tell that, though. So far he’d charmed quite a few of the Orlesians, getting compliments on his charm and remarks of how he wasn’t what they expected from a Fereldan. Which had caused more ire to rise up but he covered it.

The Exalted Council was important and while Teagan was keen to show his distaste, Lir would not. He needed to insure this went smoothly for Alistair, after all. Fereldans didn’t enjoy outsiders in their country; and the Inquisition had a hold within their boundaries they did not appreciate in the slightest. Something had to be done.

The gardens gave him a slight break from the Orlesians and the Council. He strolled along, contemplating how many more damn Orlesian letters he would get suggesting ‘political alliances’ he would get after this. His gaze moved down the path, seeing a woman just ahead. A member of the Inquisition, if his memory served correct. She was settled on a bench, looking over a book.

Trevelyan, right, from the Free Marches. Free Marcher company was better than Orlesian company.

“Might I join you?” He asked, all smiles and charms.

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@herotainted continued from here

He hadn’t much of a choice but to be stuck in bed. She had sprawled out, essentially, on top of him and Lir was trapped in bed until she awoke. Most of the time, her talking had been incoherent, but he had managed to pick out a few words here and there. He ran a hand through her hair lazily, taking it in.

“I can think of other instances where you screaming would be preferred,” he teased her with a grin. He tilted his head as he looked down at her and motioned to her form on top of his.

“And what was I supposed to do? Kick you off the side of the bed so I could get up?”

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@blightedmagi liked for a starter from Lir

Lir didn’t know much about magic or mages; he knew what the Chantry taught but he also knew people. And his father had always taught him to treat people well. But he was aware mages didn’t get out and travel much unless they were allowed to by the First Enchanter. He knew the warden was new to all of this; the war, the travelling, and so on.

He approached her in camp, a slight smile coming to his features. He had no desire to make her uncomfortable, after all. Everything had happened so fast in both their lives, things came reeling without any way to stop them. It was a lot to take it.

“So,” he began, “how are you holding up with everything?” It was a genuine question. She’d allowed him to travel with the party, after all. He could be personable and try to get to know them.

They would end up spilling blood together, after all.

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@vendicatri because Lir’s not done with this.

She was a strong woman, something Lir could easily admire. She was stubborn with a good heart, other features which made her attractive to him. And then their banter back and forth through this quest to stop the Blight only made her all the more attractive to him. And he wasn’t the type to deny that fact, either.

So the question was no surprise; a fun little tease to get her riled up a bit. Yet he listened as she began to explain what he would have to do and an amused smirk widened on his features, blue eyes glimmering with mirth.

“Like so?” He asked, bending down ever so slightly to be closer to her, as well as taking a step closer to her. His arms hung lazily at his side, even though his instinct was to put one arm about her waist and bring her closer to him. He wouldn’t do that. Yet.

“May I have a kiss? Or need I bend down lower?”

He looked at her playfully, an auburn curl falling against his forehead.