#traitresse

[korcariapostate]

@traitresse didn’t even like for a starter im just Horrible

      she had sensed their magic DAYS ago -- a quiet pulse through the bones of the winter palace -- a magic she had grown accustomed to . elvhen : ancient , from the times of arlathan , if the dalish tome she had stolen all those years ago could be believed . . . and given how the elf all those years prior had been ready to slit her throat over her grievance , it could be . so as she walked through the palace on clicking heels , head held straight in avoidance of every servant she walked passed -- knowing very well they were only eyes and ears to their faithful master -- she arrived before the handmaiden's meager bedroom ( in comparison to her own ) before placing a simple knock upon the gilded and white door , as her free hand nursed a rune - etched cup of lavender tea .

      the eluvians -- her reason for employment under the empress -- were singing yet again . mind wandered back to the eluvian deep withing the bowels of ferelden all those years ago , and without meaning she remembered too the blighted mirror that had come from the ruins near the WARDEN’S clan . . . the blighted song , she described , angry and hostile . but today , even now , morrigan could sense the ancient elven song even in the palace .

      how intriguing for an elven servant woman to be caught in the center of such an accusation !!

      an accusation that remained dead on morrigan’s lips : unspoken , and un - shared to any other soul .

        ❝ shall i return another time ? ❞      she felt the eyes of elves upon her as she spoke , cataloging and detailing her every breath to bring back to their conductor -- whoever they may be .          ❝ i have brought a gift . ❞

[ofspvrta]

θ::|| @traitresse​ liked for a lyric starter: “alone” - miette hope

              “I've got nothing to offer to make you understand.”

[ofspvrta]

μ::|| meme:             𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑺 .          |  [ Ξ ] accepting      

θ::|| @traitresse​:  were you awake all last night ?

     The truth was she hadn’t slept. Not last night, nor the night before, nor the countless nights before that. She didn’t sleep, she doesn’t sleep. But she doesn’t share that detail, worried it would alert the other to her hidden truth, worried it could compromise so much. She yawns, forcing herself to appear tired, to ease Briala’s mind.

                 “Yes. I couldn’t sleep. I’ll be fine.”

[ofspvrta]

μ::|| meme:            𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.    |  [ Ξ ] accepting      

θ::|| @traitresse​: [ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).

       It feels like out of nowhere that there is a hand pressed firmly against her collar, pushing her into the wall. Immediately her hand is on her blade but before the mercenary can even protest, she gets a look at her assailant, Briala, and isn’t sure if she should tense more or be relieved. The woman had been able to read her for what she was at the party, a stranger, a killer, a foreign party seeking information. But she seemed so willing to help. She had wondered if she’d meet the elf again and here she is, keeping her pressed to the wall, leaning close to whisper secrets pertaining to her target. 

                                “You couldn’t have just slipped me a message?” She asks, mild irritation lacing her tone.

[korcariapostate]

@traitresse​ liked for a lyric starter !!

            heart -- magic man

        ❝  you know, i could not run away it seemed -- we'd seen each other in a DREAM . ❞

[ofgildedmuses]

@traitresse​ liked for a jan’sa based lyric starter !!

            dancing in the dark -- bruce springsteen

        ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 . you can’t start a fire without a spark . ❞

[ofgildedmuses]

@traitresse​ said:

13 for jan'sa thank (:

      𝐉𝐀𝐍'𝐒𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 : it was a nervous and rather shaky affair , and it was done deep within the belly of their home . neither had earned their vallaslin , yet as trembling and clumsy lips met by the flickering veilfrie and hands wandered bodies in the dull light , the memory etched itself upon her mind : something solid , and just as real as the writings upon her face .

      but the huntress she had once known was years ago and miles away , and as she looked upon the golden city below the winter palace -- golden eyes taking in each detail of the infamous city -- long ears burned as briala made herself known . she was interesting , immeasurably so , and beyond that she had taken interest in the inquisitor . though , even that statement was false : she had taken interest in jan’sa the woman -- not jan’sa the herald , and not jan’sa the elf . but to the present , golden cuffed ears flushed ever so slightly as the inquisitor spoke over her shoulder .

        ❝ i have to wonder how many guests have marveled at the golden lions and marble pavement lining the path to the winter palace . ❞       funny , she thought , how LITTLE of the elvhen population she had noticed on the ride in to the palace’s brilliant stables . it brought an honest frown upon her face . 

      ‘ come with me , ’ she yearned to say , ‘ come with me , and lend your aid to the inquisition. ’

      but briala would always say ‘ no , ’ wouldn’t she ? of course she would , she was needed by the people within the city , wasn’t she ? jan’sa swallowed the question before it could escape , and instead turned to face the other -- body leaned against the marble railing behind her with a tight smile upon her lips .

      but briala hadn’t moved , and quite overcome by the sight of her jan’sa pushed away from marble . treading as lightly as she could , the inquisitor placed her hands upon gentle shoulders with a soft breath . she knew how to play the game -- she had to learn -- but something about the moment between them seemed . . . genuine . perhaps a fool’s gamble , jan’sa apologized under her breath , before kissing the the other with the same timidness she once held so many years ago .

[korcariapostate]

traitresse said:

28 tho

28 .  secret  kiss .

      it was remarkable how accustomed to the palace’s night-time halls morrigan had come , for it was only on the quiet nights -- the ones without the extravagant gowns and the frilled masks -- could she meet with the elven woman she had grown to enjoy . long legs concealed by a flowing red dress , accented yet utterly muted in comparison to the gowns seen during the day , they carried her far beyond the places she dared frequent during the day . for at night , there came a certain calmness , and while the palace still remained a den of SNAKES , she refused to bow to the beasts of halamshiral . instead , near nightly , she found the comfort that only came with a lover -- a lover both secret , and utterly hers .

      and then , as always , it started with a kiss .

      pleasantries detailing their respective days were hushed between them , and with every night it became all the more abundant they they were from separate WORLDS . briala was an ambassador now : nobility in title alone , not in name . . . and morrigan every so gracefully described her day beside the empress and madame de fer , telling of the petty squabbles that threatened to dissolve empires . all so pleadingly spoken as briala’s lips traveled across her neck , to the soft skin behind her ear .

      they were from different worlds , it seemed , for then briala would murmur against such warm , beating skin the mundane of what her people had heard -- so coyly dangling the REAL secrets just out of morrigan’s greedy grasp -- and morrigan , utterly infatuated , would know far better than to pry .

      but power , it seemed , had less of a grip upon morrigan’s heart as it used to .

      for as kisses grew more heated , and lips met hungrily if not desperately , their roles in the court were FORGOTTEN , if only for a night . mask and titles so carelessly abandoned in favor of something real , morrigan’s head always swirled with the fear -- no , knowledge -- that someday their affair would have to end . someday morrigan would be called away , and briala would ascend to the throne . . . 

      it was a pretty dream -- wrapped in glittering lies , and a fine silk bow -- for what use would the empress of orlais , SAVIOR OF THE ELVES , have for a witch of the wilds ?