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"no luca no" game but with tamlen and the eluvian.

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—at least the stars remain.

     maybe it was silly of them, more childish than they wanted to accept. but something the stars at night drew the three out at night, never too far away from the camp. just far enough that they were alone. together. it's something they've done since they were so young, new friends desperate for ways to bond in an ever-moving family.

     they'd leave just as dusk came to an end and twilight was settling in. the clear forest sky was perfect. they could stay there for hours—days even, if the laws of the world would have allowed it—staring up at the stars. sometimes they'd climb trees and rest in the branches. other times, just sit on patches of grass. wherever they sat didn't have to be comfortable and it wasn't always; they were just happy with the company.

     the first time, they're joking.

     "should we make a wish?"

     they laugh, but they do. and the tradition starts.

     their wishes are the same each time that follows.

     merrill wishes for happiness. for her, and her friends. she wishes for their well-being. above all she wishes for elves to thrive again. for their culture and history to be reclaimed.

     tamlen wishes to be strong for him and his people. he wishes to hunt well and to be brave, someone that the clan could look to for protection. lastly he wishes for the gods to return to them. for their prayers to be heard.

     mahariel struggles. she's never known just what to wish for. so she settles, wishing for simple things. for the clan to be safe when they travel? or what about healthy halla? she just doesn't know.

     they never broke their tradition. not until that day. that day merrill hates to remember, but refuses to forget.

     it took her years to look at the stars the way the three used to. they made her feel sad, reminded her that some wishes will never come true. but she did start to see the hope again.

     she didn't notice herself making wishes on the stars again. small things: for the next day to be good, to not mess up a spell in a fight. slowly the things she hoped for got bigger in importance. and soon she found herself with a new tradition. 

     from now on, quietly sitting under the vhenadahl in the midst of night, she wishes peace for tamlen. and she wishes safety for mahariel. that one day, she will find her way home. back to the clan, back to her.

     and lastly, every night before she returns home, she hopes that wherever mahariel may be she, too, is wishing upon these stars.

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                    It's late when she climbs into bed,fingers tapping against the sheets,                     against the posts, to find her way. He watches her fondly, smiling as                     the other finally reaches him, no more tapping as her senses tell                     her exactly where her beloved is.     He meets her with open arms, hands sliding down a soft back,     marking the blades and ridges he finds there beneath her tunic.     She sighs once, twice, before resting her head against his chest,     chuckle leaving her as eyes close.           She...is beautiful.    He wraps her in the furs, in the blankets, and in the love he cannot    hide. She cannot truly see his smile, but he knows she can feel it    when hands finally cease in movements, simply holding and never    wanting to let go.   When she buries herself deeper, sleep drawing her close, he wants   to cry, to pray that this will be it. This will be the last night he allows   himself such indulgence. He cannot love her, yet here he is, in love.   What a strange thing to befall him. What a strange thing to lament.                               He has many things to regret.                              He doesn't want this to be one. The time to leave is soon, yet the breathing form now slumbering in his arms holds him down and strips of his plan, his cause. He joined because it was a mean to an end. Never did he expect to have  his loneliness taken, replaced by such...passion. Ana moves, and his arms tighten automatically. She has been through so much, deserves all that she has and more.                                She does not deserve him.               Tonight he will hold her. But tonight will not be last.               Tonight is only a countdown of what is to come

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                             she was really starting to like skyhold. it was so different             from everywhere else she'd been. it was surrounded by snowy moun-             tains, yet they could grow such lovely plants here. even if a little broken,             it surely was a pretty place.

                             merrill sat crouched near the tents, admiring some smaller,             yellow flowers. her fingers traced over the petals; she considered pick-             ing one. maybe she could find a vase, or anything that could work as             such and give it to varric. she thought he'd like it, and the main hall             certainly lacked some brighter colours.

                             yes, she thought. she would do that. carefully she plucked             one by its stem, holding it gently between two fingers as she stood and             turned. as she was headed towards the main entrance, a too-familiar             sight made her stop.

                             it was different this time, he looked different. real? she             dropped the flower.

                                            ❝tamlen?❞

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       "Lethallin..."

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The Star

The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?

"I lost someone a long time ago. Before I left my clan— he was more important to me than you could ever imagine. If I could have prevented him from just- 

                                 going into that cave….” Mihtriel shakes her head. 

"If anything, I’d want to seal the breach and resolve the conflict between the mages and the templars. If it were possible…" The Dalish sighs. 

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actual real life eugene sims: iTS THE FIRST DAY,, OF SPRING.. AND MY LIFE IS STARTING OVER AGAIN..... THE TREES GROW, THE RIVER FLOWS,, AND ITS WATER WILL WASH AWAY MY SIN... fOR I DO BELIEVE... THAT EVERYONE.. HAS ONE CHANCE.. TO FUCK UP THEIR LIVES.... aND LIKE A CUT DOWN TREE,, I WILL RISE AGAIN,, AND ILL BE BIGGER,, AND STRONGER,, THAN EVER BEFORE,,,

actual real life eugene sims: FOR I AM STILL HER E HOPING,, THAT ONE DAY YOU MAY,, COME BACK,,

actual real life eugene sims: FOR I AM STILL HERE HOPING,, THAT ONE DAY YOU MAY,, COME BACKkk

elf boy: UHM NO GEGT AWAY FROM ME

elf boy: GET A WAA Y

elf boy: THROWS OUT HANDS

elf boy: N O