#v-inquisition

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starter call|| @ass--sass--sin||open

“And so all along, the Wardens were involved in the Conclave.” Felassan pushed himself backwards so his chair legs were half off the ground, feet propped on the table. “Shame what happened to Stroud, but I’d rather not have been the one to stay and fight the fear demon.”

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starter call// @banalvhen

Felassan was many things. Graceful and subtle, and a self proclaimed master of telling the time by reading the sun. Until it came to mud that came up to their ankles. Felassan hated the Fallow Mire.

“Inquisitor, why are we here again?” He asks, shielding his eyes against the rain. Despite this, down to his ankles he was bone dry where he wasn’t splattered in mud. “I know we’re supposed to investigate those missing soldiers, but the corpses are a little excessive.”

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Blue!

Color meme//oh god pls no more

She’s still wrapped around the silk scarf from Val Royaux when they return to Skyhold, entranced by the way the scarf sparkles blue in the sunlight. An impulse gift, and Theria had so few pretty things. Felassan insisted on buying it for her, digging to the back of his coin purse for the funds. An expensive thing, once cheap in Arlathan. The garment caught her eye the moment they passed the vendor, and glanced at the stall for an hour before he’d caved.

Theria held it up to the sunlight, just to admire the color. He smiled. “Da’len, you’re supposed to wear the scarf, not stare at it all day.” The Inquisitor barely regarded his comment, moving only to wrap the scarf around her shoulders. Blue looked good on her, a fact in which Solas commented often. “As pretty as it is, I can’t imagine why you’d want your arms to match the color of the scarf by holding it up for hours.”

“You didn’t have to buy it for me, I didn’t need it.” She remarks, arms crossed over her chest smartly.

“That’s not what your wanting face said.” Felassan nudged her, a wry smirk easing it’s way onto his features. “Maybe I just like watching you turn into a two year old with candy the minute someone hands you something sparkly.” She scoffed, then shrugged off his remark.

“Thank you, Felassan.” 

Felassan pointed to his cheek, tapping his face lightly. “I’m sorry, but you forgot something here.” Theria snorted.

“Ass.”

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ღ (o˘◡˘o)

Affection meme// accepting @somnivr

           ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table in bed            

Being Inquisitor had it’s perks, the nicest room in the entire castle being his favorite. It was an odd thing, to unwind at the end of the day with a lover, or with anyone at all. Felassan was accustomed to sleeping alone, and traveling alone. Even nicer, when the Inquisitor personally invites him to stay with her in her private quarters.

He’s stiff when he lays on her bed, muscles and bones feeling like the ruins in the Exalted Plains. A groan rumbles through his throat, causing Ysenia to laugh as he eases himself supine.

“You laugh now, but when you’re my age you’ll be feeling the same way.” He chastises, feeling as old as he actually was; Ysenia snuggling up against his side. Felassan shifts, gently rubbing her leg with his own while tangling the two of them together further.

Fel pauses, content with the silence for minutes longer. “I forgot to thank you for Imshael, I didn’t expect you to actually find him.”

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○ -coUGHS-

           Send a “○” to have my muse pass out in your muse’s arms.        //selectively accepting

He was reminded the hard way not to get too close to a mage’s staff. Particularly one with a hooked blade on the end of it. Felassan grunted, the edge of the staff digging into his side and tearing a giant hole into his cloak and skin. His vision blurred, and in a moment of clarity the elf set the Venatori mage on fire.

His sight swam, wobbling as the dead mage and his staff fell to the ground. His magic wasn’t suited to healing, not that he’d have been able to concentrate if he could. Felassan stumbled, feet barely catching himself as he turned from the battle. Theria stood before him suddenly, shouting something. He took one step forward, and crumpled like a sack of potatoes into her arms.

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💬

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Felassan: Da’len, continue to glare and your face’ll be stuck like that.Fenriel: I’m not glaring.

Felassan: Yes, you’re really smiling but just upside down. I knew that.

Fenriel: What did you want?Felassan: Nothing, except you forgot to tie your trousers properly.