#whalefelled

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@whalefelled

Rarely did Loghain become... jealous. He was too old for such silliness, and far too secure in his relationship to bother with the emotion even when others sought a rise out of him.

Most of the time.

He was painfully aware Krishna had noticed the change in his demeanor during the night and he loathed to think how she might tease him for such foolishness, and so he tucked himself into bed, resting on his side with the blankets pulled up and his back facing her side of the bed in hopes he might just be able to feign sleep and escape her needling.

OH , SHE'D NOTICED , ALRIGHT. &. though she knows he finds it an unbecoming &. foolish notion , there is a small part of her that enjoys it. no , she doesn't want him taking a swing at everyone that looked at her too long , but it's... nice to be reminded how much he desires her &. all of her heart.

but loghain wrestles himself into bed , turning away from her , clearly disgruntled over his own behavior , so she sighs quietly as she crawls in next to him. krishna snakes her arms around his waist &. kisses him on the shoulder. she trails upward until her lips brush just below his ear.

❝ do you know how much i love you ? ❞

[minarcana]

@whalefelled // starter call

"Tales sayeth the capitol is haunted in the winter, ghosts of those who fell for its construction arising in snowdrifts to behold the fruit of their sacrifice years later." Urianger looks up towards the unlit Garlemald, the construction of something strange and spiked towering over it. The aether is distateful here, even far from the tower. "If true, I cannot help but imagine even the ghosts of this land caught in a flurry of aught deeply awry... leave me not too far from thy sight, prithee." In fewer words: Urianger is a slight bit scared of whatever they'll find within Garlemald. It's not just the cold that makes him hang close to Thancred.

[fademirrored]

[HUSH] - Morrigan to Temry @whalefelled | meme

Temry stills, shoulders tensing slightly. They tip their head, trying to hear whatever has apparently alerted Morrigan. When they come up with nothing, they slide Morrigan a sidelong glance, waiting to take a cue from her.

A few feet to the side, Lethallin creeps a few paces over to where Kieran is sitting and plants himself beside the boy.

[afraidofchange]

"What if I say please?" Bull wondered, peeking at her from where he sat up in bed, hand folded on his stomach as he eyed the seeker, like he might judt be able to will her back over to him if he looked sweet enough.

"It's just so cold without you here," he teased, patting the bed a little, wanting nothing more than to sleep in a little bit.

@whalefelled for Cassandra.

The peek of short, cropped hair peeks through the hole of her shirt as Cassandra pulls it over her head. The sun begins to filter in through the window, and the day's tasks area already flooding her mind.

Yet, it is Bull's offer that gets her to turn her head, looking over her shoulder. Laid in his bed, blanket strewn across his massive form, he looks peaceful and hopeful, all the same. She takes one look to the rest of her clothes and armour, and decides then, that it is tempting enough to follow through, turning on her heels toward the bed, sitting first before swinging her long, bare legs over onto the mattress. "You are a terrible influence, you know," She says, decidedly nestling into Bull's warm, warm side with her head resting against his broad chest, arm slung around his stomach. "Sleeping in... that's not me," She tuts lightly, but closes her eyes regardless.

[enclovir]

[  𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴  ]  / /  :     𝙸 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄... 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 : ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇      𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁 :  @whalefelled​​ , garrus

i hope this finds you well... i have half a mind not to believe this is really you... but i know better than to doubt my sources... word of your work has reached illium... garrus, i am concerned... you are many things...but you are not immortal... please...be careful. if i know how to find you, then others will not be far behind. 

i will do what i can to keep your identity hidden   ────── but i am not the only information broker... 

[ghosttsar-archive]

@whalefelled​

❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜

GENERALLY SPEAKING , SHE LOATHES PARTIES. There’s some enjoyment to be had in playing the game , particularly with her husband as her partner , but too often they go on for too long or the guests become too tiresome. As such , Rowena is forced to find other ways to entertain herself. A lingering touch. A whispered phrase in Nikolai’s ear , breath tickling his neck. Promises of something to look forward to once the night comes to a close. And tonight it has been VERY effective.

The door is barely shut behind them before his mouth is on hers , hands reaching for the fastenings of her dress. Their steps are staggering as they attempt to balance movement and undress. She can feel him fumbling with the buttons and is unable to stop the smirk against his kiss. Then Nik tugs roughly at the clasps and buttons cascade to the floor.

Ro’s protests ( in fact all words ) die in her throat because his teeth are on it in a sharp pleasant pain. Hands dig into his hair as his growled promise revibrates against her skin.

❝ Thinking about after already ? If I’m failing to keep your interest , your Majesty , we can always stop. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. ❞

( enormity of my desire )

[minarcana]

23: kiss on the shoulder/shoulder blade - uricred

little a kiss, as a treat

Thancred is leaning against Urianger's arm, eyes closed. Judging by appearances and the fact it's been a while since he's spoken, Urianger is safe to assume he's dozed off.

It's nice. Too rarely, Urianger feels, does Thancred let himself relax enough to actually rest without having to be prodded into doing so. It's also something of an honour in Urianger's view to be chosen as someone Thancred's willing to be seen sleeping on. Somehow this fails to activate Urianger's usual anxiety, probably because he's too distracted feeling fond about Thancred.

Urianger leans a little to lightly press his cheek against Thancred's temple, a bit of a catlike way of showing affection. But Thancred's asleep, so it's fine to be a little odd. He likes being near Thancred, likes the faint lingering smell of metal that the other carries with him, the slight tickle of Thancred's hair against Urianger's cheek.

The shift in position rouses Thancred (or perhaps he was awake the entire time). Urianger can feel the other's head move, and he could stop leaning on Thancred in case there's some need to get up. But there isn't (per Urianger's official decision) and he doesn't want to. Fortunately, rather than standing, all Thancred does is turn his head to the side and Urianger feels a kiss pressed to the bare skin of his shoulder. "Hm." Something between a quiet laugh and a pleased hum. "I should hope that was not thy prelude to getting back to work. I fear I hath little inclination to lose thy presence aside me," he mutters against Thancred's crown.

[bolyde]

Funny Morrigan headcanon specifc to The Worldstate™️ just dropped in the plotting chat