#writterinthetophat

[aylenlavellan]

“That doesn’t look like a scratch.” for Eric. Sorry it's been an age. There has been a lot going on. But now I'm as free as a bird. Kinda. Sort of. Anyway, I'll stop rambling.

SEND “THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A SCRATCH.” FOR MY MUSE TO REACT TO YOURS FINDING THEM BANDAGING A WOUND.

Aylen nearly jumped, too focused on trying to bind the wound on part of her back to see the mage approach. Emphasis on trying: it was hard to wrap bandages around her own torso without it getting all tangled up, but she had to change it and clean the cuts: she had turned too quickly that morning during practice, and the recently acquired wound had started bleeding through the previous bandage that now lay aside.

Well, there was also the fact that she’d taken her shirt off to do so and she was in only pants and her breastband covering her chest.

“Bad encounter with a bear. It’ll heal,” she rushed to explain. She would’ve gotten a mage healer to heal it with magic, but with everything else... she had honestly forgot to ask for one around, and the refugees needed those most. It could’ve been much worse: she knew. She’d seen how worse it could be.

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[aylenlavellan]

♝

♝ : Reading a book together

She could no longer afford being illiterate. As soon as Josephine and Leliana heard the Herald didn’t know how to read or write, they provided whatever was necessary to start teaching her. Now, Aylen spent a good part of her time in Haven in a corner of the small tavern (where she could hear others and not feel the crushing silence inside of the Chantry building) with a few books that Josephine had given her for practice.

Eric had come sit with her for company, sitting there as the elf read in a low voice, slow and rather sloppy. She was still learning, and some words were still difficult and had her getting all tongue-tied.

At some point, she let out a sigh in frustration and dropped the book on the table, crossing her arms as she leant back on her seat and looked at Eric.

“I keep missing lines. I can’t make out half of the words in this book!”

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[jigokuhana]

OHMYGOD I LOVEGEM ON ICE AU!!!!! How does Yurio react to Moonstone?

Funny you should ask~ I was working on this earlier last week. ^v^

(Once again, the rest of the comic is under the cut :D )

As for Yurio/Mariposite, he’s got no problem with Moonstone, but he’s....realistic.

[uncoolly]

Hey. Just wanted to say your art is so beautiful and I love it so much. :)

:“’) tHANK you oh my god thank you ur so so nice

[aylenlavellan]

⛄ Oooooh, can we do this one please! I have a really cute idea for this one!

WINTER-THEMED ASK MEMES!

⛄ : our muses are making a snowman together/ trying to outdo each other’s snowman (specify!)

Growing up, she’d never seen much snow. Her clan had always stuck to roaming the warmer lands in the Free Marches, heading up further north when winter came as to avoid the snow. So, in truth... Aylen had never built a snowman before.

When Eric suggested it, she was more than curious. Wrapped in a thick winter coat, gloves and boots, she had followed the mage into the snow.

“I’m... not entirely sure how to do this,” she admitted, as she watched Eric start rolling up a ball of snow.

[aylenlavellan]

“Yank!”

SEND “YANK!” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO BEING PULLED OVER INTO YOUR MUSE’S LAP.

They were once again back to Skyhold: the disbanding of the Inquisition didn’t mean they’d leave the fortress at once. It had become home, and there was no one else to claim it and force them away from it. As long as they were allowed to, they’d stay.

The former Inquisitor was in her chambers, organizing the endless piles of maps, letters and reports atop her desk. Eric was in the same room, helping: getting everything done on her own was too slow, with now only one arm to do it all. Dagna had said she could figure out a prothesis or something, but that would take time.

As she was putting a batch of letters into one of the drawers, suddenly Eric’s hands were at her waist and pulling her along as he sat himself in the chair at the desk, with her in his lap. Her ears and cheeks flushed red.

“That’s my seat,” Aylen said, grinning at the man. It was still her desk after all. But oh, she didn’t mind at all to be distracted from such tedious task: especially when that distraction came from Eric.

[aylenlavellan]

You know who :3 ☠

MY MUSE CANNOT LIE ! SEND :

☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them.

“Eric... He carries too much burden on his own. Sometimes I feel like he doesn’t speak his mind, or talk about his feelings and concerns, just so I won’t worry. What I wish he’d understand is: I will worry anyway. I want him to tell me about his problems and feelings instead of hiding them from me to ‘protect me’ or ‘not bother me’ with them.”

“I can’t force him to tell me things but... If I find out, I’d rather it be because he came willingly to me to talk about it, and not because of him collapsing from the things he keeps bottled up inside.”

[aylenlavellan]

To Eric for Aylen; comforting kisses pressed to tear-stained cheeks between whispered words of reassurance and concern. (Eric worries a lot for Aylen, seeing how hard she works and how much she has to surrender to the rest of the world. When it gets too much he'll do anything to make her feel better. Hold her, kiss her, make bad jokes, even let her yell and hit him if she needed too. Just anything to take the edge off and let her know she's not alone)

// Aww. Honestly that’s so sweet and really, in Inquisitor verse she really needs and appreciates having someone look after her and worry for her well-being. Though she would never hit him: in her frustration/anxiety/sadness moments she’s not the kind to resort to that. She’s just glad know he has her back, that he’s there to listen and comfort <3