#yeuxpales

[andersspicyshimmy-blog]

Wait is the tea meme still a viable thing if so the girls minus Fiona please?

Yvette: Tung Ting Oolong--sweet and light, with a strong distinct flavour that is all her own, like lilacs on the wind. The sort of tea that others look up to and try to emulate, she stands on her own without the help of anyone and inspires those around her.Aleida: A green tea, with fruity notes like peach and apricot but chai spices and pink peppercorns. Clean and crisp, a combination of sweet and spicy that is light on the palate.Helen: Keemun black tea, with faint hints of cherry and bergamot. Strong and rich, a determinedly bold taste that doesn't assault the senses but doesn't let them lie dormant, either. Sofria: Herbal tea, with chamomile as the primary ingredient. Understated and quiet with all sorts of hidden flavours that play under the surface, tantalizing the tongue without giving anything away but overwhelmingly calm, soothing, comfortable. Ramona: A sweet vanilla rooibos, that nestles warmth and cheer within everyone who partakes, fragrant steam curling up from the cup and suggesting freshly baked birthday cake, sprinkles, summer and springtime and smiles. 

[deadliestdance]

Set In Stone || yeuxpales, lethendralisandvengeance

They were trapped.

The awareness didn't generate as visceral a reaction as it might have, if he had been trapped alone. Though he almost wished he had been-- Fenris was alive, but not responsive, something apparently striking him and knocking him out during the cave-in. The sizeable lump Zevran had found on the back of his head was already tacky with clotting blood, the other elf's fine pale hair in damp clumps that clung to the assassin's fingers as he'd searched in the darkness for any other damage.

That very same darkness was also most certainly not their friend, what little oil and tinder he had in his pack saved for an even more pressing emergency, leaving he and Fiona little else to do than blindly search the cramped confines of their rocky prison or sit and wait for the warrior's return to the waking world.

"Are you hungry, my dear?" His voice held less of its usual affected purr, and more of the dust that he was already certain had made its way into his very bloodstream. "I have several pieces of waybread, and..." trailing off, he rummaged deeper into the bag, "some dried fruit, and jerky. No grand feast, I am afraid, but certainly better fare than the rocks."

[anderfelsarcher]

An Unlikely Accomplice || Aleida&Casper

Heavy steps dug into the sand as Casper walked up the path's considerable incline, Pip striding happily beside him. Though the high-noon's sun was warm against his skin, a nearly constant breeze blew among the rocky cliffs of the Wounded Coast. The archer closed his eyes with a slight smile in one such gust of air as he reached the top of this particular hill.

Casper stepped carefully to the outer edge of the path before moving to sit atop a rock overlooking the water so far below. He was due for a break, and what better place than this to take it? His mutt laid across his lap as the man took a deep breath of the ocean air and admired his surroundings.

It wasn't often that Casper was so near to the sea, as he most commonly resided within forests or cities, so he was quite appreciative of the coast's environment. He'd heard this area was a rather dangerous one, but that had yet to be proven to him, So, for the time, he was quite pleased to be here. 

After awhile, his wandering mind was brought to attention by the sound of another's footsteps up the path. His shoulders tensed slightly as Pip lifted his head, far too aware that this may very well be the proof he had hoped to avoid. Slowly, the archer turned his head toward the sound with curiosity, only to find a figure already standing at the top of the very hill he'd climbed.

[rogueblooded]

YEUXSPOOKY SAID: //CHARADE IS GAMLEN’S ILLEGITIMATE CHILD/CHILD FROM A PAST MARRIAGE THING AND BECOMES CLOSE WITH HAWKE IF YOU DO THE QUEST

I'm quite upset that I didn't know this but maybe if my fucking computer was working I would have seen it T^T

[lethendralisandvengeance-blog]

yeuxpales replied to your post: yeuxpales said:Ramona looks up at...

"But Papa, we’re on the Wounded Coast…" She frowns, resting her head against his chest as he picks her up.

He smooths out some of her hair. "I know, piccola, but we'll be home soon," he assures her. After a moment, his voice takes on a firmer tone, "Love, if you knew you were sick, why did you come out here?" 

[lethendralisandvengeance-blog]

Ramona looks up at Fenris, haze of fever in her eyes. "Papa... I'm gonna be sick."

Fenris frowns and feels her forehead. It's hot to the touch, but he can tell by her shivering that she feels cold. That mixed with the nausea meant one thing: the flu. He leans down and picks the small girl up. "Come on, piccola, let's get you in bed. I'll send one of the girls for Anders," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

[andersspicyshimmy-blog]

[[Am I too late for the jealousy meme?]]

Jealousy Meme

It's not intentional, the way that Anders finds himself on the periphery of the group even though they've invited him to dinner, even though they've seated him in the center of the long table with someone at either elbow and another across the way. He knows it isn't; knows that of the women gathered around, a full half of them would never even think to exclude him, and the half that would would certainly not be so subtle about making him feel unwelcome. But there's an easy chatter, an ebb and flow to conversation that every one of them--from the very youngest all the way to their self-styled matriarch--understands inherently, and he is not a part of that. He's aware of the way the flow has to break to include him, as though it's a rushing river that suddenly becomes aware of a boulder in its path, the way the water gurgles and sloshes about messily in order to bring him in. He appreciates the effort, but doesn't push it, allowing himself to fade back into the backdrop as he stabs a spear of asparagus with his fork and chews quietly. He thinks this must be what it's like to half a family, a real family, and the thought makes something ache hollowly in his chest. He glances towards the head of the table and sees Fiona looking back at him, her expression pointed and sympathetic, and he fights back the boil of jealousy by swallowing his mouthful of food and dropping his eyes to his plate. 

[hidinginhumor]

❣ [pfft]

Aleida sashays away, throwing a wink over her shoulder. Neil can only grin from ear to ear. A moment later, he is on his feet and following he up to one of the spare rooms.