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@tarasylamalen
"We'll just keep each other as safe as we can."
daughter lyric starter sentences
“lethal’lan, i promise you, I will never let anything harm you as long as I live,” he said confidently, pushing her playfully with his shoulder. Tamlen smiled with adoration at her for a moment before turning his attention back to the fennec fox in front of them.
He ignored the nagging discomfort in the pit of his stomach.
they will have their herald.
Merrill slowly was able to lift herself so she could sit up moving to use her fingers to try and detangle the mess of her hair at the moment seeing how Tamlen didn’t know what to think about her being here.
His eyes were wide taking in her features comparing them to what he remembered of her. He turned the elvhen stuttered and rushed as she saw him looking like he had seen a ghost, like she was some sort of trick to his mind, and after everything that had happened she didn’t blame him.
“I’m real… not sure if you are though…” She spoke slowly she had flinched at the word Herald, was that what they were calling her now, she went from being unwanted, unneeded, a prisoner thought of destroying the one thing others found holy, now being seen as someone important for them all. She was glad Varric was here, he wouldn’t treat her like the others, she’d still feel normal, and she hopes, need, to have the same with Tamlen.
Tamlen who was standing here in front of her, very much alive and with no visible signs of the taint, the only thing she had seen stop it, or rather slow it down, was to become a grey warden.
“I thought you had died in those ruins, we never found a body, I asked them to keep looking but the Keeper said you were dead I…” The keeper that was right, Tamlen might have heard the news but she doubted many Dalish carrying news of what was left of clan Sabare were anywhere near them now. How could she tell him all that was left were those who were cast out.
would it be too bold of him if he reached out to touch her? Would she flinch and shrink from his fingertips? Tamlen swallowed thickly and his fingers twitched at his cheeks.
“Then . . . I think that means we’re both in front of each other,” he murmured dumbly, his lips restraining his relief. Don’t be too hasty, he thought, you could still be hallucinating. He’d learned from the years that hoping and believing hard enough did not mean the Pantheon would reward his devotion.
He turned to face her, fully. Tamlen’s memories of Merrill were the last thing he truly had untainted, of the clan, of happier times. To Mahariel, he wasn’t the lethal’lan she had once had. She would not look him in the eye with anything aside from empty sentiment, and their inside jokes rang hollow.
Her disbelief seemed as genuine as his, and his blood thumped loudly in his ears from the anxiety.
“Merrill . . . It’s really . . . real,” he whispered, and he broke, wrapping her in a crushing hug. Tamlen was never a man of good impulse control, and that he managed not to envelop her until now was baffling.
“Ara halla,” he mumbled as he held her as close to him as he could, as if she would vanish if his grip on her loosened. One hand tangled in her hair and the other firmly placed one her back, the pose could have been mistaken for romantic if not given the context of the situation.
“Fuck, you’re real. You’re so real. I’m real,” he repeated to himself. “I never stopped wanting to see you all. Shit, I-I never thought I’d actually find anyone other than her.”
His hold around her never faltered, and he spoke with his arms still wrapped around Merrill’s body, “Why are you here--why the Conclave? How is the clan?”
I either answer a RP embarrassingly fast or I take 70 years, there’s no in between.
Elvish Names for the Signs
*please note that these are roughly translated names*
ARIES: Berthadhiell ”daughter of the daring one” // Locien “dragon”
TAURUS: Lostithenniel “little flower” // Lairelandon “broad meadow”
GEMINI: Laindessiel “free woman” // Draugminaion “wolf of distinction”
CANCER: Ithilethiel “moon maiden” // Aearion “son of the sea”
LEO: Malthenniel “golden” // Bellrauthien “strong as a lion”
VIRGO: Filidhrentithiel “little wise bird” // Veryangóle “bold learning”
LIBRA: Meldacaniel “asking for love” // Laermeluion “man with a sweet song”
SCORPIO: Valanthiriel “beautiful waterfall” // Aemornion “black bird”
SAGITTARIUS: Fáreryniel “plentiful woods” // Taurvantian “forest walker”
CAPRICORN: Lairiel “from the meadow” // Arphenion “nobleman”
AQUARIUS: Tharwaithiel “beyond people” // Meleindómien “strong-willed”
PISCES: Vanglirtána “poem-shown beauty” // Aerdirnaithon “sea formation”
Daughter Lyric Starter Sentences
Don't think about the consequences.
Don't you dare look back.
I want you so much, but I hate your guts.
Thought you said you didn't feel pain?
I pray a lot for you.
I look out for you.
We are what we are.
I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark.
We both know I'll never be your lover.
No, you're nothing.
I think I should be a little more confident.
I've hardly slept since the night he left.
You've got a warm heart.
You've got a beautiful brain.
You could still be what you want to be.
I've lost it all.
I’m just a silhouette.
I'm forever missing him.
I can't forget it, though I've tried.
I know you regret it, love.
Take your hands off him.
He’s the only one that I have ever loved.
I can't erase it from my mind.
Did she give you what you hoped for?
I want all that is not mine.
You can try to forget me, but I won't let you easily.
My mind's lost in bleak visions.
Despite everything, I'm still human.
I think I'm dying here.
You steal me away with your eyes.
I've been thinking that I should see someone.
I used to dream of adventure when I was younger.
Is this called living, or something else?
Will you run away?
I have a dirty mind.
I feel numb.
I'll wash my mouth but still taste you.
I'm just fearing one day soon, I'll lose my mind.
You must know you're doing the right thing.
I have lost my children.
I have lost my love.
How long must I wait for you?
I hate sleeping alone.
Talking to myself is boring conversation.
Me and I are not friends.
She is only an acquaintance.
No one asks me for dances because I only know how to flail.
I'm tired of talking, I've been screaming all day.
I don't want to belong.
I said too much, said the wrong thing.
I feel sick.
I've gotta get him out of my mind.
You’ll find love, kid, it exists.
I've forgotten what it was that I wanted.
I see the way you look at her.
You don't do that for me.
I don't know what we're doing.
I won't tell my mother.
We'll just keep each other as safe as we can.
I don't want to be alone when I'm in this state.
Your kisses are not what I wanted.
Haven - Inquisition scenery (3/?)
What Could Have Been
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This place was really odd. Eloren decided fairly early on. With the elven artifacts lying around in a human made building, and with all the giant spiders that seemed pretty pleased to have visitors (until they had a few arrows in their eyes. Then they were less pleased.) And the statue of Friend of the Dead seemed out of place, too, yet it obviously wasn’t moved here.
It was just odd.
“What do you think about all this?” Eloren asked Tamlen after a moment. They’d been nearly all over the ruins, finding random pieces of Elven writing on stones, and items that Eloren couldn’t even begin to guess what they were for. The only place left to explore was the closed door just behind them.
for all the time they’d been settled in the Brecilian Forest, Tamlen did not, would not believe he hadn’t known of the ruins until now. Everything about the peculiar place held tightly to all of his interests--elvhen history, strange mystery, and the opportunity to fire a barrage of arrows at big ugly creatures. He felt he should have found it so much earlier.
As strange as Eloren had found it, if the way she gazed at the stonework and statues said anything, Tamlen was only all smiles. He ran his hands along the walls, nearly walking into a pillar in his fascination. (This was a man who, just moments earlier, diligently and skillfully gored a number of spiders.)
“Think about it?” he repeated, before he laughed brightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small woodcarving of Syllaise that he had picked up from a chest in a previous room. This was only one of many trinkets and charcoal tracings he’d taken from the ruins--a temple of sorts, he’d suspected.
“It’s incredible! It’s so much history. I-imagine, if we brought these back to the clan!” he gushed. It was almost without thinking that he brought his hands to the large double doors before him and opened them.
At that moment, as ancient, dusty air slapped him in the face, he realized what a terrible decision he’d made and he immediately moved in front of Eloren. Keeping his eyes on the room and his breath in his chest, he exhaled a sigh of relief when nothing came out to attack them, instead--
“A . . . mirror?”
The Chant! That’s a first.
He knows next to nothing of Nevarra, truthfully, well betide the lore and the wonders passed on by word-spoken rumor; Roland listens intently, rapt to the structure of his facial bones. His brow knits over lack of liking t’ward elves.
“Why wouldst thou harm a bug?” He snorts, and snorts loudly, and laughs just as loud. His eyes crease in his laughter, and he tucks and grips his belly.
“The shine of thy eyes, were they beautiful?” He grins brightly, slaked with teasing. “Gorgeous beyond compare? Should I ask of thy descriptive, as well as thy lockpicking?” He wags a finger. “I wish to see these books, verily. Thou cannot deny me thus.”
“well, i wasn’t being literal,” he murmurs, pulling his mouth to the left, “I mean--I was. She did do that, mostly to scare the shit out of us. Can’t say it didn’t work.” Tamlen chuckles a tad, bringing his hand to his neck and lifting up a section of hair to display a small scar on his jawline, grazed by an angry woman’s arrow.
“Very. I know my mate Erlantz had an encounter with a few women, lucky bastard,” he says, and his lips tug a bit downwards. Bright blue eyes narrow at his companion’s slyness, and he holds up his hands, as if beleaguered by the enthusiasm, but he reaches into his pack and digs for the tome.
“Alright, alright, I’ll get the one about the history of dragons. But I’m doing all this talking. What have you been doing, arani? I’ve got an organization to keep my ass out of unwanted danger; can’t say you have the same.” He holds it out to him-- { A Chronology of the Growth of the Dragon, Wyvern, Varghest, and Other Relatives in Nevarra A BOOK BY THE LEADING PROFESSOR OF DRACONOLOGY, FREDERIC ARCENEAU }
for @fenharelxenansal, platonic ship aesthetics
i wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn--
the kind who fights the good fight,
not the kind you find { fisti-fucking-cuffing in the dirt. }
I'm about to shower rn but I want all of u to know that I have cried for the past seven minutes because I love this frickin bandaid so much..... there are actual tears running down my face I just..love cool animals.......especially dinosaurs......... https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00COIRURC/ref=cm_sw_r_other_apa_cCXLxbJERV78D
for @thedalishbloodmage, romantic ship aesthetics
you’ll be fine without me, and it’s evident--
{ it shows. }
“What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” { worried starters; aka tamlen's always going to squint @ blood magic }
“I’m fine, I just need the bandages from my pack.” She spoke applying pressure to her wrists where they had been cut to stop the bleeding. Merrill seemed far to calm, rather used to this at this point hence the mared skin that covered her wrists, scars in various stages of healing.
“Do you think you can get them, along with the blue jar with the salve in it?”
Merrill knew Tamlen enough to know while he sounded sarcastic part of him was probably reviled she remembered to take care of herself. In the clan when working on anyone injured or hurt she’d work for hours forgetting meals until someone, most often Tamlen, pulled her away to eat.
“I cleansed the Eluvian, entirely, no trace of taint left…. I thought if I could do it with an artifact, with the right herbs and enough lyrium… I might be able to at least stop it’s progression maybe even cure it.” The idea might have sounded crazy, for so long in Kirkwall she thought becoming a warden was a cure until Anders explained it more, the way it only slowed what would have happened in a matter of hours.
“It wouldn’t be easy… and I haven’t tried with lyrium before…. and I refuse to use other peoples blood so I might not have enough to use my own on a larger scale…”
“and . . . how much progress have you achieved on that?” he asked, voice low, voice wary. He couldn’t trust it too much, place all his hope in that thought. If there was anything he’d give the stars for, it was even just a little of his old life returning. For Tamlen to plant his faith in that idea could lead to decompensation if it took too slowly to grow.
“What if someone volunteers?” he said without thought, and once the realization hit him, he scowled and shook his head. “Nevermind. C’mon. Let’s go get you something to eat. You can’t possibly be fine after losing that much blood.” He took her hand, standing up and hoping she would follow.
♡
send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.
alternatively ‘ ♫ ’ for a friendship one.
based around our new thread I stated this when I sent you yours XD
@tarasylamalen
send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.
alternatively ‘ ♫ ’ for a friendship one.
˻ starry starry rp prompts ˺
→ for when you feel that space feel. ☆
STARTERS:
“Hey, look - a shooting star!”
“We’re gonna miss the meteor shower, come on and hurry up!”
“Maybe it’s just the moon and the stars above us and all, but you look really nice tonight. Like, more than usual.”
“Hey… Do you think aliens exist?“
“I just noticed this tonight, but your freckles sort of remind me of the stars… You probably get that a lot.”
“Aren’t you an astrologer? Do you get to go to space?”
“That’s the Taurus constellation right there, and that’s the Big Dipper…“
“Dammit, I forgot my camera!“
“Phew, it’s pretty cold out tonight…“
“This is a pretty neat first date, star gazing. Didn’t know you could be so romantic…”
“Did your bring your telescope? I wanna see them clearer.”
“I thought this would be kinda boring at first, not gonna lie, but this is actually pretty fun.”
PROMPTS:
Send ☆ for our muses to have a picnic under the stars.
Send ☄ for my muse knock on your muse’s window in the middle of the night. (Bonus: my muse uses a rock and accidentally breaks your muse’s window.)
Send ♃ for an alternate universe wherein my muse comes from another alien planet who accidentally somehow bump into yours.
Send ♆ for our muses to go to the beach late at night to stargaze.
Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships
Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too
“I’m saying that if you can be reckless enough to light your own bedding on fire then I would rather not let you gather leaves for new bedding on your own.”
She wasn’t listening to him by the time he was finished speaking, already making her way to her tent to sort through her own bedding. “If you aren’t well rested it could put us all in danger. You can’t rest well on a bunch of leaves.”
to that, he opened his mouth, then closed it very quickly thereafter, face flushed. Well, shit. Vera was right.
Again.
Tamlen loosed a sigh between parted lips, his hand moving to cover the nape of his neck. “Fine, fine, you’re right. Ir abelas,” he said, but his tone was more dully surprised than anything. Little time passed when she wasn’t correct about things on most fronts. “I-I don’t need a lot. Just enough to not get stabbed in the thigh by an errant branch.”
“But you can’t say it wasn’t awesome, having a durgen’len flamethrower or a minute.”
