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MOVED TO @uthnan
blog is still obviously WIP
if anyone wants threads transferred with move, please feel free, otherwise it can be considered clean (re)start
will be (re)following with @starshrouded due to Hauen now being sideblog
Blog is completed, will begin process of moving threads of those who'd like me to, so please feel free to let me know as such.
MOVED TO @uthnan
blog is still obviously WIP
if anyone wants threads transferred with move, please feel free, otherwise it can be considered clean (re)start
will be (re)following with @starshrouded due to Hauen now being sideblog
Just a head’s up, I will be moving Hauen here to become a sideblog for @starshrouded - I cannot do a Total multi-muse blog because it’s simply not organized enough for me, but maintaining multiple & separate blogs has simply become Too Much for me. I will let everyone know when I have created the new sideblog, but as such, this is simply a head’s up.
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i will not apologize for being devastatingly beautiful
❛ Skyhold. How did you find it ? ❜ ❛ I looked. This world is full of wonders for those who s e e k them. ❜
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hellathan:
Ella didn’t know exactly when it started but the thundering of her heart had reached her ears. It was hard to focus on Nerys’ voice when her lips looked incredibly alluring. She could feel her cheeks illuminate a faint heat every time the other spoke.
When the other circled around her; a soft giggle escaped her. “You’re such a sweet talker.” Ella commented timidly. This stranger—Ella couldn’t put her finger on it but she was like magic–in a way that couldn’t be entirely defined. From the way she walked and spoke; Ella could learn so much from her. She wanted know more.
“Nerys.” Ella spoke up once they were face to face. “Have you ever heard of a place called Skyhold?” Her tone was soft, full of hope. She felt nervous all of sudden; as if there were butterflies fluttering away in her stomach. Ella never felt like this before. She had to wonder if she being bewitched by the stranger; but honestly, what would she be? Ella had nothing to offer this woman. It wasn’t as if she was a beautiful girl.
“Skyhold.” Ella continued with a smile even when the other fiddled with the hood. “Skyhold is a wonderful place. That’s where I live. If you ever wanted to come visit me–I mean! If you truly wanted to…” Ella blushed and looked away shyly.
“You could come there…It’s a haven for everyone, I think you’ll like it.”
A sweet talker was exactly what she was. But in the light of a beautiful lady, her sweet words often held far more truth than normal. In regards to genuine appreciation of the other. “Skyhold...” The name rolled off her tongue in thoughtful manner. Considering. Questioning. Of course she already knew of Skyhold, but why ruin the anticipation?
She gloved hand stroked over her jawline, lips pursing as her eyes narrowed. “I do believe I have heard of it...” Her gaze dropped from the tree canopy to Ella, amusement flickering through her at the sight of a blush. Oh she so did enjoy a lady’s flushed face and the fact Ella was so often inclined towards it pleased Nerys to no end. “You speak highly of this place; you are fond, no? Hmmm...”
Nerys hummed out a low note before inhaling slowly and giving a nod. “If it is no trouble for me to come, then I should be glad to take you up on your invitation, my Lady.” Her heels slid together and she bowed before the other, low and courteous. She had meant to go there some time, but with an invitation, it was far more easier to stride in with purpose, rather than slip in and hope to come up with one. How very pleasing this was.
A glance about the area and Nerys blinked rapidly, as one who suddenly considered something might. “Oh dear, I’ve been caught up in conversation with you, but have I been keeping you from anything?” She extended out a hand, smiling. “I should very much like to continue being in your company, but you mustn’t let me keep you from any duties you might have.”
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shatteredoracle:
Ilyria was pleased to see the Inquisition had sent a lady of good taste and manner to discuss arrangements. Her visitor wore a fine ensemble for a southerner, pleasantly covered and modest. It was no fine Tevene dress, but for a foreigner it was very nice on the eyes, and if the choice of less feminine attire was unusual, it was something that could be easily one of those Orlesian trends.
The coat was hung carefully before she returned to tend to the guest. “I am very well, and yourself?” Ilyria waved to a chair to gesture for her. “Please, make yourself comfortable. Is there anything I can get you? There are the usual drinks and a well-stocked pantry if you’re getting peckish.”
After seeing to the needs of her guest and returning with her own glass of wine, Ilyria sat down, crossing her legs as a good proper lady and holding her head up attentively as she continued with the necessary pleasantries. “I do hope your travels have been smooth, and not too delayed by the current troubles in the south. It must be difficult trying to get anything done under these conditions, truly.“
“Many thanks, my Lady.” Nerys carefully took her seat, crossing her long legs one over the other at the knee. “Tea is perfectly acceptable for me, thank you.” Surrounded by so much magic, it was as close to a sort of comfort that she had felt in a long time. Tevinter was rotting upon itself, but at least there was magic. It brought more life than there was to be found in the hollow, gilded halls of Val Royeaux.
When brought, she took her tea with no sugar and only a dollop of cream, taking a slow sip of it as the other woman offered her pleasantries. Nerys smiled around her teacup and slowly set it upon the saucer she held in her other hand, offering a demure smile. “Thankfully it was a relatively pleasant trip; there’s always a few hiccups coming up, but war zones have always been far easier to navigate than predicting Darkspawn.”
One needn’t travel through the Anderfels to risk running into Darkspawn on the surface when it came to this northern portion of Thedas. An unfortunately reality they all lived in now. A dainty sniff and she took another sip before setting cup and saucer down upon the table, one of her hands smoothing back over her hair and very human ear. Centuries of playing human and it was still all too odd to not feel the point of her elvhen ear when in this guise.
Her smile remained, however, and she leaned forward slightly, setting her chin atop her hand. “I hope to find you as much comfort as one can be in these times.” A forever ongoing war with the Qunari, the Venatori trying to gather power within the Magisterium, why, it was positively exciting. Nerys deeply enjoyed watching Tevinter squirm, as much as watching Orlais, but it’d be rude to be so blatant in front of her hostess, so she merely raised her eyebrows in suitably gentle concern.
svcrificed:
There is a heaviness in her words that made him uneasy, the way her gaze was searching expecting and finally let down. He was not sure of who he might have reminded her of, of whom he could be, but he could tell it was a vexing situation. The grin softens his own nerves a touch, but he is still wary, unsure of this stranger as he is with all strangers. Time has made him bitter and unsure of many things.
“If you do not know who I am then I must be mistaken,” Thankfully she didn’t know whom he was then, which eased his heart. Far too many people wished death or praise upon him and he would much rather keep to himself and the quiet of a situation. “No I was merely asking. Most wish to ask something of me and if you have nothing to ask then please do not let me take up your time.”
“Then you are a generous person, to be so widely known by most as someone to make such requests of.” It is easy to speak, to continue on with her genteel manners, riding atop them out of sheer practice. But she has been thrown, slightly, and she is not used to such things. She opens her mouth once more and finds her voiced muted, prompting her lips to pull into a wry smile.
Leaning into a hip, she raises a hand, palm up in question, fingers slightly curled in rather than pointing directly at the man. “Time is all I have in the world, but if you would let me take some of your own...” Her smile remains, the corner of it pulling sharply for all her soft words, but it is a familial trait, as her tone continues it’s softly spoken, odd lilt.
“You would not happen to have known an elf who...” This is ridiculous, she knows, her heart is hammering in her chest merely to ask, for all her calm facade. “...This is odd, forgive me, but their eyes are---” She does not appreciate the feeling of looking foolish. “---almost exactly like yours.” A rather lame finish and she can feel herself deflate.
She is ancient, older than this young elf by a number not worth quantifying. And yet at the very thought, the very mention of her own mamae, she feels half his size and twice his junior.
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“I’m a wanderess I’m a one night stand Don’t belong to no city Don’t belong to no man“
